Total pages in book: 87
Estimated words: 80045 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 400(@200wpm)___ 320(@250wpm)___ 267(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 80045 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 400(@200wpm)___ 320(@250wpm)___ 267(@300wpm)
“Hopelessly in love? I thought we were just trying to make Brian believe I'd moved on.”
“If you've moved on, there's no way the guy you choose isn't hopelessly in love with you. You're fucking amazing.” Oh shit, there goes my no-filter again. Oh well, she deserves to know that.
Her full lips part as she shakes her head. “Always with the sweet lines.”
“That wasn't a line, but again, if we're to make this believable to him, don't you think it would be wise of us to feel each other out to make sure our cover isn't blown on day one?”
It's not a wholly selfish question, even though there is a big part of me that just wants to kiss her again, feel her body against mine again, but there's an even bigger part of me that’s strategizing.
After the little tidbit she told me about her ex, and pairing it with the way he acted at the bar that night, I'm starting to think this little ruse of ours might be a little more complex than I originally thought. I'm half tempted to just track the guy down and tell him to back the fuck off, but that might ignite something he’ll take out on her later. Which is the last thing I want.
Blakely is so quiet for a few seconds that I’m almost certain she's about to turn me down, which, okay, fair. I’ll just have to be really careful on this date to make it as believable as possible. No one deserves to have an ex crossing lines like he’s clearly doing, making her fearful to just walk in a fucking parking lot to her car. It didn't matter that he'd never laid a hand on her, he'd done enough to put that fear in her, which put him on my shit-list.
“Okay,” she finally says, and the word blasts through me like liquid fire.
“Just okay?” I ask, smirking down at her.
“What did you want me to say?” she asks, matching my smirk. “Oh, thank you Lawson Wolfe for making my dreams come true. I've been dying to kiss you again. I need your mouth on mine like I need my next breath.” She delivers the lines with a mocking damsel voice that somehow makes me laugh and makes me half hard at the same time.
“That's much better, damsel,” I say, using my free hand to glide over her cheek, slipping my fingers into the strands of her long blonde hair. I tip her head back slightly, dipping my mouth to hover just a breath above hers.
I study the fullness of her lips for a moment, my eyes trailing over the delicate lines of her face before I reach her eyes again. There's nothing but want churning in them, nothing but need, and who am I to keep it from her?
I close the distance between us, pressing my lips against hers gently at first, explorative, taking my time to savor the way she feels against me in a way I didn't do last time.
This time I'm fully aware of how finite my time with Blakely will be, so I’m cherishing every last second.
Her hands fly to my shirt, fisting it as her body automatically arches against mine.
I groan slightly at the contact, fire lacing in my blood and pumping through me with a need for more.
She parts her lips for me, and I slide in, my tongue grazing against hers, upping in intensity with each second.
Fuck, she tastes better than I remembered. I move my free arm around her lower back, hauling her against me as I kiss her with teasing flicks of my tongue, giving her a peek of what it would be like if she ever let me between her thighs.
She sighs between our lips, her grip on me intensifying, so I do the move again and I'm rewarded with a little whimper coming from the back of her throat.
Damn I want to hear her make those sounds when I'm sunk deep inside her, thrusting into her over and over again until I make her limp with pleasure.
I back her against her car, needing more of us touching, and she never breaks our kiss, giving back everything that I’m delivering.
I drop my hand from her hair, both of my hands now on her hips, instinct begging me to hoist her up and have her wrap her legs around me—
A car door slams next to us, and we break apart, reality crashing back down around us.
I take a casual step away from her, but anybody who gave us a second look would see her swollen lips and tousled hair—which makes her all the more edible looking—and know what we were doing.
“Hey, Clay,” Blakely says, her voice cracking as she calls out to my captain, who is glaring at me like he might pummel me any second.