Total pages in book: 109
Estimated words: 107352 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 537(@200wpm)___ 429(@250wpm)___ 358(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 107352 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 537(@200wpm)___ 429(@250wpm)___ 358(@300wpm)
“Well, breathe now, because I’m right here and I’m all yours.”
“All mine?”
“Always.”
“I want to go home, Nash.”
“I will go anywhere with you, and home works, as I have groceries sitting in the garage. Wink is probably wondering what the hell is taking me so long to come in.”
“The shit you care about,” he rumbled, holding on, not ready to let go.
“Our cat? We care about our cat.”
“I know!” he choked out, clearly upset, the adrenaline pounding through him. “But how about you focus on the man having a nervous breakdown in your arms at the moment.”
“You’re okay,” I soothed him. “You knew I was gonna be all right.”
“I don’t wanna be scared anymore, you hear me?”
“Yes.” I nuzzled into the hollow between his neck and shoulder. “No more scaring you. Cross my heart.”
Luke held my hand in his all the way home, lifting it to kiss, and also glancing at me every few seconds.
“You realize you can’t watch me every second of every day any more than you can watch your kids. There’s some jeopardy involved with living.”
“I know that.” He pulled into the garage, shutting off his truck as the door slowly closed.
“Have faith in me, and I’ll have the same in you.”
He nodded, turned his head, and brushed away tears before facing me again.
“Why don’t you concern yourself with getting plane tickets to Maine,” I told him. “I feel we’re late getting started on that.”
Instant scowl.
“But see, you feel better, don’t you?”
“Just don’t fuckin’ scare me.”
“No, love, never again.”
He climbed over the center console and straddled my hips, hands on my shoulders, staring into my eyes. “Do I have your attention?”
“Always,” I promised him, loving the warmth in his beautiful eyes, holding his granite thighs, and hearing his low moan of contentment. There was no doubt that Luke Duchesne loved me. It was stamped all over him.
“Always?” he asked, sounding almost angry.
“Yes. I swear.”
His eyes narrowed as he studied me, and then he moved back to his seat and was out of the truck in a flash. As I watched, he unlocked the door and went inside.
Strange.
I scrambled out of the car and walked to the Jeep. “I guess I’ll bring in the groceries, then,” I called out to him.
Nothing.
Getting the bags, I went into the house, slammed the mudroom door behind me, and when I turned, Wink was right there to howl at me.
“Why didn’t you yell at the first guy who came through,” I muttered, toeing off the sneakers I’d worn, since for once it wasn’t raining.
He leaped at me, dug his little claws into my right calf while I called him a little fucker, then let go and darted away.
I could hear Luke in our bedroom as I passed by. “Thanks for helping with the groceries,” I called out. He didn’t answer, and as soon as I put the perishables away, I was going to go find out what had crawled up his ass.
I dropped the bags loudly on the island, partly because I was irritated and partly to make noise to get his attention, got the milk in the fridge and was about to do the same with the stupid shredded cheese, when I was shoved up against the island.
“Hey,” I said softly, “what’s—”
“You scared me,” he husked, and I caught my breath when his hot mouth was suddenly on the side of my neck, kissing, sucking, before I was once more pressed up against the island, harder the second time, his front molded to my back.
“Luke,” I whispered, my voice going out on me as he pushed his face into my hair, inhaling deeply. “Honey, talk to me.”
“You’re not hearing me,” he said gruffly, and I had to move things aside so I could brace my hands on the gray-veined marble as he groped me hard. “So talking isn’t gonna work.”
“What’re you—” Difficult to speak when he was loosening my belt, working open the button and zipper of my jeans, all the while rubbing against my ass. “Luke?”
“You scared me,” he repeated, and squatted behind me, lifting my sweater and kissing the small of my back.
I shivered as he put both hands on my hips and slowly eased my jeans and underwear down my thighs to my knees. “We should go to the—fuck,” I moaned as his tongue licked over the top of my crease.
“Take the sweater off,” he ordered, his voice guttural and low.
Pulling it up over my head, I put it on the island before he peeled me the rest of the way out of my clothes. I had a moment to think I was naked, but for my socks, and he was not, before he took my thickening cock in hand and stroked me.
“All of you, every part, is so beautiful,” he murmured, and then kissed between my shoulder blades, releasing my length to bend me over the counter. “And I get to touch you whenever I want… have you whenever I want.”