Total pages in book: 77
Estimated words: 71003 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 355(@200wpm)___ 284(@250wpm)___ 237(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 71003 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 355(@200wpm)___ 284(@250wpm)___ 237(@300wpm)
“No. I promise, I’m fine.” I tug on his shirt, wanting his skin to touch mine. He raises his arms, and I help him out of his shirt.
I gasp when I see the fresh bullet wounds. “You were shot!” Three times?” I knew he had been hurt, but nothing prepared me for seeing the wounds up close.
Zane chuckles. “I’m fine, Dove. I’m not that easy to kill.”
“I know, but you almost died.” Staring at his chest, I can’t bring myself to look him in the eyes. I feel immense guilt for those three wounds. Almost as if I was the one that pulled the trigger. Had I not begged to go and see Donna…
Zane’s gentle voice cuts off my train of thought, and two fingers lift my chin, forcing me to look into his eyes. “Almost isn’t the same as did. There was no way in hell I was going to die in that parking garage, knowing that Christian had you. I was put on this earth to protect you, and I don’t care if I have to die to do that, Dove. In my eyes, you’re the only thing that has ever mattered.” The look he’s giving me right now says he’s telling the truth.
“I’m sorry I didn’t believe you. Sorry that I tried to escape, and tried to hurt you…”
“You were only trying to protect yourself.” Zane moves his hand, his knuckles grazing against my cheek while tucking some loose strands of hair behind my ear. “I don’t blame you, and that’s why I never really punished or tried to hurt you. All I wanted to do was keep you safe.”
The agony that coats each word reminds me that he, too, feels as if he let me down. Jesus, we’re a mess.
My head starts to throb, a migraine from hell, no doubt forming there.
“We have so much to talk about, but all I want to do is crawl into bed and sleep for days.”
Zane smirks, his gaze darkening as he drops his hand from my cheek. “I can think of a couple other things we can do besides sleep or talk.”
Even though it’s probably messed up, that’s all I want right now. To be close to Zane, to solidify what we were building before everything exploded in our faces.
Reaching for his already hard cock between our bodies, I look up at him. “I want you. Inside of me. Our bodies skin to skin. I need this. Need to feel every inch of your body blanketing mine.”
“Me too, baby, me too.”
And that’s all he says before he guides me back to the bed. My knees hit the edge of the mattress, and I fall onto my back. Zane crawls up over my body with a predatory glint in his eyes, causing me to shiver, and my nipples harden.
All my worries and fears evaporate in an instant. All that matters is Zane and me. Our bodies and hearts, becoming one.
Like fire and gasoline, we come together, igniting a fiery passion that burns hotter than the sun. Zane peppers every inch of my flesh with hot open mouth kisses, his tongue gliding over my flesh, making the muscles between my thighs clench.
“I can’t even put into words how much I missed you.” He kisses a path across my collarbone and down between my breasts. Lifting my hips, I try and draw him closer to the place that is aching, pulsing like it has its own heartbeat. “How afraid I was that something bad was happening to you. Since that night that you saved me, I vowed to protect you. I watched you, snuck in your apartment, killed assholes that only wanted you for sex, and guess what?”
He pulls his mouth away, but his tongue still flicks out against my diamond hard nipple, teasing me, tempting me.
“What?” I ask breathlessly, my chest heaving.
A devilish grin tugs at his lips. “I’d do it all again. Over a hundred times. Again, and again because you’re mine, Dove. All mine, and the next time someone tries to take you away from me, I won’t fail you. I’ll kill them with my bare hands, and make you watch just to prove to you that I will never let you down again.”
I nod my head, letting him know that I know and that I understand. He rewards me by sucking my nipple into his mouth, tugging on the tip hard until my back is arching off the bed, and I’m holding his head against my breast.
A ravenous need that only he can satiate tightens, swirling around inside of me, and I have to have him; need him with a desperation that is way too embarrassing to say out loud.
Releasing my nipple with a pop that reverberates through the room, he takes a step back and reaches for my hips. His fingers run along the edge of my cotton panties, and I’m half tempted to shove them down my legs and pull him forward, forcing him to take me, but I know patience is a virtue, and Zane needs this almost more than I do.