Total pages in book: 58
Estimated words: 55375 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 277(@200wpm)___ 222(@250wpm)___ 185(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 55375 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 277(@200wpm)___ 222(@250wpm)___ 185(@300wpm)
Instead, I probably do the worst thing I could. I grab her hips and lift her up, then grab her shorts, pulling them down, revealing the gorgeous triangle of her pussy, her thighs shaping it. Her inner legs are wet from her excitement.
“You knew what you were doing,” I growl, “dressing like that… showing me your perfect wet slit. Fuck.”
“I wasn’t thinking,” she murmurs.
“I need you again. I need you so fucking badly.”
Standing, I grab her top and pull it over her head. It was wrong before when Mike wasn’t here. Now, when he could come marching down the hallway any second, I still throw her top to the floor, staring at her big, bouncing tits, her nipples made for sucking.
I rub her wet core gently as I take one nipple in my mouth, playing with her tit at the same time. There’s something so intoxicating about the way she moans like she’s trying to be as quiet as she can but can’t hold back the pleasure.
I press my fingers against her clit, feeling her nipple get harder in my mouth, pricked with excitement. I change to her other needy tit and start sucking that nipple, too. She moans and tugs at my shirt.
“I want to see you,” she whispers.
I lean up. “I’ve got bandages on my back, remember?”
“I don’t care. I want you… all of you.” She lets out a shaky breath. She doesn’t have to explain to me. There’s the same thought niggling at her that’s niggling at me. We have to stop. We have to be strong.
I let her pull my shirt over my head. She trails her fingernails down my bare chest, over my stomach. “You’re so strong,” she whispers. “You’ve got so many scars.”
I glance down at my body. In the low light, a few of my scars show—bullet holes and knife marks. “A lifetime of fighting,” I grunt.
“Will you always fight?”
“I’ll always try to make a difference.”
She traces a scar on my chest with her forefinger. “But will you, personally, always go out there and risk yourself?”
I move both hands to her naked hips. She doesn’t know how attractive she is, doesn’t know how perfectly shaped her body is. Every single inch has me aching with the need to claim her.
“I’d need a pretty good incentive not to,” I tell her fiercely, squeezing onto her hips.
“What about that future you mentioned?” she murmurs. “Would that be enough?”
A shudder runs through me like the bullets of a gun firing, hammering, taunting. There’s no cover, no ignoring even a shred of my emotions when I’m with Emma—my emotions. I’m supposed to be cold.
“I was supposed to be dead inside,” I growl, kissing her on the lips. “Then, at that party, you woke something in me. It hasn’t stopped, not once. Even if I know it’s wrong, and now…”
“Yeah?” she asks, her hand on my chest, the warmth spiraling down my torso and throughout me, heating me up. It’s like a vital piece of me is melting through my bones and connecting with her. Like the blizzard somehow froze us together. One person. Like when we rocked together, sitting upright.
“I never want to be apart from you,” I tell her, returning my hand to her core, wet for me already. I rub her entrance as I lean down, letting her feel my breath over her face. “You’re the only person I can see a future with, but we both know it’s wrong—”
“Don’t talk about wrong right now,” she murmurs.
“I’d give it up for you,” I tell her, “if there was a world where we could be together and it wouldn’t tear everything apart. I’d move into a training and logistics role. I’d still fight that fight. I’d never stop.”
“I’d never ask you to,” she breathes in a voice so warm and filled with emotion. She places her hand on my chest as I keep palming her core.
“But I’d settle down.”
“If you found the right lady…” She arches her eyebrow sassily, but she can’t stop the shudder of pleasure from moving through her.
“I already have.”
She moans as I kiss her again. There’s no excuse or justification I could ever give myself this time. Any second, we could be… But I don’t care. I can’t let myself give a damn as I grab her hips and move her onto the bed. She lies back, staring up at me with her legs open, her pussy shining, beckoning to me.
“I’m claiming you with my raw dick—no condom. Nothing separates us. You belong to me.”
She moans, nodding her head up and down as I free my cock and lean down on the bed. I hold myself up with one hand, using the other to guide my tip and push inside her. She moans again but then bites down, knowing she can’t make too much noise. Mike will hear. He’ll catch us. We have to stop. Dammit, I can’t.