Unstoppable (Fierce) by Ginger Voight Read Free Book Online Page A

didn’t even bother dressing after I toweled off. I wrapped myself in a thick, complementary robe and crawled into bed to wait. After about a half hour, I turned on the TV.
    I dozed off before he came to bed, awaking only as the bed shifted under his weight. I glanced at his darkened silhouette. “Have a good nightcap?”
    “Yeah, sorry that took so long,” he said as he slipped out of his pants, then curled up next to me on the bed. “She needed to talk.”
    “About what?” I asked as casually as I could as I gently trailed a finger across his chest.
    “She’s really freaked out about tomorrow. She thinks they’ll figure out she’s no model and send her packing. She’s panicked she won’t be good enough.” He gathered me into his arms. “I had to talk her down from the cliff, and let her know she’s perfect as is.”
    My gut tightened. “How did you do that?”
    His eyes searched for mine in the darkness. “What do you mean?”
    “You’ve been gone a couple of hours. That sounds like you had to do some major convincing. Was it all at the bar?”
    He propped himself up on one arm. “What are you asking me, Jordi?”
    “How long does it take to convince a pretty girl she’s pretty?”
    “You tell me,” he said as he bent his head towards mine. He kissed me softly. “I’ve been trying to convince you for almost a year.”
    I ducked away from his kiss and pulled the covers up almost to my chin. “Oh, please. It’s not the same thing and you know it.”
    “Isn’t it?” he coaxed softly as he tugged the covers down. “My opinion is the same, only the people are different. Why does she have to agree any faster than you do? Don’t I get to say who I think is pretty?”
    He scooted closer, and I could feel the hardening contour of his body against the soft flesh of my hip. “And shouldn’t I get to say who I burn for every minute of the day? Who I dream about touching even when we’re thousands of miles apart? You’re an echo on my soul, Jordi.” My eyes fluttered shut the lower his voice dropped. “Every time I think of you I want to touch you, I want to kiss you, I want to love only you.”
    My words were lost when his hands touched my body. His large hand possessively cupped my full breast as he nibbled at the nape of my neck.
    “I love the way you fill my hand,” he whispered near my ear as his thumb lightly brushed across the hardening nipple. I couldn’t help but gasp. “You’re mythical, like a goddess.”
    I fought the urge to shake my head. “Jace,” was all I could say.
    He tore down the sheet, revealing my body to him. Easily he shifted over me and fit himself against me, between my thighs, as his eyes locked with mine. “Every time you surround me,” he said softly, toying with my lips in a series of subtle kisses, “is like falling into heaven.”
    I melted against him. I shivered against the night air, trying not to f eel conscious of every bulge that was pressed against him. His hand disappeared between my legs, his fingers dancing across my slippery flesh until I writhed beneath him in exquisite longing to be filled, to be completed. He watched my face as I lost myself to the sensations. When that first wave of pleasure hit, he shoved himself inside of me, hard and true.
    “You’re perfect,” he said into my mouth, before a deep, hard kiss that proved his passionate words were true. My fingernails dug into his strong hips as I encouraged him to show how raw his desire was for me. He lost himself in every thrust, and I felt every ghost between us slip away the more he branded me for his own. I was thrashing under him by the time he drove in that last time, empting himself inside of me, heart and soul.
    As he curled up beside me an d drifted to sleep, I chastised myself for doubt him. He wasn’t like all men. He couldn’t be.
    When I reached for my phone to set the alarm, I saw a text I had missed while dozing. It was from Shelby .
    “Thank you so much for