Total pages in book: 51
Estimated words: 47597 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 238(@200wpm)___ 190(@250wpm)___ 159(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 47597 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 238(@200wpm)___ 190(@250wpm)___ 159(@300wpm)
Chapter Twelve
Zoya
"Jareth," I moan, thrusting my hands into his hair as I rock on his lap, trying like hell to keep quiet so we don't wake Connor. Again. We've already woken him up three times in the last few days.
On Christmas, he told me that if it happened again, he was going to murder us both. I'd prefer not to test his commitment to our demise. Especially since the only time I've had with Jareth lately has been at night. He's been busy working on something with his brother and cousins. Whatever it is has been taking up all of his time.
Jareth growls beneath me, reaching up to thumb my nipple. "You look so fucking good riding my cock, princess."
If I look as good as he does with me riding it, he's probably not wrong. And he looks damn good beneath me with my claw marks all over his chest.
He slips a hand between my legs, his thumb pressing against my clit.
I gasp, slamming myself down on him as I detonate like a bomb. I try like hell to keep my eyes on him as I unravel, but it's impossible. They fall closed as he grunts my name, following me over the edge. I feel him pulsing inside me again and again, and a shiver rips through me.
We fall in a sweaty heap, breathing hard.
"You coming all over me is the best part of waking up, Zoya," he groans rolling us until I'm sprawled across him with my head against his chest, listening to the wild thundering of his heartbeat.
"This isn't a coffee commercial."
He chuckles, swatting me on the ass.
I hide a grin against his chest, happy in a way I can't even describe.
Until he groans and sits up beneath me. "I need to go."
"Again?" I pout at him.
"Afraid so." He cups my cheek. "We're working on something important."
"Are you ever going to tell me what it is?"
"Expansion."
"Oh. Are you taking over another vineyard or something?"
"Something like that." He leans forward, brushing his lips across mine. "You going to be in my bed when I get home tonight?"
"Maybe."
He growls playfully, nipping my lip before he reluctantly hauls himself from the bed. "You better be."
I just grin at him until his naked ass disappears into the bathroom, and then I drag his pillow over my face, groaning. The clock is ticking down, counting down the days until I fly back home, but every time he touches me, he drowns out the sound. He eclipses everything.
I don't want it to end, and yet…the end is coming. Soon.
I'm not ready to face it.
"I've been thinking," he murmurs a moment later, appearing at the foot of the bed with damp hair, fully clothed.
"Did it hurt?"
He shakes his head, smiling softly. "You're going to pay for that smartass mouth one of these days, princess."
"Promises, promises. What have you been hurting yourself thinking about?"
"You leaving."
I flick my gaze up at him, my heart skipping a beat as my stomach twists with nerves. "What about it?"
"You'll be finished with school in a few months."
"Five," I whisper. It feels like a lifetime.
"What if…?"
"What?"
"You moving in when you were finished?"
I blink wide eyes at him, sitting upright. "You want me to move to California?"
"No. I want you to move in with me. The US leg of the tour ends in February. I already told Nadia I wouldn't be doing the overseas leg."
I stare at him, not sure what to say. My heart is screaming yes, but my head? Well, that's a little slower to agree. It's spitting questions like the Grand Inquisitor at a trial. "What if…?"
"What?"
I want to ask what if he changes his mind about me, but I don't.
"What if I can't find a job here?"
"Then open your own rescue," he says like he's got it all figured out. "One of the biggest populations of illegal wild animals is in this state, you know. We have big cat rescues and sanctuaries all over the place."
"You can't just open a rescue, Jareth. It takes funding."
"Uh, look around, princess. I've got plenty of that."
"I'm not taking your money!"
"Why not? It's not like I'll miss it."
I huff at him, scrambling up from the bed. "Because I need to bring something to this relationship."
"What the fuck does that mean?" he asks, narrowing his eyes on me.
"It means I can't just live off you. I'd feel like a gold-digger."
He stares at me for a long moment before a bark of laughter erupts from his lips.
"It's not that funny," I say, scowling.
"It is if you believe that shit," he disagrees, grabbing me when I try to slide past him. "I've spent the last four months trying to convince your infuriating little ass to give me a chance. You don't have a gold-digging bone in your body."
"That's beside the point."
"What is the point?"
"I don't know!" I cry, burying my face in my hands. "You just asked me to move in with you, and I'm freaking out a little."