Total pages in book: 109
Estimated words: 102903 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 515(@200wpm)___ 412(@250wpm)___ 343(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 102903 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 515(@200wpm)___ 412(@250wpm)___ 343(@300wpm)
“You want anything to drink?” he asks, dropping his keys, phone, wallet, and cowboy hat on the marble island in the center of his kitchen. He opens the fridge with a quick hand, peeking his head inside, and I sit down on one of the stools directly across from where he stands with his back to me.
“I’ve got water and water and . . .” He stops for a second. “Water.” Pauses again. “Oh, and a bottle of orange juice that appears to be expired.” He glances at me over his shoulder with a sarcastic grin. “Any of that sound good?”
“Well . . . the water is very tempting,” I answer through a laugh. “I mean, expired orange juice and the resulting stomachache is certainly something to consider, but yeah, I guess I’m going to have to go with water.”
“One water coming right up,” he says with a wink and grabs two bottles before shutting the fridge. He leans a hip into the counter, the island a barrier between us, and uncaps his water to take a quick drink. “I might have a bottle of crappy whiskey that Shane left here ages ago, but I have a sneaking suspicion that wouldn’t be of interest to you.”
“You would be correct.” I take a drink from my bottle. “Just curious, are your food options as good as your beverage options?”
He smirks. “My food options are just fine, Hannah.”
“And by just fine,” I start, hopping up from my stool and walking around the island to stand right beside him. “Do you mean nonexistent?”
“I mean . . . they’re just fine.”
Without delay, I swing open the fridge door to take a look for myself. Dom tries to stop me, but I’m too quick and he’s too late, and within seconds, I’m looking into a fridge that contains a sad amount of food.
Half the shelves are bare. Hell, if you remove the bottles of water and carton of orange juice, all you’d have left is a half-empty bottle of ketchup, old soy sauce packets from a Chinese restaurant, and a jar of what should be pickles, but only green juice remains inside.
“Dominic Dunn, your fridge is one of the saddest things I’ve ever seen!” I exclaim through a giggle. “I honestly think a house full of Vandy frat guys would be appalled.”
He tugs me back toward his chest and shuts the fridge door with a chuckle. “I guess I’m more of a takeout guy, okay?” He wraps his arms around my waist. “Please don’t tell me my fridge was the second challenge of the night,” he whispers into my hair.
I turn swiftly, still keeping his arms around my waist, and stand up on tiptoe to press a kiss to his mouth. “It’s not.”
“Good,” he says, smiling against my lips and tugging me even closer to his body.
We’re so close that the belt buckle of his jeans is pushing into my belly, and my breasts are pressed against his chest.
And all I can think about is the one thing I haven’t stopped thinking about since he put his mouth on me in my bedroom.
“I want you,” I whisper and kiss him again.
He doesn’t respond, but he most certainly reacts. His hands beneath my ass, he lifts me up and urges my legs to wrap around his waist. He kisses me as he moves us out of the kitchen into another part of his fancy apartment.
And he doesn’t stop kissing me as he walks us into his bedroom and lays me down on his bed. The mattress is soft against my back, and I moan when he starts to fiddle with the sheer shirt that’s tucked into my jeans.
It’s gone after two more kisses, along with my heels and pants. And once he removes my bra and underwear, and I’m lying there on his bed, completely naked, he stands up to start removing his own clothes.
The lights of his bedroom are on, bright as they can be, and I don’t feel a single ounce of insecurity as his gaze rakes over my body. If anything, I feel . . . more. More desire. More want. More need.
He slides his boots off, his gaze still caressing my skin, and once his T-shirt is thrown to the floor, he starts the process of removing his jeans and briefs.
I can’t stop myself from looking at him, at all of him, and I silently wonder what good things I’ve done in my life to deserve this gorgeous, mouthwatering specimen of a man standing in front of me like this.
His cock is hard, jutting out from his body like it’s already trying to find its way to me, as Dom just stands there, taking time to look at my face and my breasts and my thighs.
“Hannah, I swear, you’re so damn beautiful it hurts.” He takes one of his big hands and strokes himself as he stares at me, and I swear on everything holy that it is the hottest visual I’ve ever seen. “So damn beautiful I think I could come right here without even touching you.”