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)
And I really want you to leave.
So badly that I’ll walk out into the cold in barely any clothes and head to my car.
Luckily, I’d forgotten to lock my car in my haste to get inside, meaning that I was able to grab my phone without the keys I’d left somewhere in the huge home behind me.
When I had my phone and saw no call from Vicky, I breathed a sigh of relief.
When I got back to the walkway, it was to see Tammy glaring daggers at me with her hand on the door handle.
She had this stupid-ass grin on her face when she deliberately closed the door before I could get there.
I cursed and hurried closer, hoping that I would find the door open, but with my hand on the knob there was no doubt it was locked.
Instead of playing her stupid game, I dialed Felix’s number.
Nothing.
The call didn’t go through at all.
I cursed, wondering if he still had me blocked.
I walked around the house, to the far room that I assumed was Felix’s bedroom, and knocked on the window.
The curtains parted, and Felix stared at me in confusion from the other side of the glass.
Then his face did something spectacular.
He gritted his teeth, and even through the full beard I could see those muscles in his jaw work.
Then he was gone, walking to the door that I hadn’t seen before this moment when it opened not three feet away from me.
“Get in here,” he growled, sounding pissed as hell. “What happened and how did you end up out there?”
I explained, letting Felix know that he had an intruder I couldn’t seem to get rid of.
Then shivered when I was done.
Instead of going out there, he closed and locked his bedroom door, then patted his bed.
I crawled into it, or tried to, but he stopped me before I could get all the way under the covers.
“These pants have to go,” he said as he stripped them off of me so fast I couldn’t warn him that I was bare underneath. “They’re dirt…”
His eyes didn’t miss it, though, as I fell backward onto my back in his exuberance to get the sweats off of me.
His eyes, obviously being drawn to the spot between my legs, widened.
I’m not quite sure who moved first. Him or me. But we were in each other’s arms a few seconds after his gaze went heated.
Later, I’d think about how I was taking advantage of a grieving man.
Later, I’d tell myself that we couldn’t do this again.
Later… Well, later me and current me were two completely different people.
After everything that had just gone down with Tammy, paired with the way I’d needed him like I needed water or air to survive, well, it was quite inevitable.
The illogical next step in our torrid love affair.
“Sometimes,” he said as he pulled away, panting after the most intense kiss I’d experienced since the last one that consumed me. “When I feel you in my arms, I forget about everything and everyone, and remember what it was like to be happy.”
My heart sank.
He wasn’t happy?
Was he as unhappy as I was?
Was he putting on the good front just like I’d been doing all this time?
Could we be experiencing the same thing, and neither one of us knew it?
Before I could say anything to his admission, though, he pushed me backward on the bed, pressed his big body between my partially splayed thighs, and said, “I’m not going to regret this time any more than the last.”
I didn’t want him to.
“Your friend’s still here,” I told him, practically giddy.
“I don’t care,” he admitted. “She can listen.”
Why did the thought of someone listening to what we were about to do—and it was definitely going to happen, no denying it now—turn me on so much?
Why did the thought of her finding out what we were doing in here, and listening in while she fumed on the other side of the door, make me want to jump up and clap like an excited toddler?
“Are you su…”
He interrupted my question by slowly working his way down the length of my body. When he got to my unbound breasts beneath his favorite t-shirt, he bit down lightly. Directly on my nipple.
I gasped in shock as I said, “Felix!”
That hurt!
His eyes twinkled as he moved to the other breast. And just when I was sure he was about to do the same thing to that one, he changed tactics and nibbled it with his lips wrapped around his teeth.
I squirmed underneath him, unable to stop myself from wanting more.
God, what was it that this man did to me that made me want him so badly?
“What’s that look you got goin’ on there, Poppet?” he asked.
Poppet.
God, when he called me that, it made me want to cry.
“Just thinking about what you’re doing to me, and how I want you to speed this up, but also wanting you to go slow because then I can pack more into one punch, so to speak,” I blurted out, unable to help myself.