Total pages in book: 92
Estimated words: 86240 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 431(@200wpm)___ 345(@250wpm)___ 287(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 86240 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 431(@200wpm)___ 345(@250wpm)___ 287(@300wpm)
Her jaw tensed, and her beautiful mouth flattened. Then she stripped right there. Off came the black leather jacket she’d borrowed from Kelsey, then the black tee. Her dark wash jeans hit the floor, and I shifted, hoping to keep my dick under control. It was an involuntary response I couldn’t stop. She was gorgeous in a way no other woman before her had attracted me.
“I’ve seen myself and haven’t noticed anything. You’re going to have to check,” she said as she reached behind her to unhook her bra.
Fuck me, I didn’t see how I was going to touch her without wanting to be inside her.
“Shawn!”
I pressed the corners of my eyes with them closed, praying to whatever was holy I could do this. “Yeah. Okay.”
She tucked her thumbs in the corner of her lacy panties and pushed down. My dick hardened to granite. I forced the man I’d grown to be back in the recesses of my mind and became more of Shawn. He was a cold son of a bitch who did what needed to be done without feelings.
I turned dead eyes on her as I moved to face her. Then I pushed a little of the cop in me as I swept fingertips through her hair and checked behind her ears. As my hands glided down the column of her throat, I met her gaze. Her pupils were already dilated with desire. I held her stare as my hands moved to cup her breast. Using my thumbs, I swept them under them. It was only then I forced my eyes away from hers to inspect the area.
On my knees, her pretty cunt was there. It would have been so easy to move forward and sweep my tongue over her swollen clit. Instead, I used my hands to part her folds. I couldn’t put it behind Ruin’s sick mind to put it there. Nothing.
With my hands on her hips, I flipped her around. With my hand, I guided her to lean forward and hug the counter. Still on my knees, I seized my cock through my pants. How easily I could stand, free the beast and fuck the shit out of her.
Instead, I forced more of Shawn to the forefront as I let my hands slide down the side of her rib cage until I reached her hips. I lightly probed her ass, knowing the tracker may not be right under the surface of her unmarred skin. It was at the junction of where the bottom of her ass curved up to meet her legs that I found it.
A tiny scar she would have never seen without specifically looking for was there on the right.
I must have stayed at the spot too long because she said, “You found it, didn’t you?”
Rage flowed through my veins like a shot of adrenaline. “Yeah.” The word left my lips so gruff it did not surprise me when she turned to look at me over her shoulder.
I got to my feet and went to look for something to use to remove it when she stopped me with a light touch of her hand on my forearm.
“How long?” she asked.
She was asking how long I thought it had been there. The scar wasn’t new. “A while.”
Her hand fell away, and I went to look for a sharp knife. I didn’t want to scare her further. Finally, I remembered Griff had tapped my hand to signal for me to keep the scalpel I’d used on the girls. I pulled it from my pocket and went to the sink. I cleaned it thoroughly. I even turned on the stove and placed the blade in the flames as my hands shook from fury. It would be hard not to kill Ruin when I saw him next, even though I’d promised Connor that honor.
Then she was there. Her body lit a flame in mine. It was like the woman cast a spell over me. There hadn’t been a day that thoughts of her hadn’t plagued my mind since the day we met.
“It’s okay. I trust you,” she said.
“Get on the bed,” I ordered.
She didn’t bristle at my tone when I realized anger fueled every word that left my mouth. She headed to the bedroom while I checked for a first aid kit. I found one in a cabinet above the Viking refrigerator.
I found her in the room where she unashamedly lay on her side on the bed. Her full breasts on display made my mouth water. Tongue-tied, I couldn’t even speak. I circled a finger in the air, indicating she should lie flat.
She settled into place as our connection, hotter than a forge, would have melted metal. It was her words that she trusted me, reverberating in my head, that allowed me to focus. I counted out loud down from three before I put the knife to her skin with the precision of a plastic surgeon. Staying on the scar line, I cut less than an inch long and not that deep. Blood rushed to the surface. As quickly as I could, I probed the skin and pressed to get the pill-shaped tracker out.