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“He’s a good man.”
“You’d be bored out of your mind.”
Maybe, but they would never know.
“Tell me about the books.”
She was too relaxed to go on the defense. “You were in London. I just graduated from college and couldn’t get a job because Dad was being an ass… You told me to pursue writing full-time, so I did. I wrote about us. I published the first book under Thalia Crane, and it was a hit. I couldn’t wait to tell you. I used my money from the book to go to London and…” Her voice trailed off as the memories began to surface.
I don’t know if this is worth it.
The echo of his cold voice uttering those words made her stiffen. Even as she gathered herself to roll away, his hand went to her pussy. When she gripped his wrist to pull him away, his marauding fingers rubbed expertly.
“No tomorrows. Feel me,” he murmured.
Her breath hitched as he sucked on her pulse.
“I …” She tried to gather her thoughts, but they slipped away as quickly as they came.
He pushed her onto her back while he lay on his side. One large thigh slipped between hers and draped her leg over his, giving him unlimited access. She stared up at the open beam ceiling as he rubbed her clit, kissed her neck and massaged her breast. Damn, he was good. It didn’t take much time for her body to ignite for him. She grabbed a handful of his hair and pulled.
“Do me,” she snarled.
He obeyed, lifting her thigh and sliding his big dick inside her. He rocked slowly. The angle proved to be more than she could handle. She begged him to hurry, but he kept his pace infuriatingly slow until she climaxed, and even after, he kept it up while she mewled and tried to go back to sleep.
“I’m tired,” she grumbled.
He kissed her jaw. “I don’t mind fucking you while you sleep.”
“Hurry up.”
“I’m taking my time. This.” He pushed deep, and she gasped. “Feels too good to stop.”
It seemed to go on forever. She gave herself up to it and couldn’t believe it when he pushed her over into one more climax and finally came with her. He tossed an arm over her and tucked his face against hers.
“What time is it?” she asked in a raspy voice.
“Five.”
“I should get up,” she said but made no move to do so.
“It’s still snowing. I’ll drive out and check the road in an hour or two. Sleep.”
Chapter 5
She woke on her side with the fire at her back. She opened one eye. Sunlight poured into the cabin, marking a brand-new day. She was alone on the nest of blankets. Bracing for the pain she was sure to feel, she sat up. There was no sound in the house, but she wasn’t alarmed. She used the couch for support as she slowly got to her feet and wrapped one of the stiff blankets around her. On her way to the bathroom, she paused in front of the large wall of glass to stare at the world blanketed in a sparkling, untouched white. The wind had stopped, and a blue sky unmarred by any clouds stretched over the white mountain range. It was like the night from hell never happened. Looking down at her bare feet, which were toasty warm, she swore she would never take central heating for granted again.
Once in the bathroom, she stepped beneath the steaming spray and washed it all away. She was freakishly calm. Roth accomplished what nature hadn’t been able to do. He refocused her attention on something tangible and carnal and emptied her so she could start anew.
Though the tiny mirror was too small to show anything but her face, she felt every mark on her body. He had used her well and made good on his promise because she could still feel him. She borrowed Kaia’s fluffy robe and was on her way to the loft when she felt an unpleasant draft. Apparently, the loft still wasn’t heated. Clothes weren’t vital at the moment, so she detoured to the kitchen and popped aspirin while she looked for something to eat. She decided to make a grilled cheese sandwich and was pleased to find a stash of tomato soup as well.
As she turned on the stove to heat the pan, she glanced at the microwave, which was flashing zeroes. She went in search of her purse and pulled out her phone, which she had turned off before her flight to Colorado. When she turned it on, a flood of texts, emails, and voicemails greeted her. She ignored all of that and focused on the time, 8:30. She dialed the hospital to check on Kaia and was promptly told they couldn’t release any information since she wasn’t a relative. She hung up and tried to call Roth before she realized she didn’t have his number.
“Shit.”
As butter sizzled in the pan, she nuked the tomato soup and listened to the first voicemail.
“Girl, I’m going to plant a tracking device in your ass,” Sunny drawled.
