Total pages in book: 69
Estimated words: 68500 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 343(@200wpm)___ 274(@250wpm)___ 228(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 68500 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 343(@200wpm)___ 274(@250wpm)___ 228(@300wpm)
“I gotta go.”
• • •
Now
I flinched at his acerbic words.
Then leave.
Which pissed me off. I hated acting like I was afraid.
I wasn’t afraid.
I was freakin’ pissed!
I leaned forward and poked him in the chest, my anger at his obvious deviousness shining bright, and said, “I fucking will.”
And that touch sealed our fate.
We’d done really well, staying far enough away throughout the day that we didn’t once touch.
He’d stayed on his side; I’d stayed on mine.
And even when my hands practically itched to reach out and stroke his forearm, I’d kept them to myself.
But freakin’ Felix had always known just what to say or do to get a reaction out of me. And he’d definitely gotten the reaction he’d been striving for.
My anger was damn near palpable as I got in his face, my frustration with the whole situation evident.
I’d tried for months to get ahold of him. I’d texted. Called. Emailed. Hell, I’d even driven to his apartment to find that he’d freakin’ moved.
I’d searched for him in almost every available hospital directory in the area and came up with freakin’ nothing.
And he was acting like the injured party here?
No.
Fuck no.
I poked him again when he didn’t react, and that was all it took.
One second, I was poking him in the chest, my finger right over the black heart I knew was beating there, and the next I was slammed up against the wall.
I gasped, surprised by the movement.
Never in our relationship had he ever manhandled me in such a way.
He’d always been sweet and demure, moving slowly at my pace.
But this wasn’t the man I used to know.
This one was angrier, more jaded. He narrowed his eyes at me a lot, and frowned when I was only used to smiles.
No, this man was not that man.
But saying that, the thrill that went through me at the manhandling sent a shock of excitement and desire through my veins.
The breath that left me kept freakin’ leaving when his mouth slammed down on mine in a punishing kiss.
His anger and frustration poured out of his mouth and into mine.
Years of pent-up frustration poured out of me, and my hands moved on their own to lock at the back of his neck, pulling him impossibly closer.
The kiss wasn’t a kiss.
It was a statement.
One that said we were both really freakin’ mad, and that we agreed this was going to stay what it was.
Mad sex.
I wouldn’t say hate, though.
Because I didn’t hate him. There was no way I could hate the man I loved.
No matter if he broke my heart over and over for years straight.
My fingers caught the loose curls at his nape and fisted.
He growled against my mouth at the hurt but didn’t stop or pull away in the least.
In fact, I would say he pressed forward more.
And damn, he’d gotten some muscle on him since we’d last seen each other.
I’d been so surprised this morning at the sight of him that all I could do was stare for a long minute.
Felix Alexander Kent had always been sexy.
Tall with black hair, he was the ultimate poster child for Abercrombie when we’d met.
He’d been well built in all the right places, but even when I’d left him, he wasn’t like this.
It was as if he’d spent the last few years in the gym, focusing on creating the most perfect body he could just to rub it in my face.
Now he was all man. All rugged good looks, beard that I hadn’t even realized I liked, and smoky dark eyes that felt like they were digging straight into my soul.
All those muscles pressed up against me felt like a wet dream I hadn’t realized I’d even wanted to have.
And then there was that one other appendage that I’d tried very hard to forget about since I’d had it last.
But the moment I felt it, all those memories came back.
Neither Felix nor I had been a virgin when we’d met.
Though we had been rather… inexperienced. We’d learned with each other, and over time, found exactly what the other liked.
Like I knew if I kissed his neck, right underneath his chin, it would make him groan.
So when I pulled away and did just that, he fisted his hand in my scrubs and all but yanked me away from him with a groan.
“Don’t,” he snarled.
I still had hold of his hair, so I fisted it even tighter and pulled him back.
He hissed as he moved, his eyes narrowing on me as he slammed back into me with his mouth.
Then we were all kisses, teeth, and anger.
The kiss was a kiss I’d never forget, and by the end of it, we were both grasping for each other’s drawstrings so we could yank each other’s pants down.
Then I had my pants around my ankles, he had his dick out, and he was shoving me over the closest object, which happened to be a damn vacuum.