Total pages in book: 69
Estimated words: 63626 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 318(@200wpm)___ 255(@250wpm)___ 212(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 63626 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 318(@200wpm)___ 255(@250wpm)___ 212(@300wpm)
“I told you to stay away from Kit. Did you really think my brothers and I wouldn’t find out? Do you make a point of poking bears even when warned not to?”
I focused on his rugged hands that were grasping the steering wheel and tried to fight back the sexual pictures attempting to invade my mind. “She came to me.”
“I’m not going to allow this.”
“I wasn’t asking permission.”
“Are you always this way?” he asked.
“What way?”
“Stubborn, pigheaded, and ridiculously headstrong?” Rye’s jaw tightened, and his expression darkened even more.
“Funny. My granny would call me determined, confident, and strong. I have to be in order to survive in a world full of Neanderthals like you.” I knew I should be angry but despite my words, I only felt aroused. I couldn’t stop imagining his hands on my body. “Where are the rest of the cavemen?”
He turned to face me, staring directly into my eyes. I took a steadying breath and decided to face him head on, refusing to break his glare. He slid across to the middle of the bench seat, invading my personal space until he was inches from my face. He sat so close I could feel the heat from his body, the intensity from his stare making my stomach flutter. We were having our own staring contest, and I wasn’t about to let him win. Not this time.
I wasn’t above changing the rules of the game either. What I really wanted to do was kiss him. I wanted to make the first move and throw all caution to the wind. I wanted to feel his lips, his hands, and his body pressed to mine.
I didn’t understand how it could be possible I felt this way since all he and his brothers had done was insult me since they first met me, and I wasn’t even sure if I preferred Rye over the others, but damn if I didn’t want to savor the taste of this incredibly strong sexual attraction.
Before I could muster the courage to lean forward, Rye took his turn, robbing me of that first move of the game. He grabbed me by the back of my head and pulled my lips to his. Tunneling his hands into my hair, he drove the kiss even deeper. The kiss was passionate, intense, and filled with so much promise of what else this chemistry could create I forgot to breathe.
When he slid his hand to my shoulder then softly down my side until it rested on my hip, I started to tense up, only to have Rye pull my body closer to his. Forgetting this was supposed to be a game played by my rules, I didn’t push him away. Instead, I splayed my fingers against his muscled chest, desperately wanting to remove the cotton shirt blocking my access to his skin.
Without breaking the kiss, he picked me up, placing me over his lap so I was straddling his hips. His hardness pressed against my stomach, driving my need to a whole other level. Rye reached for the buttons of my blouse and began to unbutton each one, causing a warning bell to go off in the back of my head.
Fast.
Too fast.
Too fucking fast!
This was crazy; I barely knew this man. I didn’t make out in cars, didn’t jump into intimacy, and yet neither did I moan as I heard myself doing now. Impulsive, reckless, and absolutely insane, was the only way to describe what was happening.
Rye kissed my neck and whispered in my ear, “Tell me what you want, Goldie. Tell me exactly what you want.”
I struggled to find my voice. I sure hadn’t expected this when I’d climbed into the truck. I’d expected some yelling, perhaps some name calling, but not this. I really had no idea if I wanted him to stop or continue.
Not able to articulate what I wanted verbally, I reached between us to the button of his jeans, tugging to release the contents. Sliding my hand between the denim and the flat plane of his abdomen, slipping my fingers into his briefs, I could feel the hair of his groin beneath my fingertips. Before I could explore what lay nestled in those curls, he grabbed my wrist.
“Let me be clear. This,” he said, palming my breast with his free hand and running his thumb across my nipple, “is not going to change a damn thing. So, let me tell you what I want. Exactly what I want,” he growled.
I looked into his eyes, taken aback by the ferocity I saw there. He evidently wanted exactly what I did. His hold was like iron… unbreakable, keeping my hand trapped, my knuckles brushing against a rod of steel I could swear was throbbing against my skin. Giving him what I hoped was a sexy smile, I was about to suggest we take this inside, to my bedroom to be exact, when he spoke.