Total pages in book: 139
Estimated words: 132437 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 662(@200wpm)___ 530(@250wpm)___ 441(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 132437 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 662(@200wpm)___ 530(@250wpm)___ 441(@300wpm)
Well, wasn’t this a trend he was getting on.
Too bad as he reached for the bottom of his hoodie and shirt, he could only yank and twist and get things crammed up under his pits.
“Here, I’ll help,” she said.
He stilled. Especially because she got back on him.
With the curling ends of her hair falling around her bare shoulders like a shawl, and her hands drawing down the zipper on his chest, he had a moment of eternity.
“I was right,” he said. “This is the best night of my life.”
She stopped, her shining green eyes locking on his. And then a piercing sadness replaced the hunger on her face, the light draining out of her eyes.
“Mine, too,” she whispered.
He wanted to ask her what she meant, what was wrong, what he could do to help. But her face closed off from him, a mask settling over her features.
Allhan stroked her cheek. “I wish…”
“I know.”
As she leaned in and pressed her lips against his, he felt like they were making a vow that was strong in this moment, but nothing that could last outside of this hungry, heady privacy they’d artificially created by coming out to this faraway place. And in an insane emotional surge, he wanted to tell her he loved her.
Because that was what he was feeling.
He wasn’t looking to ruin this fleeting time they had together, though.
“I’m really glad I met you,” he said, tracing her face with trembling fingertips. “And this is a good way…”
“To what?”
End things, he thought sadly.
That was what this was, what this had to be.
And it was weird. He hadn’t known how suicidal he’d been until he found something worth living for. Too bad it was way too late. His grand plan with the Brotherhood? There was a reason he hadn’t really sketched out anything past setting up that lesser.
They were going to find him and kill him. And he was going to deserve it.
“Stop thinking,” she said in a soft voice. “Come back to me.”
His eyes brought her into sharp, painful focus. “I am never going to forget you.”
“Me, either, Al.”
With that, Denne stripped his hoodie off his shoulders and arms, and then she peeled his Hanes undershirt up and over his head. As she tossed both aside, he loved the way she looked at his new muscles with a greed that was altogether female. And he especially loved the fact that the green glow returned.
Why couldn’t they have met under different circumstances—
“Where have you gone again, Al.”
His hands returned to her waist, and he absorbed the warmth of her dark skin, the feel of her ribs expanding as she breathed, the promise of what was going to happen if he touched her breasts again.
“Wherever it is,” she said, “don’t go there. We’ve got to make this time last.”
“Where are you heading to,” he asked. “After we…”
He already knew the answer: It was someplace he couldn’t follow.
And that had nothing to do with whatever reasons were on his side.
When he brought her back to his mouth, she came to him like water, flowing over him, capsizing him so that he could drown in her. Her hands went to his arousal, and he felt her reposition him so that he was angled up—
His head jerked back so hard, he nearly knocked himself out on the back headrest, and the hiss that sizzled through his locked teeth was loud as a firecracker.
Her sex engulfed his arousal in a hot, wet hold that shorted his brain out completely, and that was exactly what he needed. She was right. No more thinking. There would be time for that later, too much time.
Denne rode him nice and slow at first, but then she got fucking serious about it. Dizzy yet grounded, hungry yet hoping they could stay in this heady anticipation forever, he held on to her loosely so she had all the freedom to move however the hell she wanted to—and it was incredible. Harder, faster, until they were both panting and it might as well have been July instead of the depths of winter.
As he started to come inside of her, Allhan knew that summer was the best way to describe everything she brought to him. He had been alone in his lies for so long, imprisoned by what he had done and who he was deceiving now, that he hadn’t noticed the cold that was in his soul.
Denne was his January thaw.
A blessing that warmed him.
But was not going to last.
CHAPTER FORTY-THREE
Of course he fucking went down to where Bitty was.
As L.W. strode through the rustic hall, he couldn’t lie to himself. He wanted to see her while he still could, his mind’s memory banks literally where he was going to keep the most precious things: The way her auburn hair curled around her face, and the color of her eyes, and the way she smiled. And the sound of her voice wasn’t a bad chaser.