The Survivor Read Online Jessica Gadziala

Categories Genre: Alpha Male, Contemporary, Dark, Insta-Love, Suspense Tags Authors:
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Total pages in book: 57
Estimated words: 54836 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 274(@200wpm)___ 219(@250wpm)___ 183(@300wpm)
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I didn’t realize in doing so that my towel split to reveal… quite a bit of thigh until I noticed Wells’s gaze there.

“Oh,” he said, shaking his head as he was caught, his gaze moving to the shower. His brows drew together.

“That’s… weird,” he decided, then moved over to try the sink. And flushed the toilet. “It’s just the shower,” he said.

“It’s okay. I don’t need a shower. I was just—“

“Use mine,” he cut me off. “Yeah,” he said with more conviction at my drawn-together brows. “Use mine,” he said, already turning to walk out of the room.

I followed, heart hammering at the idea of being naked just one door away from him.

This was probably a terrible idea.

Or the best one I could ever make.

CHAPTER ELEVEN

Mari

It felt downright scandalous as I climbed into his glass shower enclosure, hyper-aware of his footsteps on the other side of the door as he got himself ready for bed.

It was even more intimate to reach for his shampoo, conditioner, and body wash. By the time I was done, I could smell him all over me.

And, what’s more, I liked that way more than was appropriate.

Desire pinged off every last nerve ending as I forced myself to climb out of the shower, my skin red from the hot water, and started to dry myself off.

It wasn’t until I moved over to the vanity, catching sight of myself in the mirror, that I finally realized something.

I’d forgotten my pile of clothes on the counter in the guest bathroom.

“Ah, Wells?” I called again, squeezing my eyes shut at my own stupidity as I heard him walking closer.

“Yeah?”

“I forgot my clothes,” I admitted.

“Oh, I’ll grab them.”

“They’re on the counter in the bathroom,” I told him.

“Be right back,” he said.

Really, I didn’t plan on it.

Not consciously, at least.

I heard his footsteps moving back toward the door.

I reached for the knob, knowing it was expected for me just to shove my hand out of a crack to grab the clothes.

But, instead, I wrenched it completely open.

I swear Wells nearly dropped the entire pile of clothes as his body stiffened and eyes widened.

I felt a similar shock, realizing that Wells slept in lightweight pajama pants… and nothing else.

A sizzle seared down my spine and spread outward as my gaze slid from his handsome face to his bare chest. I knew under his suit that he was well-built, but I couldn’t have anticipated the tight cords of muscle of his forearms, or the deep indents of his abdominal muscles. And certainly not that deep V shape that disappeared into his low-slung pants.

All at once, my chest felt tight, even as my heart tripped into overdrive, and an ache settled in my core, acute enough for me to need to press my thighs together to ease it.

To no avail.

My hungry gaze moved back upward, finding him watching me looking at him.

That hunger in his gaze made another pulse of need course through me.

My gaze slid to his lips, feeling my own part at the memory of our kiss, then back upward.

“Fuck it,” he hissed, seemingly to himself.

He tossed my clothes onto the counter as he moved into the bathroom, grabbing the back of my neck and yanking me against him as his lips crashed down on mine.

That sizzle I felt before?

It sparked into a flame, one that blazed through me until it was a wildfire, out of control, consuming me entirely.

Wells’s lips were hard on mine, borderline bruising as he turned us, pushing me back against the sink cabinet.

His hips pressed into mine, and his thin pajama pants were doing nothing to hide the proof of his desire.

Shameless in my own, my hips ground into him.

A groan moved through him, vibrating into my chest, and his hips pressed into me harder as his teeth nipped my lower lip, biting, pulling.

My hands slid up his arms, over his chest, then down his back, nails digging in as his tongue teased over mine.

Wells reached downward, grabbing me behind each knee, and yanking me up and off of my feet.

My fingers dug into his skin for a second before he dropped my ass down onto the sink counter.

His hips pressed into my knees until they parted for him, allowing him to step between.

His lips left mine then, trailing down my jaw, then my neck, creating little shivers as I angled my head back to invite more.

His tongue traced my clavicle before his lips were moving to the center of my chest, then down. Finding the towel, he reached out, yanking the tuck free, and with one movement, the towel fell away completely, pooling at the sides of my body.

The cool air and the brush of his stubble had my nipples hardening even as his lips pressed a kiss between my breasts.

His one hand lifted, closing over my breast, his big fingers covering it completely, squeezing almost to the point of pain for a second before his thumb and forefinger moved to my nipple, doing a delicious little roll.



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