Total pages in book: 37
Estimated words: 35220 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 176(@200wpm)___ 141(@250wpm)___ 117(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 35220 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 176(@200wpm)___ 141(@250wpm)___ 117(@300wpm)
I’m too much in awe to play it cool. I smack him on the chest. “You’re too good at this.”
We’re both panting, and his hands are cupping my face while he searches my eyes. “I could say the same to you, honey.”
I shake my head. “Uh-uh. No way. Those lips are lethal, Colter.”
He releases me, and that’s the last thing I wanted him to do. He grips the console. “Raise up, honey.”
I’m practically lying on the console between us, and when I move back, he lifts it, opening the space between us. “Come over here.”
His voice is deep and thick with emotion. I look around the parking lot. Anyone can see us, but I don’t care because there’s no way I’m saying no to him.
I lean toward him to get closer, but he has something else in mind. He pulls me to his side of the truck and maneuvers me until I’m straddling him.
I gasp as I lean against him.
His hands go to my hips, and he pulls me snug against his body. Even with jeans on, I can feel the bulge between his thighs pressed against my core.
“This okay?” he asks.
“Yes.”
As soon as I say the word, his mouth is on me. He ravages my lips, and our tongues meet in a dueling battle that makes me want to completely submit to him.
He moans and leans his head back on the seat. His fingers are digging into my hips, and it’s then I realize that I’ve been grinding into him.
Embarrassed, I try to pull away, but he holds me to him. “Don’t,” he demands.
I press my forehead to his neck, trying to hide my embarrassment. “I’m sorry.”
His hands go from my waist to my back, and then he’s cupping my ass, pulling me closer against him. “Argh!” he mutters, and I feel his whole body tremble.
“We can just go inside,” I plead with him.
My whole body is on fire, and I should be ashamed at how much I want him.
He’s quiet now, and I bring my hands up to touch him, but he’s quicker than me and grabs both my hands in his. “I’m barely hanging on here, Poppy, and if you touch me, I’m going to embarrass myself.”
I groan. “I want you too. Can we just go inside?”
I lift my head to look at him, and it’s obvious he’s tempted. He wants to say yes, but something is holding him back. He looks almost tortured. “I won’t rush you.”
I’m about to argue with him, but he stops me. “I want you to think about this, Poppy. If the next time we go out, you still want me—”
I cut him off. “Of course I’m still going to want you.”
He wants to believe me, but I can see the doubt reflected on his face. He brings one hand up and cups my chin. “I’m not looking for a one-night stand, Poppy. I want more.”
When I don’t say anything, he rushes to add, “I don’t want to rush you, but I need you to know where I’m coming from before we go any further.”
I lean into him and tell him honestly, “You seem a little too good to be true, Colter. Most men say what they think you want to hear so they get what they want.”
He strokes my chin and then lets his hand trail down to the side of my neck. He holds me firmly, and I can feel in his touch that he’s really feeling this. “I have a lot of baggage, and no one would blame you if you decided I’m not the type of guy you wanted.”
I smile and shake my head. Does he not have any idea how wonderful he is? “You mean the type that is smart, caring, protective, handsome, and knows how to kiss?”
The corners of his lips lift. “Just think about it, Poppy. I want you to be sure.”
“When?” I ask.
He shakes his head, confused. “When what?”
“When are we going out again?”
His hands move to my back, and as he pulls me against him, his hands caress firmly up and down my back. “Are you free tomorrow?”
Maybe I should be playing hard to get, but I don’t want to. Even if I did have something planned for tomorrow night, I would make myself free for him. “I’m free.”
He lifts his hips, and it’s my turn to groan. How is this man wreaking so much havoc on my body when I’m fully clothed?
He chuckles because he knows exactly what he’s doing. “I’ll pick you up at six.”
He opens his truck door, and reluctantly, I climb off him. When my feet hit the pavement, he follows me out. I giggle, watching him adjust himself. There’s no hiding his erection, and he points at me. “You’re awfully proud of yourself, aren’t you?”
I lean up to kiss him. I make it quick and pull back before whispering, “I would be if I’d actually made you come.”