Total pages in book: 133
Estimated words: 131888 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 659(@200wpm)___ 528(@250wpm)___ 440(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 131888 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 659(@200wpm)___ 528(@250wpm)___ 440(@300wpm)
When she heard a muffled, “No,” it made her suck in a breath to keep her patience.
Damn. It hit her then, why he didn’t want to move to the bed and wanted her to face the door. He didn’t want her to face him.
This moment was a major step for him, and she understood why he wouldn’t want to look her in the eyes while taking it.
Making eye contact during sex was a very intimate action, so she shouldn’t take it as a personal insult. How he was handling this wasn’t because of her but because of himself. It might be the only way he could get through it.
This time he’d be “breaking the seal.” Maybe next time he had sex, it would be easier for him.
The next, even easier. Until he could be intimate with a woman without guilt weighing him down or making him question his choices.
When she thought back, she realized it had taken over three years after Mark died before she even considered accepting a date. Even longer before she had sex with anyone.
Then, she met Jason…
Fuck Jason. He didn’t even deserve a thought. That asshole wasn’t in the room with her, Nox was.
Of course, thinking about Jason made her more determined than ever to avoid accidentally getting pregnant during this encounter. Even though she was on birth control, she should have him wrap it twice to be safe…
She really didn’t want to raise three kids on her own…
“Liyah…”
She shook herself mentally. “Yes?”
“Am I hurting you?”
“No?” Why would he think that?
“You’re tense.”
She needed to get out of her head. To do that, he needed to get busy. “What happened to the condom?”
“Tucked it in my pocket so I can concentrate on you.”
Well, then…
“Hands back on the door.”
Okay, fine. She’d play.
With both hands back on the door, she closed her eyes and let him sweep her out of her own head and wandering thoughts.
He pressed his lips to the side of her neck, twisted a nipple and without any fanfare, slid two fingers inside of her.
Oh, yesssss, she’d definitely play.
Thick, long fingers plunged in and out of her as he sucked on her skin.
“Nox,” she breathed.
“You really need to talk right now?” he murmured against her neck.
No, she didn’t. She zipped her lips shut.
Well, not really. What he was doing to her was making her pant a little and she needed her mouth open for that.
He might be a little rusty but, damn, the man was quickly proving he knew what he was doing. The more he played with her clit and fucked her with his fingers, the more her thighs quivered. She had to lock her knees to prevent them from giving out.
Because, holy shit, she was about to come.
That quickly. That easily.
Her orgasm turned out not to be an explosion that rocked her, but rather a nice, easy one that rolled through her, curling her toes and causing her to moan in satisfaction.
And when she did, his rock-hard cock thrusted against her.
He had to be uncomfortable.
Most other men would’ve had their pants dropped down around their ankles by now. But from the moment she met him, Nox was proving not to be “most” men.
That was most likely the reason he still mourned his late wife. The man could be intense and that led her to believe he loved intensely, too. Intense enough that his wife’s loss hadn’t left a mark, but a deep, gaping wound instead.
Even so, he needed to let it heal enough to scar over. And that scar would be a reminder of what used to be…
A love gone but never forgotten.
Liyah had her own scars. One she cherished. One she regretted.
She’d like to avoid a third.
When he slipped his fingers from her, she lifted her head from where it rested against his shoulder. As his hand disappeared behind her, she noticed his digits were shiny from her response to his attention.
What was he going to do? Wipe them on his pants?
Her motherly instinct kicked in and she turned her head only to find him sucking on the same fingers that had been inside her.
Damn, if that didn’t make her pulse race and her pussy clench all over again.
Watching him finish sucking his fingers clean, she recognized the indisputable fact, while the cop was hot in a baseball cap, he was even hotter without one. Since he also had a full head of hair, it proved he didn’t wear that hat to hide a bald spot, he used it to simply hide.
“Nox, can we move to the bed now?”
“Face the door, Liyah.”
She both hated and loved when this man gave her orders. On one hand, it annoyed her, on the other, it turned her on. Obviously, she was very confused, so she shouldn’t even bother to try to make sense of it.
With a slight shake of her head, she faced the door again.