Restless (Relentless Series Book 2) Read Online Free PDF

beach house that Stephen and I had purchased a year ago. We moved in while Violet was pregnant with Harper because she needed a push to figure things out with Jax. My fingers trembled as I pulled my keys from my purse. For all I knew, my key might not even work in the lock. The only reason I was here was because it was time to get my things. Jaxon had offered to go for me, but I couldn’t make him do that. Everything was awkward enough because of me.
    The lock clicked, and I slowly pushed the door open. Stephen’s car wasn’t in the driveway, so I didn’t bother calling out. Unless he had hired a maid while I was gone there wouldn’t be anyone in the house. I would get in and out without anyone finding out I was there. That was my plan anyway. Why were my plans always blowing up in my fucking face?
    None of my stuff had been moved. My clothes still hung in the closet, my shampoo was still in the shower and the picture of me and Stephen still sat on my side of the bed. It had been taken one afternoon at the beach. I picked up the picture and stared down at our happy faces. The moment had been captured forever, but I barely remembered the feeling.
    “What are you doing here?” Stephen’s deep voice startled me, causing me to fumble with the picture. I turned and saw him standing in the doorway. His hair was slightly damp, making his dark brown hair look almost black. He must have been out on the beach and that's why his jeep wasn't here. There was a place not far from here where he loved to surf.
    “I just came to get some of my things.”
    The glare of his whiskey colored eyes pinned me in place. I wanted to move. I wanted to apologize. I wanted to scream at him about the ring, but mostly I just wanted his arms around me again. A single tear slid down my face. Coming here had been a horrible idea. My feet moved faster than my brain could process what was happening.
    I made it to the kitchen before he caught up with me. His hands wrapped around my waist and he spun me so I was facing him. He caught me off guard when his lips met mine. His mouth tasted like mint and it was so fucking perfect. My fingers tangled in his hair and he tilted my head to deepen the kiss.
    He backed me up, crowding me until I was where he wanted me. His strong hands grabbed my waist and sat me down on the counter top, spreading my legs and centering himself between them. The wrap dress I wore gaped at the neck, and his fingers pinched at my nipples as they peaked over the edge. My dress was gone in seconds, pooling on the counter next to me as he untied the knot holding it in place. I moaned when Stephen’s fingers rubbed at my wetness through my panties.
    "Did you miss me, baby?"
    I whimpered against his mouth and he chuckled. My head fell back as he pushed the flimsy lace to the side and his finger slipped inside me. His tongue ran up the column of my neck and he groaned as my fingers dug into his back. The muscles of his forearm bulged as he found the perfect spot.
    He stopped long enough to tug his soft grey t-shirt over his head. I sucked and nipped at his sun-kissed skin as it came into view. Freckles dusted his shoulders. The sound of my shoes hitting the floor barely registered. He sank to his knees in front of me and licked my swollen nub. He caught my clit between his teeth and sucked hard, causing me to buck against his face. His arms pinned me in place as he continued his wonderful assault.
    “Come, Taylor.”
    “Oh god. Fuck yes, Stephen,” I groaned, digging my fingernails into the back of his head. His whiskey eyes met mine, and it was all I needed to explode in a powerful orgasm. He controlled my body, and he knew it. My shrill, keening cries bounced off the walls of the kitchen. As I came back down from my amazing high, Stephen unbuttoned his jeans and let them fall down to his ankles. I reached out and palmed his length. The height of the counter had us lined up perfectly.
    "Is your shot still good?"
    I nodded, and he sank