Chapters (30)
- Copyright Page
- Chapter 1
- Chapter 2
- Chapter 3
- Chapter 4
- Chapter 5
- Chapter 6
- Chapter 7
- Chapter 8
- Chapter 9
- Chapter 10
- Chapter 11
- Chapter 12
- Chapter 13
- Chapter 14
- Chapter 15
- Chapter 16
- Chapter 17
- Chapter 18
- Chapter 19
- Chapter 20
- Chapter 21
- Chapter 22
- Chapter 23
- Chapter 24
- Chapter 25
- Chapter 26
- Chapter 27
- The Gift (excerpt)
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Oh, to hell with everything. We could die at any moment, so why not use every chance we got to enjoy ourselves? I pushed myself up to my feet and grabbed the hem of my shirt. “Take off your jacket,” I said to him as I pulled my shirt over my head. As he did as I asked and set his gun on the nightstand so it would still be close by if he needed it, I kicked off my shoes and climbed onto the bed, then lay down on my back.
“Come here,” I said, curling my finger in an invitation. His gaze traveled my body as he took off his shirt and tossed it to the floor. Just the sight of his perfect abs and the bulge in his jeans made me wet.
He got on top of me, his lips searching for mine. As he gave me a fiery kiss, his hand snuck behind my back and skillfully unhooked my bra. He tugged at the thin straps and pulled my bra down, exposing my breasts. His mouth closed around my nipple, and he twirled his tongue around my hard peak, his teeth lightly grazing me. His fingers toyed with my other nipple as he kneaded my breast. His eyes lifted to me and I let out a groan low in my throat.
“James,” I said, burying my fingers in his hair as he lightly pinched my swollen bud and took it in his mouth.
Desire spread through my whole body as he lowered himself down my stomach. He grabbed my bra and threw it away somewhere as his tongue zigzagged across my skin. After unbuttoning my pants, he hooked his fingers into the waistband of my panties and yanked them down along with my pants. A wave of cold air on my bare flesh only ignited me more, and I spread my legs for him, giving him access to my center.
When he gripped onto my thighs and blew a hot breath over my heated flesh, I arched my back and caught one of the pillows, clawing at it. He kissed my inner thigh, and then teased me with his tongue, giving me a slow lick. I couldn’t keep quiet as he parted my folds and slipped his tongue inside, moving it in and out, then flicking it over my clit. The pressure inside me increased as he lapped at me greedily, as if he could never get enough. When his finger slid inside, curling slightly, I had to bite on my hand so the whole motel wouldn’t hear me.
His eyes met mine just as his tongue hit the right spot, and a wave of pleasure rippled through me.
“I want you,” I whispered. “Inside me. Now.”