Total pages in book: 115
Estimated words: 108531 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 543(@200wpm)___ 434(@250wpm)___ 362(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 108531 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 543(@200wpm)___ 434(@250wpm)___ 362(@300wpm)
Over and over she brought him to the edge and pulled him back. He slid his hands into her hair, smoothing it and watching as she lavished her affection on him.
It wasn’t long before he couldn’t take it a second longer. He tugged gently on her hair. “Please, baby. I want to be with you.”
Her head turned up and she held out her hand. “Only because I’m hungry and I get the feeling you’re not going to feed me until you get what you want.”
What he wanted was her with him always, but she wasn’t ready for that. Not yet. He could be patient. The fact that she was willing to walk back out into the dining room with all the rumors that would be flying around now would have to be enough. “I’ll get you anything you want. I really was planning on asking you to come out with me tonight. I wanted you to spend time with my friends. The sane ones. Take off your pants.”
He was already kicking off his loafers and moving his slacks to the side. He retrieved the condom he now routinely carried because he’d turned into a constantly horny teenager around her. If she was willing, he would take her into the courthouse broom closet during their next trial. He watched as she shimmied out of her panties.
“You are so gorgeous,” he said as he rolled the condom on. “Do you know how hard it is to concentrate when we’re in court?” He moved in, his hands sliding around her waist to drag her close to him. “I lose my train of thought every time you look my way.”
Her nose wrinkled. “It didn’t seem that way when you objected to my line of questioning twenty-two times today.”
He loved to work with her. He kissed her again, his tongue delving deep as her hands smoothed down his back. He hated the fact that they’d fought. “Forgive me. I can’t stand that I made you think I’m not proud to be with you. I walk into that courtroom feeling like the luckiest man in the world. Don’t you ever forget that.”
He took her into his arms and gently tumbled on the small bed with her, spreading her legs and making a place for himself there. He stared down into her big brown eyes. They always pulled him in. This woman would forever be a mystery to him. He might unlock parts of her, but she would always be a challenge, a puzzle he desperately wanted to solve.
Jayna Cardet was the endgame for him. He accepted it in that moment when he thrust deep inside her body, making them one.
Her legs wrapped around his waist as she matched his rhythm, shifting it slightly so it wasn’t his anymore, but uniquely theirs.
It wasn’t long before she tightened around him, her climax sending him straight into his own.
Pleasure coursed through him along with all the unfamiliar emotions this one particular woman always brought out in him. Satisfaction. Love. Peace.
He fell on her, holding her close and praying he never had to let go.
chapter twelve
Jayna was warm, her body still pulsing with pleasure as Quaid wrapped his arms around her, and she realized she was on the edge.
She wanted Quaid but she wasn’t sure she could trust him. Not that he would do anything to hurt her. He wouldn’t. That was part of the problem. He was one of the nicest men she knew, and if he made a promise to her, he would do anything he could to keep it. Even sacrifice his own happiness.
“Tell me what I’m doing wrong?” He whispered the question against her shoulder, his lips still moving over her skin.
Oh, she wasn’t about to let him think that. “You are perfect. It was fabulous, Quaid.”
He chuckled. “I’m not talking about the sex. I’m talking about with you. Where am I going wrong with you?”
She tilted her head up so she could see him, take in his sandy hair. It was usually perfect, but now it was mussed and curling in every direction. Only she got to see him like this. “You aren’t. It’s about me.”
“Always taking the blame.” He was quiet for a moment. “I am willing to acknowledge that I should have been more patient and sat down with you this afternoon. I should have listened to why you wanted to take Paul’s case and explained my position. Then I should have told you that I would back you up no matter what choice you made. But you made a mistake, too.”
She wasn’t sure what he was talking about. “I agreed to everything you wanted, Quaid.”
“Yes, and then you walked away. Baby, we have to be able to fight.”
Tears pierced her eyes because he was looking at her like she was something precious. Had anyone ever looked at her the way Quaid was now? “Fighting doesn’t work.”