Total pages in book: 47
Estimated words: 45135 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 226(@200wpm)___ 181(@250wpm)___ 150(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 45135 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 226(@200wpm)___ 181(@250wpm)___ 150(@300wpm)
Neha bit on her lower lip as their gazes remained locked with one another. She wanted to shift on the counter. Fuck that, she wanted him to take her. Hard and rough. Make her feel it when she walked down to the pier.
The timer went off and she swore. His lips quirked up and she cocked an eyebrow at him.
“What’s so funny?”
“I’m not leaving once the food is finished, Neha. Not unless you tell me to leave.” He gripped her around the waist and lifted her before allowing her to slowly slide down his body until her feet rested on the ground.
She had the quiche on the table in little time. He carried over the platter of fresh fruit and put it down. The small round table shrank further when he lowered his body to his seat, after holding the chair for her. She tucked her head and prayed she could do this without saying something stupid or embarrassing.
“Look at me.”
It took her a moment, but she listened. His blue eyes held hers and sank more into her. She didn’t want him to let her go.
Fuck, a few moments in his presence and she was imagining kids, a white picket fence and that whole nine yards of familial bliss.
“Thank you.”
“For?”
“Trusting me enough to let back in.”
“I told you last night you could have stayed.”
His gaze deepened. “And I told you, I wasn’t going to take advantage.”
“What about now?”
His hand shook as he dished up the food, serving her first then himself. “Ask me after we eat and this looks delicious.”
“Thank you,” she muttered, dragging her gaze from him and refocusing it on her plate.
Talk moved to work and what had gotten them into what they were doing. She loved merely listening to the rich cadence of his voice. That soothing drawl, did things to her that she knew would probably illegal in a good number of states.
He worked beside her to clean up, brushing off her statement that it wasn’t necessary. As she draped the dishcloth over the divider of her ceramic sink, once again spotless, she closed her eyes as he bracketed her in between him and the counter.
His touch was infinitely gentle as he pivoted her around, so they were face to face. She sucked a sharp breath. There was no descriptive word she could come up with that would aptly convey the amount of hunger and desire in his gaze.
“If you don’t want this, Neha. Tell me now. I swear I’ll find the strength to leave.”
Everything flashed before her. Family. Career. And all of it paled next to him.
“Stay.”
* * *
Davin swallowed and held those amazing eyes of swirling shades of brown. Moving his touch from her arms he cupped her face, loving the texture of her skin beneath his palms. He dipped his head and brushed his lips along hers, lightly. Teasingly. Waiting for her to open beneath him.
She did and he rumbled low in his throat. Slow. I am going to fucking do this slow.
His body wasn’t at all in agreement with him. Need rode him hard and he wanted to toss all gentleness out the window. He couldn’t. Despite everything he’d heard about this woman, everything he’d seen and what he personally knew. The hardness and impenetrable shell was different than who she truly was.
He saw past all that. Down to the vulnerable woman she didn’t want to share with the entire world. That was the one who called to his protective instincts like a mega horn. Sure, she was a very capable submariner and Naval officer, but that didn’t stop him from wanting to wrap her tight in his arms and keep her safe from the world.
Davin slipped his tongue into her mouth and moaned again as her taste was reunited with his. Her eyes fluttered shut as she gripped his shoulders, bringing him closer yet. He was on board with that decision.
Stroking along, he twined and tangled with her tongue as he sought all he could reach. He wrapped his arms tighter around her, anchoring her flush to him. Needing her to feel him, all of him.
She gave a slow purr as she flexed her fingers against him. Without breaking the kiss, he cupped her ass and moved on to grip her hips. Only then did he pull back. Her full lips swollen from their kisses, shiny and all he wanted to do was claim them once more.
“Jesus, Neha. You’re going to kill me here.”
Her eyes raking a heated path along him, she released him and attacked the bottom of his shirt. “Off.”
He could work with that. One handed, he yanked it over his head and dropped it on the floor. No way to miss the sharp intake of her breath.
“Your turn.”
She used two hands and he stayed right there, allowing her arms to brush against him as she slowly removed that damn red shirt that had been distracting him since he got there. Her skin was all the dark rich shade and the burning at his fingertips only grew as he stared. Her white bra sliced through the dark and pulled his focus from her flat stomach to her full breasts.