Total pages in book: 46
Estimated words: 43402 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 217(@200wpm)___ 174(@250wpm)___ 145(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 43402 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 217(@200wpm)___ 174(@250wpm)___ 145(@300wpm)
“Blade …”
He pulls me back into the shelter of his arms, erasing the small distance I had created between us. Then, he shocks me by not kissing my lips. Instead, he leans down and presses his lips to my forehead. “Think fast, Livy. I don’t think I’m going to like being away from you—not for even a day.”
With that he walks away. I watch him go, feeling lost.
I resist the urge to call him back. His words ring in my ears as I get in my car and lock the doors. I should be breathing easier now that I’m alone. I’m not. I sit, looking in my rearview mirror—seeing nothing really. I don’t have the mental capacity to focus on anything around me. All I can do is think one thing …
I’m not going to like being away from Blade either. I know this with a surety that settles in my soul. I can’t explain it, other than to acknowledge that he just walked away and I’m already wishing I was back in his arms.
Shit.
4 BLADE
Rain drums against the window, a steady rhythm that seeps into my dream. I’m kissing her again. Olivia. A blonde bombshell with haunting blue eyes. The woman who got under my skin the second I met her. The one I can’t stop thinking about.
I’m caught somewhere between semi-consciousness and sleep. I know I’m dreaming but can’t be bothered enough to truly wake up. Instead, I concentrate on the pleasure this fantasy is giving me. Olivia’s mouth is soft and sweet, just like it was outside after the meeting ended. Our kiss … Hell, it wrecked me—much like reliving it is doing now. I feel the slide of her lips against mine. Hear the tiny sound she makes as I pull her close. I swallow down her moan as I deepen the kiss and coax her tongue to play with mine in a dance that might be as old as time but feels brand new with her. It’s everything I never knew a kiss should be. It’s perfection.
“Blade!” she cries, calling out my name as the dream disintegrates and fantasy tries to take over and I shove my hand in her panties, desperate for the wet heat that I know is waiting for me. “Blade!” she cries again, the sound so desperate that it jolts through me like a damn shockwave. I jerk awake, heart hammering.
“Motherfucker.”
It takes me forever to get used to my surroundings. My breathing is as ragged and loud as a freight train. I’m fucking hard as stone—filled with such a hunger for her that my damn balls are painful and feel like they are going to explode. I drag a hand over my face, noticing it’s trembling.
“Shit.” I take a deep breath, letting it fill and then escape my lungs as slowly as possible. I’m in bad shape here. I swear I can still taste Olivia on my lips. The rain’s coming down harder now, splattering against my window and creating wild paths down the panes. I shove the covers off and swing my legs over the side of the bed, trying to get a grip on myself.
God help me, I’ve never wanted a woman like this before. Not once. It has me twisted up—craving her like a damn addict chasing a fix. That scares me more than I care to admit. I mean, fucking hell, it has only been three days since I’ve seen her. That’s it. Three days since I kissed her, and she’s taken up permanent residence in my head.
I’ve thought about calling her. Hell, I’ve almost done it a dozen times. But she’s skittish—like a new foal, ready to bolt at the first wrong move. It was apparent in the way she looked at me and trembled when I touched her. Something has made her afraid. It’s a fear of me—or rather men. It’s also a fear of intimacy. I don’t know what happened, but I know it’s there. I keep asking Bear about her, but he won’t give me anything. He’s clammed up tight. Ayita too. Everyone’s keeping their mouths shut, which only makes me more certain there’s a story. Something has hurt her. I’m even starting to think that’s why she doesn’t like motorcycle clubs. Those facts keep going over and over in my head—feeding my anger and frustrations. If someone did hurt Olivia, I will damn sure find out who and once I do, I’ll make sure they regret ever breathing the same air as her.
I force myself to look at the bedside Alexa. The device shows that it’s barely an hour before I need to get up anyway. I sigh and stand, glancing down at my cock which is still standing at attention and bobbing around, craving a sweet, warm pussy that isn’t here with me. With a groan, I wrap my hand around my cock squeezing painfully tight.