Total pages in book: 26
Estimated words: 24428 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 122(@200wpm)___ 98(@250wpm)___ 81(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 24428 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 122(@200wpm)___ 98(@250wpm)___ 81(@300wpm)
A bright smile stretched across her mouth, and she nodded. “I’d love to.”
“I’m not sure where…” It was hard to go anywhere in New York City without being recognized, but college kids were often the most obnoxious fans.
Rory’s hand squeezed mine, and she cocked her head toward her building. “Why don’t we go up to my place and order in?”
“Perfect.”
“I’m not in the mood to see any sorority chicks throwing their shirts and or underwear at you,” she teased with an incredibly adorable, lopsided smile.
I chuckled but mentally cringed because it had happened before.
Keeping things light, I remarked, “There’s an opening for a very dirty comment here, but I’m trying not to come on too strong.”
Rory burst into laughter as she ascended the four steps up to the front door. “You know, I could always tell when your brain went there while we were gaming.”
My eyebrows rose when she glanced back at me after punching a code into the keypad. “You could?”
She nodded and giggled. “You have a tell.”
“I do not,” I gasped dramatically as I followed her inside and started up the narrow staircase. “I wipe the floor with my poker buddies.”
“Maybe it’s just with me, then.” She smirked over her shoulder. “You got quiet, and then you would yell something at one of your players, usually in the realm of getting their head in the game.”
“Seriously?” I scratched my head, trying to recall a time when I’d done that.
“Yup. I always wanted to ask you what you were going to say, but I chickened out.”
We stopped on the third floor, and she unlocked the first door on the right.
After we walked inside, she turned around and grinned, though her cheeks flooded with crimson. “Now that you aren’t a stranger, I’m going to ask. What was that dirty thought floating around in your head downstairs?”
Every minute I spent with Rory, I was more and more convinced that she was perfect for me. She was sexy as fuck, funny, incredibly smart, and it seemed as though she was a fan of the filthier side of my brain. Thank fuck because that side wanted to do all kinds of sordid things to her.
“I’m not going to lie and say that I want you throwing your shirt and or underwear at me.”
Rory’s smile began to dim, so I grabbed her hips and yanked her into my body, lowering my head so we were almost nose to nose.
“I’d rather you were naked.”
A grin split her face, and she laughed, but it quickly faded when I pressed my lips to hers.
I didn’t take it any further because I was afraid I wouldn’t be able to stop. But before releasing her, I flicked my tongue out to trace her bottom lip, just to satisfy my curiosity about how she tasted. “Sweet and citrus,” I mumbled as I raised my head.
“Huh?”
I hadn’t realized I said that out loud, so I changed the subject. “I’m hungry. What are you in the mood for?”
“Um, well, it’s the village, so there is pretty much anything you want.”
What I really wanted, I couldn’t have. Yet.
She turned around and walked into what could best be described as a closet, with a loft twin bed that had a desk underneath, a loveseat, dresser with a TV and kick-ass game consoles on it, and a tiny kitchenette that had a mini fridge and maybe two feet of counter space. I assumed the two doors went to the bathroom and an actual closet.
The place couldn’t have been more than two-hundred square feet. It was insane. However, looking around, it was obvious that she’d tried to make the space her own. The pictures on the walls, colorful bedspread and couch pillows, fresh flowers, and all the little touches made it homey. So I swallowed my comment about how she could possibly live there and instead said, “You did a great job on this place.”
She beamed at me and shrugged. “I know it’s about as big as a giant’s thumbnail, but I don’t need much.”
Need? Maybe not. But she deserved a whole fuck of a lot more. I’d talk her into moving in with me soon, anyway.
We eventually settled on Thai food, and while we waited for it to be delivered, we sat on the couch and discussed stats on the game. It probably made me seem like a complete…well, geek…but hearing her talk about football with such an in-depth understanding was its own special brand of foreplay.
We paused when the food arrived, and I retrieved it from the delivery man while she found plates, silverware, and a couple of beers from the fridge.
After dishing our meals up and returning to the loveseat, I gestured to a stack of books on her desk. “Gearing up for classes?”
She nodded as she swallowed a bite of chicken. “Yeah. They start in two weeks, so I figured I’d get a head start on prep. Especially with the game being out of town this weekend.”