Total pages in book: 133
Estimated words: 125866 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 629(@200wpm)___ 503(@250wpm)___ 420(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 125866 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 629(@200wpm)___ 503(@250wpm)___ 420(@300wpm)
“Too much?”
“Not at all,” he said quickly. “I’m just surprised by the gusto without any practice.”
I dropped my hand, glaring up at him with a teasing smile. “You say that like we haven’t kissed before.”
“We haven’t in years, and never like that.”
Those words hung between us for only a split second before the elevator doors opened.
Kyle tugged me out, still holding my hand.
“Well, I’m proud of you,” I said, hoping to lighten the tension threatening to suffocate me.
“Proud?” Kyle asked as he thumbed a card out of the small envelope he had in his hand. He still didn’t drop mine as he did.
“Yeah,” I said, lowering my voice to a playful whisper. “When we were younger, you couldn’t kiss me without popping a boner. And look at you now.”
I nudged his ribs with the tease, which made Kyle’s jaw hit the floor before he barked out a laugh.
“You’re going to pay for that comment,” he promised.
And even though we both laughed, goosebumps swept over me, my clearly disturbed mind running through all the ways I wouldn’t mind him making me pay…
But his laugh died as soon as he opened the door to our room, and when I followed his gaze, my smile slid off my face like a runny egg.
It was a beautiful room, spacious and modern with soft jazz playing from a speaker on one of the nightstands. We had a view of the city, the mountains stretching behind it in the distance.
But there was a real big problem.
Because it only had one bed.
Kyle
I hung up the phone with a sigh, scrubbing my hand over my face before I balanced my elbows on my knees and stared at the ground between my shoes.
I was afraid to even look at Madelyn.
“I swear,” I started, wringing my hands together. I finally lifted my eyes to hers. “I booked a two-bedroom suite.”
Madelyn was still frozen in the same place she’d been when I made the call down to the front desk. She was standing next to her suitcase by the window that looked out over the city, her knuckles white where she held the handle of it like she was ready to bolt.
I ran a hand through my hair, picking up the phone again. “I’ll call for a cot. They don’t have any suites available, but—”
“Kyle, you’re like eight-feet tall,” she said, and I breathed a little sigh of relief when she let go of the grip she had on her suitcase. “You’re not sleeping on a cot.”
I was still holding the phone, ready to dial the front desk as she looked around the room with her little mouth twisting to the side.
“This couch is huge,” she said, gesturing to the sofa in the little seating area our room had. “I can sleep there easily. We just need some sheets and a blanket.”
“Not happening, Mads.”
I didn’t mean for the words to growl out of me the way they did, didn’t mean to sound like a bossy fucking prick. But there was absolutely no way I was letting that woman sleep on a couch.
When she looked at me, her expression told me she knew better than to argue.
We were both silent for a moment, and then she let out a sigh, running her hands through her hair and relinquishing the grip she had on her suitcase completely. She walked over to where I sat by the phone, forcing a smile that didn’t quite reach her eyes.
“Look, we’re adults. That bed is ginormous,” she added with a sweep of her hand.
“Is that a word?”
“Sebastian says it is, so yes.”
I smiled.
“We can handle sleeping in the same bed for a few nights,” she said, and she might have actually believed those words.
At least, until the moment they left her mouth.
Because when they did, she swallowed, her neck flushing the prettiest pink as she looked at the bed and then dragged her gaze back to me.
“Yeah,” I said, and then cleared my throat, because the word came out like a fucking squeak. “Yeah,” I repeated, voice normal again. “It’ll be fine. We can put a line of pillows between us.”
Madelyn arched a brow. “A pillow fort. We’re pretty well versed in building those.”
“Oh, God. Leave the building to me, okay? We all know what happened the last time you played architect.”
She reached behind her for a decorative pillow and launched it at me, sticking her tongue out when I caught it effortlessly.
“It’s not my fault! You farted and brought the whole thing down!”
I rolled my lips together, but it was no use — the fact that this gorgeous, grown ass woman just said the word farted and then blushed about it made me lose it.
A laugh barreled out of me, and then Madelyn was grabbing another pillow to throw at me. Before she could, though, I stood and swooped her up over my shoulder like a defenseman trying to get to the quarterback. I hauled her toward the bed and dropped her down into it, her hair splaying across the white comforter when I did.