Total pages in book: 104
Estimated words: 99040 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 495(@200wpm)___ 396(@250wpm)___ 330(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 99040 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 495(@200wpm)___ 396(@250wpm)___ 330(@300wpm)
“Damn, you smell good,” he whispered against her mouth. He snuck his tongue out and licked, gathering her arousal on his tongue.
Jo whimpered, her fingers tightened in her hair.
“Taste good too.” He canted his gaze upward. “I’m fucking addicted to you, baby. To this sweet, sweet pussy.”
Lick.
She made another of those desperate sounds.
Lick.
“To the noises you make.”
Lick.
“Tracker…”
“To the sound of my name on your lips.”
Lick.
“Please.”
“Mmm… definitely to you begging. And your intelligence. Your kindness, your strength, your fierce spirit. Jo, I’m addicted to it all.”
He dove in, not giving her a chance to respond. Jo cried out as he tongue fucked her with all he had in him. “Come on, baby, fuck my face,” he said with a growl before attacking her again.
She pulled his hair tight enough to sting as she held him against her with one hand and tugged her panties aside with the other. As soon as he gave her permission, her hips went wild, thrusting against him. Fucked herself on his tongue as he lapped up every drop.
Heaven on Earth.
He couldn’t remember a moment he’d loved more.
It didn’t take long for the noises coming from Jo to grow loud and unrestrained. Once again, he wished for a camera. This time to capture her expression as she humped his face and he feasted.
“Shit,” she whispered a few seconds later. “Oh shit, yes.” She slammed her hips into his face and held him there as her body shuddered. “So good, so good,” she whispered again and again.
His shoulders ached, his wrists burned, and his knees throbbed, but he’d stay there forever if she wanted.
After a few minutes, the tension on his hair eased. He glanced up to find Jo looking down at him with a dazed and sated expression. “Am I still alive?” she whispered.
“Sure as fuck hope so,” he said with a chuckle. “Because we’re gonna need to do that again sometime soon.”
“Yeah. Definitely.” She stumbled to the cabinets, turned, and sank down to the floor next to him. After a quick rifle around in her uniform pants and some awkward maneuvers, she had him freed from the cuffs.
“Ahh…” He groaned as he rolled his shoulders and wrists.
“You okay? Was that too much?”
“Babe, I couldn’t be more fantastic if I tried.”
Jo made a happy sound and rested her head on his shoulder.
“How about that wine?” he asked.
“Yes. Just give me a few minutes for my legs to work again.”
“Nah, no need.” He reached overhead and felt around until he found the wine bottle on the counter. When he handed it to her, she laughed.
“Classy,” she said as she took it, then swallowed a long swig straight from the bottle before handing it back over.
“Nothing but the best.” He took his own drink.
They sat there like that, naked and sweaty, drinking from the bottle on his kitchen floor for what could have been hours. They didn’t speak much, just enjoyed the wine, the silence, and the feel of each other.
Even with their world burning around them, Tracker had never experienced a more perfect evening in his life.
CHAPTER NINETEEN
HER ASS WAS numb, but the pleasant buzz of wine made it easy to ignore the slight discomfort. That and the absolute bliss of the peaceful intimacy she found relaxing against Tracker.
Their physical connection wasn’t like anything she’d experienced before. She wanted him in a way that wasn’t familiar to her. Hell, she’d planned to marry a man who didn’t make her half as hot and needy as Tracker did. She wanted him all the damn time. No amount of orgasms quenched her thirst for this man who, on paper, couldn’t be more wrong for her.
The outside world wouldn’t understand or accept them if they tried for a deeper, real relationship. External forces would plot to keep them apart. Her family, his club, her coworkers, and perhaps even the community at large. Yet, when it was the two of them alone, it worked. He respected her, communicated with her, made her laugh, told her she was strong as well as beautiful, and blew her mind in bed.
Or the kitchen.
Despite her better judgment, she found herself wanting to know more about Tracker. Wanting every detail of what made him who he was. She wanted to know what made him tick, what he wanted for his future, and if she had a chance to be a part of it. Not only that, but she found herself wanting to share her own fears, triumphs, past, and thoughts. She wanted him to know her as deeply as she wanted to learn about him.
The word wouldn’t stay inside. “Did I ever tell you I have four older brothers?”
Tracker chuckled. “Shit, yes, you did mention it. This mean I’m gonna get my ass kicked?”
That was the least of what they’d do to him. “They’re all cops. So is my father, though he’s retired now.”