Total pages in book: 64
Estimated words: 60018 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 300(@200wpm)___ 240(@250wpm)___ 200(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 60018 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 300(@200wpm)___ 240(@250wpm)___ 200(@300wpm)
He rose, blocking her path.
“Now that you know everything, you need to let me go. It’s safer for you, for everyone around me.”
He let out a low growl. “You don’t need to protect me. I’m not Emily and I’ll be damned if I let you deal with that psychopath on your own.”
Remy had already been worked up over her painful past. Nothing would happen to her in the future. Not on his watch.
Chapter Six
Remy’s words reverberated in Raven’s head. You don’t need to protect me. I’m not Emily and I’ll be damned if I let you deal with that psychopath on your own.
She hadn’t come here for sex but she couldn’t deny the need to find an escape in his arms. She no longer wanted to think about Lance or the fact that her time for feeling safe was limited.
Knowing Remy had her back helped calm her nerves and she couldn’t deny her relief as every muscle in her body relaxed at his insistence she stay.
He might live to regret his decision but for tonight, she took him at his word.
“Thank you,” she said, her shoulders sagging with relief. She met his gaze, hoping she conveyed the appreciation she felt toward him but also the desire.
She wanted him. She always wanted him.
She just knew better than to think they could have more than short term. Life rarely graced her with her deepest desires. Not for long.
Gazing into his golden eyes, she reached up and touched his cheek with her hand. “You’re amazing, Remy. And I don’t know whether to hug you or kiss you.”
His lips lifted in a sexy grin. “I can answer that one easily.” He stepped closer, bracing his hands on her hips as he lowered his head toward hers. “Kiss me, Raven.”
“Okay, but this isn’t about gratitude. It’s about need,” she said, wanting him to know her feelings.
Then she rose onto her tiptoes and their lips met, desire exploding between them. He lifted her and she wrapped her legs around his waist, their mouths still fused as he walked them to his bedroom and deposited her on the ultra-high mattress.
He stood by the bed, staring down at her with heat in his eyes. “Strip for me,” he said, his voice huskier than it had been all evening.
She unbuttoned her jeans and pulled them down her legs, then moved on to other pieces of clothing, bra and panties included. All the while, watching as he undressed at the same time, revealing muscles that could only be the result of regular workouts and an erection that had her sex pulsing with desire.
He opened his nightstand drawer and pulled out a condom, tossing the packet next to her on the bed. Before she could shift positions and get comfortable, he grasped her ankles and pulled her toward him.
“Eek!” She let out a surprised squeak that quickly turned to a moan when his large hands spread her legs wide. And when she glanced up and saw the hungry look in his eyes, she was more than ready for whatever came next.
“You have no idea how often I’ve dreamed of tasting you.”
His fingers pressed into her skin so deeply she thought she’d have his marks on her. That thought turned her on even more.
Before she could think or reply, he dipped his head and his tongue slid through her folds. She moaned, arching her hips and giving him better access. He took it, diving in like a starving man aiming to prove his words. His tongue was as talented as the man was relentless.
With every swipe and lick of his skilled tongue, he took her higher. Warmth and a delicious sense of need took hold and she rocked her sex against his mouth. His hands gripped her hips hard and held on as he continued his assault. It didn’t take long before she was soaring, waves of pleasure taking her up and over, her climax bigger than any she’d had before.
His licks gentled as she came down from the high. He lifted his head and she was still dazed. She felt him lift his head from her thighs and place a small kiss on her skin. When she finally opened her eyes, he’d knelt on the bed, condom already on, and positioned between her spread thighs.
Her gaze met his.
As if he’d been waiting for her awareness, he buried himself deep in her body, filling her like he was meant to be there. Every part of her in tune to him, from the buzzing in her ears to the tingling in her breasts, to the way her inner walls contracted around his large cock.
“Remy.” His name came out on a harsh breath.
“No one else, sweetheart. Just me.”
Oh, this man was smooth, she thought, unable to withhold a grin at his cockiness. “Show me what you’ve got, then.”