Total pages in book: 31
Estimated words: 28714 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 144(@200wpm)___ 115(@250wpm)___ 96(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 28714 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 144(@200wpm)___ 115(@250wpm)___ 96(@300wpm)
"What are we doing?" I whisper as he sets me on the counter, gripping my hips.
"Showering," he growls, bending to kiss me again, another long, drugging kiss that leaves my mind reeling and my heart pounding. His gray eyes glitter when he pulls back to look at me. "I spent half the night at a fire. I'm not putting my hands all over that body until I'm clean, princess." He yanks my shirt up over my head, licking his bottom lip like he can't wait to get his hands on me. "And you're getting in with me."
My core clenches hard at the wicked look in his eyes…at the thought of showering with him.
He leans down and brushes his lips across my shoulder, leaving my skin humming, before spinning to turn on the shower. I watch him with my heart in my throat. This feels intimate in a way I didn't anticipate, but I like it. It's…nice, relaxing in a way that's unexpected.
I always thought sex would make me anxious, but there isn't a single part of me that's nervous about what's about to happen between us.
I'm ready to be his in every way.
I can't believe he waited though. It's humbling to know he's waited this long, only to give himself to me. He's so sure of me, of us. Maybe I'm crazy, but that doesn't scare me. It makes me feel bold and powerful. Like I can allow myself to believe in this just as strongly as he does.
My mouth goes dry when he pulls his shirt off over his head, letting it fall to the floor. The tattoos all over his muscular back are gorgeous—black lines and bold color. Words in Latin run between scenes that look like they came right from a history book. I can't wait to trace every single one and ask what they mean to him.
He turns to face me, and my eyes drift down his body on instinct, only to stop on the small mass of scar tissue on his chest. It's still red and puckered, still so new.
God, it's so close to his heart…standing as proof that I almost lost him before I ever even met him. I knew that already. Of course I knew that. But seeing it in person is painful in a way I didn't expect.
I hop down from the counter, my heart in my throat, and stroll toward him.
"Whatcha doing, princess?" he asks, leaning back against the wall, watching me attentively as I stop in front of him.
"This," I whisper, leaning up to brush my lips across his scar. His pec quivers beneath my lips, his breath exhaling in a rush. "I'm so glad you're still here and I get to fall for you, Easton."
I think it's the bravest thing I've ever said. The truest, too. The words should terrify me, but they don't. Somewhere over the last four weeks, I stopped being afraid of falling for this man. I stopped doubting him. Now, I just want to learn to love him the way he deserves to be loved. I don't know if I'll be any good at it, but I certainly intend to try.
"Jesus," he growls, dragging me into his arms. His lips come down on mine, his kiss hungry.
I groan into it, my hands sliding down his body, feeling every ridge of his abdomen. His body truly is incredible. Even after being shot, it's a work of art, so strong and capable.
I grip him through his pants, trembling at how big and hard he is. He feels massive against my palm, like he's going to split me in two. My body aches at the thought, eager to find out if I can take him. I've used toys on myself, but never another this intimidating. One way or another, we'll make him fit.
"Goddamn, baby," he rasps, wrenching his mouth from mine. "That feels so fucking good."
I stroke him through his pants, loving the way his big body trembles against mine and he pants for breath. He's so damn gorgeous with his eyes at half-mast and his cheeks flushed as he watches me, bucking his hips into my hand. But he doesn't let me touch him for long before he slips his hand between our bodies, pinching my nipple through my bra.
I cry out in ecstasy, my head falling back.
"Like that, do you?" He chuckles, and pinches harder.
My knees shake beneath me, my clit throbbing in time to my heart.
He slips his hand lower, his fingertips sliding down my belly. Part of me wants to shy away, hide this part of myself from him…but that desire dies a quick death when he groans.
"Fucking hell, I can't wait to leave my marks all over this beautiful body, Molly." He meets my gaze, desire raging in his eyes. "I'm going to worship every fucking inch of you."