Total pages in book: 157
Estimated words: 155900 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 780(@200wpm)___ 624(@250wpm)___ 520(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 155900 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 780(@200wpm)___ 624(@250wpm)___ 520(@300wpm)
A stranger who’d managed to knock the air from my lungs when I’d caught a peek of him where he’d sat in a booth with his friend.
If I was thinking straight at all, I knew he should send fear clapping through my veins.
Because this man was terrifyingly gorgeous.
Strike that.
He was gorgeous and terrifying. An aura of duplicity radiated around him. Wickedness shrouded beneath an easy, affable grin.
“I’m going to make sure she’s fine.” The shallow, dark words rumbled in his chest. “Just be sure these fuckers get gone.”
“Safe to say they won’t be back around,” another voice uttered low.
“Thanks, brother.”
“Yeah.”
A nod and a gesture, and we were moving again. His heavy boots thudded against the hardwood floors. I felt him angle to the side and a door was opened before it clattered shut behind us.
Then I was being lowered onto a worn leather couch in what appeared to be an office.
He stepped back, and I struggled to get my bearings. To stop the rush of dizziness that spun through my head.
I dug around in myself to find the woman that I normally was.
One who most definitely didn’t let random men pick her up and carry her into secluded places.
He took another step back, and I lifted my gaze, my eyes roaming up the hard, intimidating planes of him as I went.
Tracking over motorcycle boots and dark jeans and a fitted button-down that hugged the visible strength packed underneath. The rippling muscles of his arms were covered in ink, the designs extending down onto the backs of his hands, so intricate I didn’t have time to make any of them out.
Not before he was rumbling, “Were you hurt?”
My attention was pulled the rest of the way up to his face.
Striking green eyes speared me to the spot, so intense I was afraid he could peer all the way through me.
His jaw was defined and his brow cut in a harshness that promised there was nothing innocent about him.
His face a carved sculpture of fierce, unnerving beauty.
Maybe that’s why I’d let him touch me. Because everything felt so ugly and bleak right then that I needed something beautiful to marvel at.
A shockwave of energy ruptured from him.
A rage I could see he was trying to keep contained all mixed up with this concern that had my stomach twisting with something I shouldn’t feel.
I swallowed around the force of it.
“No.”
He roughed a tattooed hand through his warm, brown hair, his voice a scrape of coarse gravel. “Saw you hit the ground pretty hard.”
My head barely shook, and my tongue stroked out to wet my dried lips. “My hip might be a little sore tomorrow, but that’s it.”
“You sure? Because you have this going on.”
Shock ripped through me when he reached out and dragged the knuckle of his index finger up the track of a tear that I didn’t know had fallen down my cheek.
Warmth followed in its wake.
A skimming of heat that rushed beneath the surface of my skin.
What the hell was happening to me?
How was I just sitting there?
Chin tipped toward him like I wanted him to do it all over again.
Maybe I really was losing it.
Going off the deep end.
“I…” I stalled.
Was I really going to admit this? Just let it come riding out of my mouth when that territory was always off limits? Apparently, since the words were trembling off my tongue. “I don’t really like being backed into a corner like that.”
The man’s expression morphed, running through a fresh round of fury.
Most people didn’t like to be touched when they didn’t want to be.
I got that.
But mine went deep.
Honestly, my fear of it used to be debilitating. It was something I’d been working on for years, but I still hadn’t managed to fully bring down the shield.
“Fucker is lucky he’s still standing.” There was no missing the undercurrent of ferocity.
As if he were trying to control it, he swiveled on his heel and strode over to the bar on the far side of the office.
His big body moved across the space.
Fluid and lithe.
Enthralling.
I watched as he grabbed a glass and filled it under the faucet, and he was almost wearing a smile when he turned and headed back for me.
The ground trembled below.
“Here.” He handed me the glass of water.
“Thank you,” I whispered as I brought it to my lips. “Though in a place like this, I’d think you might offer something stronger.”
A low chuckle rolled out of him.
Dark and mesmerizing, and God, I had no idea what it was about him. Why I felt compelled. Held by the energy that emanated from the danger carved on his flesh.
“Think that could be arranged.”
He moved back to the bar, and he glanced at me from over his shoulder. “What were you drinking?”
“Tequila.”
Something I was sure I was going to regret in the morning, but I was already dreading tomorrow with everything that I had, anyway. A hangover couldn’t make it any worse.