Total pages in book: 58
Estimated words: 54645 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 273(@200wpm)___ 219(@250wpm)___ 182(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 54645 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 273(@200wpm)___ 219(@250wpm)___ 182(@300wpm)
I place the bandages from his back in the garbage as he slowly peels the others from his chest. The wounds on his back are worse, much worse.
But of course they are. Trent Reynolds has never run away from danger in his life. Not in my defense. And not in war either. “You were really lucky,” I say, dabbing a square of gauze with antiseptic.
He nods. Looks down. Doesn’t make eye contact. “It was bad, Kat. So bad.”
My emotions get caught in my throat. I don’t know what to say, but I know that with him, silence is okay. We have never needed words to fill the space between us. And we don’t now, either.
Gently, carefully, I dab at the torn flesh around the blue stitches. His body tightens as I do, but then relaxes again.
I am meticulous. By the time I’m finished there’s a pile of gauze on the countertop, and all four wounds are bandaged with waterproof dressings. “There. All done.”
Trent straightens up, wincing again. I watch his every move, checking to see that he’s okay. I can tell he’s hurting, but I don’t say anything to break the silence. I gather up the bandage wrappers and place them in the garbage, as he turns and twists the handle on the glass-encased shower.
The room fills with steam and heat.
Warmth and closeness.
The familiar, comforting sound of running water rolls around my ears.
And just like that, I am back to the night before he left.
I turn to face him, looking into his eyes, as his fill with such hunger. Such need.
He glances my cheek with the backs of his fingers. A feather-touch. Soft as silk. But it lights a fuse that burns through me, leaving me breathless.
And that’s when I know we’re in trouble.
The thump, thump, thump of my heartbeat cancels out everything else until his whisper, “Fuck, you’re so beautiful when you blush.”
My heart pounds once, twice, three more times as we stand like statues. Neither one of us knows what to do next.
When the room starts to spin and the edges of my vision blur, his arms engulf my waist, pulling me in a single hard tug against his naked torso.
“We can’t,” I manage, though the statement is empty. Unconvincing, even to me. “What will people think?”
He answers with a low growl. All greedy and possessive. “I don’t give a fuck what anyone else thinks.”
My body doesn’t care either; but my mind—Jesus, God help me. “This is wrong.”
“Is it?” he counters, licking his lips on a sniff.
I nod against his hand, and my eyes flutter shut.
A thousand words light up in conflict as I decide what to say next, but none of them matter when the nudge of his tongue opens my lips.
Trent’s tongue. Trent’s lips. Warm. Wet. A bit of pressure. A flavor I shouldn’t recognize but I do. You’d think he was kissing my clit with the involuntary shudder that renders me boneless.
I think…I should push him back, fight, say no.
But I don’t. I can’t.
I do the opposite.
I open myself to him, my own tongue swirling over his elicits a soul shattering groan from his core. Our tongues meet in a tense tangle, images of us in our younger years explode behind my eyelids as the wrong, wrong, wrong pounding in my head is snuffed out by the yes, yes, yes thrumming between my legs.
The kiss turns deep and needy, as he pushes me up against the glass shower wall.
Gasping for air, I break away, pulling back so I can breathe.
So I can think.
His arms stay latched on to me, tight and strong. The pounding of my heart echoes in the pulsing of my soaked pussy.
“I told you to put the notebook down, Kitty Kat.” He nudges my cheek with his nose, pressing his hardness against my pelvis. Huge and intimidating.
“I know. But I couldn’t.”
“Tell me why.”
“Because I…” I don’t know how to finish. I don’t know how to explain.
“I saw you that night, you know” he murmurs. “Before I left. I saw you outside the bathroom door. And I haven’t stopped thinking about it since.”
I let out a whimper, not a word and the kiss comes crushing forward again, taking the air from my lungs, the reason from my head. His hands move from my waist to my face, attaching my lips to his, making it impossible for me to withdraw ever again.
Fire explodes in my belly. A million flickering flames. I would do anything for him. I would live for him. I would die for him. Every breath, every thought, will always belong to him.
It’s Trent who detaches us this time, his square jaw tense. The vein in his forehead as thick as my pinkie. The hem of my dress shakes against my kneecaps. I am in the arms of the boy I always thought of as my brother, feeling feelings I have never felt for a man before. A red haze takes over and from the depths of my being I draw out a split second of clarity