Total pages in book: 89
Estimated words: 84980 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 425(@200wpm)___ 340(@250wpm)___ 283(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 84980 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 425(@200wpm)___ 340(@250wpm)___ 283(@300wpm)
“She has a gunshot wound.” Ricky scraped a tortilla chip along the bottom of a salsa bowl and crammed it into his mouth. “I’d be the same way. A wound like that needs time to heal.”
“That’s what I told her. You’re all so overprotective.”
“Okay, first of all…” Vera picked at the gauze on her thigh. “I’m not a sex addict. There’s more to Luke than his body.”
Tula snorted. “You’re in the honeymoon phase of your relationship. It’s all about the fucking. I mean, the guys and I still go at it like rabbits.”
“You’re wet just thinking about it.” Ricky winked.
“You know I am.”
“Not helping,” Vera muttered.
“Go to bed naked.” Joshua arched a brow and reclined back in the chair. “Trust me. All chivalry will fall by the wayside the moment he reaches over and finds his woman laid out and bare. It’ll trip the wires in his stubborn head.”
That night, she took Joshua’s advice. No t-shirt. No panties. No bandage on her leg. She slipped beneath the covers, wearing only her skin, and shut off the light.
Luke hadn’t come in yet. He’d been tied up with Cole and Tate all day.
As she started to drift off, the door opened. He crept in quietly and removed his clothes in the dark. Then the mattress dipped.
Lying on her side with her back to him, she held her breath, her blood heating in anticipation.
His hands went directly to her ass, as they always did. Only this time, they froze on contact.
Keep going, Luke. It’s all bare.
Slowly, his clever fingers slid up her spine and back down, questing, hunting for more nudity. His breaths grew shorter. His body inched closer. Within seconds, his hands were everywhere, trailing along her neck, molding around her breasts, and dipping between her legs.
“Killing me, Vera.” Panting against her shoulder, he reached the vicinity of her gunshot wound and stopped. “Where’s your bandage?”
“Don’t need it.” She wriggled her backside against the iron proof of his arousal. “Just need you.”
He groaned hotly against her nape. “I don’t want to hurt you.”
“Denying me hurts me.” She shifted onto her back and found his gaze in the moonlight. “If your hesitancy has to do with what happened with Silvia, we need to talk about it.”
“No.” His eyes widened. “I haven’t thought about that once. It’s your leg. Picar said you need to go easy on it.”
“Go easy on it.” She pulled off the covers and spread her thighs in a wanton display. “But don’t go easy on my pussy.”
In a flash, he was up, stripping off his underwear and straddling her hips. His mouth came down on hers, his tongue pressing in. He kissed her maddeningly, passionately, unleashing the depths of his need.
“I missed this.” He rocked against her as he ate at her mouth, dragging his erection along her stomach. “I love you.”
“Love you.” Pre-come smeared her skin, and she basked in the sensation, reaching down to caress the heavy sac behind his cock.
He grunted against her lips and leaned back a few inches to stare at her. His hand caressed her face, clearing away the hair that had fallen over her cheek. Then he dipped his head and attacked her mouth again.
They kissed like teenagers, grinding, groping, and making out with tongues and teeth. Then he turned his attention to her body, licking and biting every dip, working his way down her breasts, down her belly, down through the slit of her cunt to burrow into the wetness between her legs.
She moaned guttural sounds and writhed against his mouth. He spread her apart and lapped at her flesh, fingertips flirting and rolling alongside his wicked tongue.
When he finally sank a pair of fingers inside, she cried out, clenching, and that was all it took.
She came instantly and with wild abandon, bucking and trembling and screaming, “Luke! Luke! Luke!”
“Christ, you have a magnificent cunt.” He dipped his fingers in and out of the pooling moisture, making her shudder and ache all over again. “Swollen and pink. Primed for my cock.”
“Fuck me, you redheaded sadist.”
“In good time.” He crawled back up her body and slid his nose along hers. “How’s your leg?”
“Same as the other one. I need you between them.”
He grinned, and she whimpered, knowing he had every intention of making her wait.
As he leaned in to kiss her, she took a mental picture because damn, he was sexy. The way he rolled his tongue past his parted lips just before their mouths collided… It got her every time.
That irresistible tongue felt so perfect against hers. So warm and controlling and him. She loved everything about him—his kisses, his touches, the heat of his body, and how it made her feel when he was moving inside her. She would never tire of this. Never tire of him.
He made the world a better place, and he was the only place she wanted to be.