Total pages in book: 36
Estimated words: 35946 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 180(@200wpm)___ 144(@250wpm)___ 120(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 35946 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 180(@200wpm)___ 144(@250wpm)___ 120(@300wpm)
Suddenly, my foot steps on a piece of broken glass, shattering the silence. The man whirls towards me, and when he does, and when my eyes lock on his, the breath just catches in my throat.
Holy shit.
He’s gorgeous. Tattooed, rough-looking, intense, and gorgeous. And when his piercing blue eyes blaze into mine, I gasp quietly as I stop suddenly.
He’s young, too. Maybe younger than me even. But so crazy hot it makes my knees weak. Perfect, chiseled face, aristocratic cheekbones, soft defined lips, and those piercing blue eyes. And built in this “Fight Club, Brad Pitt” kind of way. His eyes burn into mine, and the slightest little smirk teases those utterly captivating lips as he cocks his hips to the side and brings his empty hand up to rake his fingers through his dark hair.
I want to sketch him.
No, you want to fuck him.
I blush furiously at the X-rated thought before he clears his throat and nods his chin at me.
“You a cop?”
I laugh, a little too loudly, before I catch myself.
“Uh, no?”
He nods, his eyes dragging over every inch of me in a way that has my skin tingling before he turns. He caps his spray bottle, sticks it in his bike’s saddlebag, and starts to zip it up before I frown and shake my head.
“Wait, are you done?”
“No, I just wasn’t looking for an audience.”
I bite my lip. “Sorry, I—look, I’ll leave.”
I turn, but I stop myself, taking a breath before I turn back.
“You’re really good.”
“I know.”
The smile creeps over my lips as I roll my eyes at the grin on his face.
“Cocky, too.”
His grin widens. “I know that too.”
I blush as I nod at the mural—this dream-like wooded scene of mountains and forests and swirling ethereal clouds. This isn’t just some asshole tagging up a wall, he’s painting a freaking masterpiece back here.
“That’s really gorgeous. And spray paint is a tough medium.”
He shrugs. “It just takes getting used to.”
He eyes me. “You know how to draw?”
“A little.”
Just an undergraduate degree in fine art with an MFA in Renaissance painting.
He grins wolfishly as he grabs a spray can out of the bag and hands it my way before he nods his head at the wall.
“Go ahead.”
I sputter, blushing.
“Oh, I—I don’t know. I’ve never really used spray—”
“I’ll show you.”
His deep voice rumbles through the air between us, and I swallow as heat teases through me. He’s definitely younger than me, that I can see. But at least a foot taller, and built, and so freaking hot. He pushes the can into my hand, and before I know it, he’s taken my arm in his firm, warm grip and tugged me closer to the mural.
“Go head. Try adding some trees over here.”
I take a shaky breath, raise the can, and spray. I gasp when the dark green come out in a burst against the wall, and I laugh nervously.
“Can’t we get in trouble for this?”
“Probably,” he purrs, close behind me in a way that makes my thighs clench and my pulse skip.
“Isn’t that more fun though?”
He moves closer to me, and I gasp quietly as I raise the can and spray again. This time, I start to get the hang of how keeping my arm moving, and as the paint sprays out, I start to make lines, and then more of them. The trees start to take shape, and I find myself mimicking his style as I go. The lines aren’t great, but I make do. And really, it’s like sketching with charcoal, only its more liquidy.
I give it one more arc of my arm before I step back. The stranger whistles behind me.
“Well, shit you’re really good.”
I turn, shrugging casually. “Thanks, I know,” I say sarcastically, and he grins.
“Cocky, too,” he growls lowly as he steps towards me. Our eyes meet and lock, and when he takes another step right into my personal space, my heart races as a shiver teases down my spine.
“Yeah,” I whisper. “I know.”
He steps right into me, and when he pulls the can out of my hand, I don’t stop him. Just like I don’t stop him when his other hand slides over my waist and pulls me close. The liquor and adrenaline courses through me like fire, my heart racing and heat pooling between my legs like I’ve never felt before.
“Sexy, too,” he purrs quietly and intensely, staring right into me as my body trembles. I blush, swallowing thickly, and I suddenly reach up to pluck my thick-rimmed glasses off. But he shakes his head, his hand coming up to stop mine.
“You need those, right?”
I shrug. “Yeah, but they’re…” I roll my eyes. “I mean they’re kinda dork—”
“They’re kinda hot is what they are,” he growls as he moves right against me, making me gasp as he pushes me back until I’m flat against the wall next to the mural.