Total pages in book: 103
Estimated words: 99039 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 495(@200wpm)___ 396(@250wpm)___ 330(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 99039 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 495(@200wpm)___ 396(@250wpm)___ 330(@300wpm)
“That the situation is complicated.”
He dips his head in agreement. “You’re right, but that doesn’t change how much I want you.” There’s a pause. “Or this.”
I release an unsteady breath. How does he know exactly what I need to hear in order to stomp out all the questions mushrooming up inside me?
When I remain silent, he asks, “Do you feel the same way?”
I suck my lower lip into my mouth before blurting, “Yes.”
As much as I wish I didn’t, there’s no denying the truth. I reach up onto the tips of my toes and align my mouth with his.
His rigidly held muscles loosen. “Thank fuck.”
The delicate slide of metal against my lips sends an arrow of lust to my core. My tongue peeks out to lick it as my gaze remains fastened on his dark one.
“I love that the piercing turns you on.”
Heat floods my cheeks. “Is it that obvious?”
He grins before pressing his body into mine until I can feel every hard line. “Yup.”
A thick shudder that feels like warmed honey slides through me as I attempt to regain my bearings. I’ve never met anyone who has the power to knock me off balance so completely.
“Do you want to come over tonight?” I ask.
“Try to keep me away,” he growls, pressing a quick kiss against my lips.
His deep voice strums something inside me and weakens my knees. The strange emotions he rouses are nothing short of addictive. All it takes is one heated look aimed in my direction and I’m going up in flames.
“What time?” he asks.
As I chew my lower lip, the minty taste of him explodes on my tongue. It has my belly hollowing out. All I can think about is delving in for more.
“Give me your number, and I’ll text you after Sasha goes to bed.”
One hand slips to his back pocket before stalling. “That won’t work. There’s something wrong with my phone.” Breaking eye contact, he clears his throat. “I dropped it the other day and it’s been jacked up ever since. I probably need to get it fixed. Or just get a new one.”
“Oh.”
“As soon as I get it figured out, I’ll give it to you. Okay?”
I nod. It’s a little strange, but whatever.
Before I can turn over the situation in my brain and really think about it, his head dips until he can feather his mouth against mine. “There’s some homework I need to knock out. How about I stop over after eleven?”
“That should work.”
“Perfect.” With a grin, he jerks his head toward my cousin. “You should probably get moving.”
Unable to resist, I steal one more kiss for the road before ducking out of his arms and backing away.
“I’ll see you later,” I say with a little wave.
His eyes darken with the same need that courses through me. “Yeah, you will.”
30
CROSBY
As I push open the apartment door, a throaty groan hits my ears.
What the hell?
I make it two steps over the threshold before my gaze lands on my roommate sprawled out on the couch. His legs are spread, and his fingers are tunneled through long blonde strands as he holds the girl’s head to his groin. The slurping action only solidifies what I’ve walked in on.
Again.
Andrew fucks around like it’s his main job in life. My guess is that he’s plowed his way through half the girls at this university. I don’t give a shit how many chicks he screws, take it to your goddamn room. There’s no reason to get it on in the middle of the living room.
I try hard not to think about the body fluids that are probably soaked into the couch.
With my lips pressed together, I keep my eyes averted and stalk to my bedroom before slamming the door shut. I’ll give them five minutes to wrap this shit up and then I’m grabbing something to eat. It feels like my stomach is in the process of consuming itself.
I open my backpack and swap out a couple of books before glancing at my phone. The plan had been to study here for a couple of hours, but for obvious reasons, those plans have changed.
Two minutes trickle by.
Fuck it.
If he doesn’t care, why should I?
I grab the doorknob and yank it open, only to find the blonde now perched on Andrew’s lap. Her arms are entwined around his neck as they go at it, all hot and heavy. At least this is an improvement from watching him get a BJ.
They break apart and he glances at me as I beeline for the kitchen.
“Hey, man. When did you get back?”
“Just a couple minutes ago.”
“Huh.” He rubs his jaw. “I didn’t hear you come in.”
“Yeah,” I say, grabbing a Gatorade and twisting off the cap, “you seemed kind of preoccupied.”
The girl grins as Andrew paws at her boob. “I couldn’t help it. Cassy’s the best there is, aren’t you sweetheart?”