Total pages in book: 104
Estimated words: 95676 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 478(@200wpm)___ 383(@250wpm)___ 319(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 95676 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 478(@200wpm)___ 383(@250wpm)___ 319(@300wpm)
"You're always laughing at me," she complains.
"Because you're crazy, kitten."
"Am not."
"You are if you think I could stop loving you for even a second."
Her eyes fly open.
"I'm so in love with you I can't think straight," I say, meeting her gaze. "The last eleven days without you have been utter hell. I need you in my life, sweetheart. You're the best part of it."
A tear rolls down her cheek.
"Stop that," I say, brushing it away with a soft smile. "You'll get dehydrated, and then I won't be able to take you home."
"I want to go home."
"There's something you need to do first," I warn her.
"Okay…."
"You need to decide where we're going to live."
"Cam―"
"No." I cover her mouth with my hand, silencing her. "I don't give a shit if you think it's too soon or not. I've spent the last eleven days sleeping on my fucking couch because I can't sleep in my bed when your scent is all over it, but you aren't. A man can only take so much. If you want to wait a while to get married, that's fine with me. But we will be getting married. Wherever you sleep is where I sleep from now on. I'm not sleeping without you ever again."
She narrows her eyes at me, pulling my hand from her mouth. "You can't just boss me into moving in and marrying you, Cam."
"Oh, I'm going to boss you into moving in," I mumble, staring at her lips. "But I'll beg you to marry me if it makes you happy, kitten."
"What about your job?"
"Fuck my job," I breathe. At this point, I probably won't get fired given everything that's happened. I'll be suspended for a while, but I don't fucking care. "If they don't like that I'm marrying you, they can kiss my ass. I'll find another job, but I can't find another you. You're mine, baby girl. You've been mine since the day I met you. I'm done living without you."
She crashes her mouth to mine, kissing me hard.
"Fuck, kitten," I groan, writhing beneath Ivy. "We gotta stop."
"Nu-uh," she mumbles, licking her way up my chest, paying special attention to the sunburst tattoo she loves so much. "I'm not stopping."
"You're not healed. It's only been two weeks since they released you."
"That's long enough." She flicks her tongue against my nipple, scraping her nails down my abs exactly the way I like.
I curse, long and loud, my willpower crumbling. We've been sharing the bed every night since they released her from the hospital the day after Erin shot her. Every night, I kiss her until she can't breathe and run my hands all over her, torturing us both. But I haven't been inside her yet.
"Kitten," I growl when she palms me through my boxers. Of course I'm hard, my dick straining toward her, begging for attention.
"Please, Cam," she pleads, wrapping her hand around my length to stroke me. "I need you! Please."
I growl again, tossing her off me.
"Oh!" she cries out when I catch her before she lands on the bed beside me.
I ease her down the rest of the way, taking care with her shoulder. It doesn't really bother her much, but I still worry about it. She's been through hell and back. I never want to do anything to add to that. I only want this incredible woman to feel pleasure with me.
"You okay?" I ask, looking down at her with hungry eyes.
"I'm fine," she promises.
She's been a mess for the last two weeks, alternating between crying a lot and staring off into space. Picking up the pieces and coming to terms with the fact that Erin was behind all of this is going to take a long time, but she will be okay. She's in therapy, which is helping. I had to pack up her apartment for her. She couldn't do it, not because of her shoulder, but because being there was too much for her. There were too many memories.
"Good." I smirk, and then yank my boxers down, kicking them free. As soon as they're out of the way, I wrap a hand around my length, stroking my cock.
She squirms beneath me, moaning my name.
"You've been fucking with me for a week, pissing me off because you knew I couldn't do anything about it," I growl, prowling up her body. Kneeling beside her head, I brace myself against the headboard with one hand, stroking my cock with the other. "Let me have that smart mouth."
She opens instantly, moaning when I pass the head across her lips, teasing her. She flicks her tongue out, tasting the pre-cum already gathering on the head of my cock. A low moan filters from her lips. Fuck, she loves sucking me off.
"Yes," I hiss when she wraps her lips around me and sucks me into her mouth.