Total pages in book: 126
Estimated words: 116231 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 581(@200wpm)___ 465(@250wpm)___ 387(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 116231 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 581(@200wpm)___ 465(@250wpm)___ 387(@300wpm)
He stands on the other side of the SUV. “You do not give what you get.”
I huff, getting into the truck and then looking at him when he gets in beside me. “I gave you a smile.” My voice gets louder. “A fucking smile, I was being polite, and you went all ‘I don’t want you to suck my dick.’” I mimic his voice, but it sounds like Donald Duck.
“I said I was sorry.” I roll my eyes as he starts up the SUV and pulls out of the parking lot.
“Yeah, you only said you were sorry because of Kirby,” I point out to him. “Do you even know where you are going?” I ask him as he turns right on a street and I look around to see we’re in a commercial area with office buildings, “If you are going to leave me in the middle of nowhere,” I huff out at him as he parks the SUV on the deserted street that I’m sure is hustling and bustling Monday through Friday during the day. But being a Friday night, it’s empty.
“I’m not going to leave you in the middle of nowhere,” he says. “I’d like to leave you in the middle of nowhere, but I’m not going to.” He puts the SUV in park. “Put in your address.” He motions to the console.
“Such a gentleman,” I mumble, taking off my seat belt and scooting closer on the seat.
“Don’t press anything you shouldn’t,” he warns. “It took me forever to make it right.”
I look over at him and wish he wasn’t as hot as he is. I also wish that my body wasn’t so alert with him near me, she obviously didn’t get the memo that he’s an asshole. “Then why are you asking me to do it?” I turn and press the first button that looks like a map, which then comes up but there is no signal. “It’s broken.” I look over at him and he unbuckles his seat belt and moves forward, his hand pushing mine to the side. “You’re such a jerk,” I mumble, going to slap his hand away from the screen.
“See, I give what I get too.” He looks over at me and I don’t know who reaches for who first, or how it happens. He moves and my back is against the seat, his face in front of mine. “A pain in the ass,” he mumbles, or maybe he says something else, but the last thing I see is his head advancing into my space, and I reach out to grip his sweater as his mouth crashes down on mine. His tongue slides into my mouth and it’s like an explosion of need courses through us both. My hand goes from his shirt to the stubble over his cheek then up to the long hair on the top of his head. The kiss goes from zero to a hundred and fifty, his hands moving to my hips as he picks me up and pulls me over the console and into his lap. My legs are stretched over the console as my back is to the door. His mouth leaves mine for a second, only to bite down on my bottom lip. “Fucking drive me—”
“Shut up,” I say, biting his bottom lip. “Just stop talking.” My hands run up his shirt with the need to touch all of him, to have him in this moment. I’m not even thinking about what tomorrow will bring, because right now, in this moment, I want him to kiss me. No, scratch that, I need to kiss him.
“Fine.” His mouth slams on mine again, his hands running up my bare legs, and I wiggle my ass in his lap, feeling his cock hard under me, knowing it’ll drive him crazy. I swallow down his groan as he moves his head to the other side. His fingertips moving past my knee and up my skirt, my legs automatically opening for him. “Fuck,” he hisses out, but I tug on the top of his hair, pulling his mouth back to mine. I can safely say this is one kiss I don’t think I’ll ever forget in my life.
“The less you talk, the better.” My tongue goes into his mouth as it goes around and around at the same time his fingers rub up my covered pussy. My hips push up to his fingers to get him to touch me again. He runs his fingertips up and down the silk panties, and I tremble in his arms with need. I’ve never fucking trembled before in my life. “Fuck,” I finally hiss out when he presses his two fingers down right where my clit is. His hand moves to the waistband of my panties, and he pushes them down and I want to—no, need to—open my legs more, but it’s restrictive. He tries to push them down further, but his hand under my tight skirt won’t let it happen. I move my hand to my shirt and move my hips side to side, pulling the skirt up around my waist.