Total pages in book: 77
Estimated words: 76022 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 380(@200wpm)___ 304(@250wpm)___ 253(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 76022 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 380(@200wpm)___ 304(@250wpm)___ 253(@300wpm)
“Where’d you even get a frame this big?”
“Had to make it. And get glass cut for it.”
“I love it. And all the kid art.”
“Masterpieces, all of ‘em,” he said, gesturing toward a framed piece of paper with what was only a single yellow spiral doodle.
“Do you want kids?”
Why did I want to know?
“When the woman and the time is right, yeah. You?”
“I always did.”
“But?”
“But I don’t know if it’s going to be in the cards for me.”
“Hey, you never know. The days are short. But life is long. Things can change. If you want them to.” As if sensing that my heart couldn’t take another heavy topic—even one I’d brought up myself—he quickly segued away. “Looks like the bath helped.”
“I almost fell asleep in there,” I admitted. “Thank you. For all of it.”
“The bed is changed and ready for you.”
It sounded sick to say, but I would have preferred the bed not be changed, so I could get in and smell him all around and on me.
“The TV and stereo remotes are on the nightstand. Got you a bottle of water. Some snacks. Dragged up one of the dog beds we have around. And I wanted to clear this before I gave it to her, but I found a chew for Trix.”
He gestured toward where he’d stashed it on the bookshelf. But Trix had already sniffed it out and was sitting next to the shelves, nose wiggling as she looked up at the package.
“She’d love it,” I said, standing there watching him unpackage it and toss it on the bed for her.
“I’ll let you get some sleep.”
“Wait,” I called before I could think it through. “Do you want to… watch a movie or something? I kinda got a second wind, I guess.”
“Sure,” he agreed without hesitation. And, it felt, without expectation. “Side preference?”
“Further from the door,” I said, going around the bed.
“Want me to leave the light on?” he asked as we both climbed under the covers.
“The light from the TV should be enough,” I said. Though I had a feeling it was his presence that would be the most comforting in the dark.
Saul flicked on the TV and then off the light.
The bed was huge.
But we somehow both managed to move in toward the center, our bodies touching from shoulder to feet.
His warmth chased away the chill from them keeping the clubhouse at the frigid temperature of the produce room at Costco.
I picked some random period piece for the comfort vibes and snuggled up under the covers.
And for once, my mind was quiet.
There were no thoughts about my violent bosses, my demanding manager, my annoying neighbor, the various other criminal organizations in town, or even the thing I’d been running from when I’d stopped and settled here.
The problem was, ripped off all those things to distract me, all I could seem to focus on was the feel of Saul beside me. The way his arm moved ever so slightly when he shifted, making it brush against mine.
It may as well have been a sensual massage with the way my body responded. It was a sizzle and a flame that burned brighter and hotter with each passing moment.
It wasn’t long before I wasn’t even paying attention to the movie, before I was fully focused on Saul.
“You keep wiggling around like that and I’m gonna have to do something about it,” Saul said, gaze cutting to mine, his lids heavy, his eyes flooded with the need that was coursing through my bloodstream.
“Then do something.”
CHAPTER FIFTEEN
Este
That rumble moved through Saul, and I’d swear it vibrated right in my core.
Luckily for me, Saul didn’t need to be told twice.
His hands shot out, one grabbing my hip and pulling me until I moved up to straddle him.
The other went to the back of my neck, pulling me down and forward until our lips met.
His mouth muffled my moan at the press, the heat, the promise of more.
Our crash of lips was rough, almost punishing, bruising.
My hands slid upward, grabbing the sides of his neck as he groaned into my mouth, low and guttural. The sound reverberated through me, making my hips drop down onto his lap.
It was my turn to moan at the press of his hard length against me. And I couldn’t seem to stop myself from rocking against him.
Saul’s hands slid down my body, sinking into my hips, then encouraging me to rock against him again.
And again.
His stubble scraped my skin raw in the best way, each drag of his jaw leaving me tingling.
The kiss deepened, shifted—still wild, but more reckless, more consuming. His tongue slid against mine—hot and demanding.
My head spun.
Each time I tried to breathe, he chased me, mouth pressing harder, hungrier, like he was afraid I might vanish if he let me go.
His hands glided down to sink into my ass, fingers digging in, pulling me against him again and again.