Total pages in book: 109
Estimated words: 101622 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 508(@200wpm)___ 406(@250wpm)___ 339(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 101622 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 508(@200wpm)___ 406(@250wpm)___ 339(@300wpm)
She starts to rub my leg. I don’t even know if she’s doing it on purpose as her gaze stretches into the night sky on the other side of the glass. Or if she finds comfort like I do in the simple act. “I’m sorry for asking for money.”
This isn’t a conversation that would ever be had with a wife. I can’t stop from wondering how this all started and how we ended up where we are—becoming real with each other. The act is getting harder for her to perform, the mask slipping, and exposing who she is underneath the unhinged character she created. This is my favorite version of her. “Money is a necessary evil, but I don’t want it coming between us.”
“Me either.” She scrapes suds from the top of the water and lathers them over her shoulders. “Warner?”
“Yeah?”
“We’re in a tub naked together.”
I grin. “We sure are. It was bold of you to invite yourself in.” I chuckle lightly, not just at my own joke but because it feels good to release the betrayal I felt earlier. I don’t have much to go off but my own gut instinct. It’s telling me to trust the journey, leaving me to worry about the destination another time.
She slides to the side to look up at me. With her own smile in place, she says, “How’s your head?”
“Almost good as new. The arm’s still broken, though.”
Maneuvering carefully so as not to splash water everywhere, she straddles my lap. When she leans down, she cups my face and gives me a quick kiss before pulling back just enough to look into my eyes again. With her smile reappearing as if I’m the one responsible for putting it there—I sure the fuck hope I am—she says, “I can work with that.”
CHAPTER 20
Delaney
My throat is dry, my mouth hanging open to pull more air into my lungs.
With the warmth of the water and the heat of my connection with Warner, I’ve stopped caring that strands of hair are stuck to the sides of my face. That my heated cheeks are probably flaming pink and my lips swollen from scraping across the scruff of his jawline.
Reaching up, he gently rubs the pad of his thumb under one of my eyes and the tip of his finger under the other. He slides his hand to the nape of my neck, bringing me in to kiss again.
It didn’t take much to open Pandora’s box. Now that we have, there’s no closing it. This feels too good. He turns me on too much. My head spins along with my heart, and I stop fighting the pull to him. Giving up control, the upper hand, and trying to think five steps ahead vanished after the first kiss. It’s fun to feel this free, to feel this me again.
Gripping the sides of the bathtub, I drop my head next to his as I rock against his erection. Shameless and carefree. His breathing has deepened, and words are huskier in my ear. I need more—more of everything with this man.
When his fingers tease my clit, I buck, causing the water to splash against the edge of the porcelain. I don’t care about making a mess, but I know Warner will. My words are jagged as I drag my eyes to latch onto his again. “We should get out.”
“Not until you come.” There’s such authority to his tone that I find myself drawing a breath as his hand dips under the water and slides between our bodies. A tease of my clit causes me to shift down and harder. His fingers arouse me before one slides further to toy with my entrance. With his eyes still set on mine, he doesn’t ask for permission, but I give it by rocking against his hand.
The starting gun ignites, my entire being needing completion as I race toward a finish line I don’t want to cross. Why can’t I feel this good forever? It’s not even a pause, but I find myself already begging, “Don’t stop.”
“I’m not stopping, Sass.” The smile that embeds into my heart has me wanting to stare at him all night. “Not until you come for me.”
“I can do that.”
“Yeah, you can,” he says playfully. I could almost mistake that shine in his eyes for love if I’m not careful. I’m not that foolish to think someone like him would fall so fast for someone like me. We’re from different worlds. Fire and ice. Even oil and water at times. I prefer cloak and dagger.
I lower my head, focusing on the hunger blooming in my belly instead of the jagged breaths ringing in my ears from a constricting throat. Resituating on his hand, I push onto him, his finger diving into my depths and causing my head to fall back, my mouth to open, and a moan to escape my chest. He pulls back out, but just enough to keep the connection that I’m struggling to hold on to. Too much all at once.