Total pages in book: 145
Estimated words: 136731 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 684(@200wpm)___ 547(@250wpm)___ 456(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 136731 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 684(@200wpm)___ 547(@250wpm)___ 456(@300wpm)
A moment’s pause and I want to cry. Julius has made me feel more in these few minutes than Dino ever had.
My lip begins to quivers.
Being here, with Julius, like this, has become the most raw experience I’ve had in my entire life. A life changing experience.
He looks into me and I return it, full force. No words are spoken. None are needed, not now.
What began with my needing to do this has ended with my wanting this more than anything I have ever wanted before.
Fuck the plan. I need this, need Julius.
His hands come to rest on my thighs and, without asking, he slides them upward in an attempt to access the most intimate part of me. In a moment of panic, I let out a soft gasp and his expression blanks. He stops, making a show of moving his hands over the clothing. He settles by wrapping his strong arms around my waist, pulling me into him, and when he does, his already hard cock rocks into me. The move has my eyes fluttering shut, and a low moan escapes me.
I don’t see the tender assault coming, but when his mouth takes mine in a deep, searing kiss, I groan into his mouth, and my body heats at the purring sound coming from deep in his throat.
Oh, God. Shit. I am a moron.
Why have I allowed this to happen?
I hadn’t expected to be so affected. I hadn’t expected to be affected at all.
I’m officially in way over my head. I know this because Julius Carter has lips that dreams are made of, and now that I’ve had a single taste of him, I am afraid this feeling of want won’t be sated so easily.
I’m drunk in lust, and I’ve never felt this way before. It’s disconcerting.
Sitting on the kitchen counter, wearing nothing but his shirt and a pair of panties, with my arms wrapped around his neck as he gently bites then sucks on my bottom lip, nothing has ever felt so natural before in my life than being in the arms of Julius Carter.
He reaches up to take my face in his hands. Looking down into my eyes, he searches.
For what?
I’m not sure. But when I smile up at him, I can almost hear the gears grinding inside his mind.
Releasing my face as if it’s the hardest thing he’s ever had to do, he takes a step back, away from me.
No.
“Julius.”
Don’t do this. Please, don’t do this.
My voice is no more than a whisper. “Don’t you dare, Julius.”
Please. Please don’t leave me. I need you.
Oh, God, I need him.
The words quiver. “Julius, don’t you dare walk away from me.”
He avoids my piercing stare as he takes another step back, effectively breaking what little I have left of me. He utters a rough, “We shouldn’t be doing this, Ana.”
I blink up at him. My brows furrow in confusion. “Yes. Yes, we should. Because it feels right. When something feels this good, that is exactly what you should be doing.”
He scoffs then shakes his head as though I’m the stupid one. “You don’t know what you’re feeling. You’re confused.”
He called it, but I won’t admit it. Yes, I’m confused. I’m a fucking mess.
A stabbing pain in my heart inflames my emotion, until suddenly, I’m aching inside. My voice low, I grind out, “Godammit, don’t tell me what I’m feeling. I’ve had a whole lot of wrong in my life. I know what feels right.”
But he steps back once more, and sheer desperation has me vowing, “If you walk away from me now, I will never have you again.”
His eyes narrow a moment before he calls my bluff, turning and walking away. Before he exits out the door, he mutters, “It’s what’s best.”
I wrap my arms around myself, fighting off the chill Julius left in the room. But I don’t cry.
I won’t.
“You goddamn moron. Lunatic. Jackass.” Ethan Black is having a bad day. “Do you have any idea what you’ve cost us?”
I place my thumbnail in my mouth, chewing on it lightly. “Enlighten me.”
“It was a bogus address, Twitch. No one there. Nada. Literally nothing. A SWAT sting wasted. Another opportunity down the drain.” Ethan’s fists ball up by his sides so tight that his knuckles turn white. He strides forward, a menacing expression on his taut face. “If you’re fucking with me, kid, you’ll rot behind bars. I swear it.”
I tilt my head and throw him a deadpan look. “You look a little tense there, Black. Might I suggest more fiber in your diet?”
“Twitch.” The chief cuts in before Ethan can lose his cool. “What happened? I think we’ve made it abundantly clear that if we don’t get our part of the bargain, neither do you.” He frowns in confusion. “Why are you playing games with us?”
“You didn’t think I’d actually give you the full address, did you?” The look of annoyance on both of their faces is beautiful.