Total pages in book: 49
Estimated words: 47254 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 236(@200wpm)___ 189(@250wpm)___ 158(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 47254 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 236(@200wpm)___ 189(@250wpm)___ 158(@300wpm)
“Oh, right. No. Definitely not wise,” I sputtered, probably turning five shades of red.
My heart dropped for no good reason. It would’ve been weird if he’d swooped me into his arms, smothered me in kisses, and told me his life was now complete. I didn’t know Scott well enough to have “feelings” for him. I just had lust.
A lot of it.
And at this very moment, his body heat was setting off a carnal wave through my internal system, tripping every nerve ending and sending tingles of awareness along my spine. Don’t get me started on the state of my cock. If he so much as put his hand on my knee, I’d spontaneously combust.
However, I didn’t come to England looking for a regular booty call. I came to visit my mother…then volunteered to help a new friend grow his business…free of charge.
I supposed I could charge him in hand jobs. Or blowjobs.
Scott choked as his eyebrows shot to his hairline. “Excuse me?”
“Gesundheit.”
“I didn’t sneeze, Theo. That was an abbreviation for ‘Excuse me, did you really just suggest a sexual favors payment plan?’ ” he asked, clearly amused.
Oh, my God. Did I say that out loud?
I widened my eyes comically and covered my mouth. “Never!”
I scooted as far from him as possible, arranging my features into my very most innocent expression.
Scott didn’t look convinced. He scratched his beard and squinted. “And how would that work? One hour equals a blowjob? Two hours is a combo hand—”
I shoved his biceps and shushed him but had a hard time keeping a straight face when he dissolved into laughter. I couldn’t help it. I was hopelessly attracted to the tough guy with the fierce glower who baked cakes and snickered like a teenager.
But I could resist his unwitting charms. No problem at all.
“I would never suggest such a thing,” I hissed.
“You pretty much just did.”
“I did not.”
“Did too.”
My mouth hung open for a long moment before I finally huffed, “I wouldn’t do it again if you were the last man on Earth.”
Total lie. If there was a chance of a lightning strike in the area, I’d be doomed.
“No?” Scott flashed a lopsided smile and held his hands up in mock surrender. “Hey, that’s cool. I can’t say the same. If we were hypothetically the last two men on the planet, I’d be down.”
“Well, you’d have to find someone else…to be down with.”
“How? If there’s no one else, I’m shit outta luck,” he countered, a wide grin splitting his face in half.
I shrugged. “Oh, well.”
After a minute or so of strained silence—on my part anyway—Scott bumped my shoulder playfully. “Just kidding. If there were only two other guys available, I’d still choose you. Unless one of them was Henry Cavill.”
I braved a sideways glance, instantly charmed by his easy humor. “I wouldn’t blame you at all. He’s quite dashing.”
“Fuck dashing. The dude is hot.”
“Very, but I don’t think he’s queer. That would be awkward.”
“Maybe. But this conversation”—he gestured meaningfully between us—“not awkward at all.”
“Not at all,” I replied primly.
We looked at each other and burst into laughter.
And just like that…we were on solid ground again.
The hum of train noise played in the background like a familiar melody I automatically elevated to “favorite song” status. I couldn’t tell if we’d reached a truce or had navigated an unwitting rite of passage from acquaintances to friends—either way, this was nice.
When our laughter subsided, we went silent.
I tried to conjure practical thoughts, like checking the train schedule so I wouldn’t be stranded in Bath. I’d called my mother earlier to let her know my change in plans and promised to give her my return info. But…my brain immediately turned to mush after that. I couldn’t think about my mother while sitting next to Scott.
He was too…much. Too big, too distracting, too—
“Are you okay?” he asked softly.
“Yes. Why?”
“You’re not talking. That’s not like you.”
I shifted to fully face him, unsurprised to find him in my space. Or maybe I was in his. I breathed in the scent of his cologne, swallowing hard when I swayed into him like a drunken wallflower.
Before I could remind myself not to do anything stupid, Scott leaned in and pressed his lips to mine.
And it was heaven.
I slipped my hand around his nape and slanted my chin, licking his lips and sliding my tongue inside.
One of us moaned…yeah, it was probably me. Our tongues tangled as I raked my fingers through his hair and deepened the connection. My world had suddenly condensed into a tiny pinpoint in space where this was all that mattered. This kiss, this train…this man.
I stopped thinking and did whatever felt right. I set my hand on his massive thigh, inching toward his crotch while I sucked his tongue and nibbled his bottom lip. Our feverish kisses made me bolder. I pressed my thumb against his denim-clad cock and rubbed it…back and forth, back and forth.