Total pages in book: 107
Estimated words: 103431 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 517(@200wpm)___ 414(@250wpm)___ 345(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 103431 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 517(@200wpm)___ 414(@250wpm)___ 345(@300wpm)
“Promises, promises,” I call over my shoulder.
“Damn straight.” He reaches down and readjusts himself in his slacks. “Promises I intend to deliver on.”
THIRTY-ONE
ELLIS
Not a single part of this night has gone the way I envisioned, but as we walk back to my truck, hand-in-hand with full bellies and fuller hearts, I can’t find it in me to be mad.
Hell, how can I be? Scarlet loves me. She fucking loves me. If anything, I’m on cloud nine, and there’s nothing that can bring me down.
“That was really good,” Scarlet murmurs, licking her lips.
I spin her and yank her into my chest, crushing my mouth to hers, savoring the way the rum sauce from our dessert tastes directly from her lips. “Even better like this.”
“Ellis,” she half laughs, half moans my name, causing my dick to turn to steel. “Tonight was perfect.”
“Night’s not over.” I flex my hips ever so slightly, pressing my erection into her. “Not by a longshot.”
She shivers in my arms, but something tells me it’s not from the cold. If anything, she’s burning with desire. I’d know, because I am, too.
“What the hell?” I mutter as my truck comes into view, the front driver’s side sitting a little lower than the rest. “Guess I have a flat.”
Scarlet freezes. “You don’t think...”
I tug her closer to me with one hand while fishing my phone out with the other, unlocking the screen and turning on my flashlight. A cursory glance doesn’t show anything alarming, but if I’m being completely honest, I’m more worried about getting Scarlet home and into bed than my truck.
“It doesn’t look like anyone slashed it.” I repocket my phone and open the truck door and leaning into the backseat to retrieve a hoodie, which I pass to her. “Put this on.”
“Why?” She rubs her hands over her exposed arms.
Impatient, I tug my hoodie over her head. “So you’re warm while I change the tire, Princess.”
“Oh.” She tugs the excess material up around her chin, inhaling deeply.
“Yeah,” I say, grabbing the tool I need to access my spare. “Oh.”
I make quick work of changing the tire, but by the time the spare’s on and we’re ready to roll, I’m a sweaty mess. “Gonna have to hit the shower before taking you to bed.”
She smirks. “Well, I could always join you... conserve water and what not.”
“Yes, please.” I open her door for her and lift her into the truck before rushing around to the driver’s side. “Any chance to get you naked and wet is a win for me.”
I start the truck and pull out of the parking lot, pushing the pedal to the floor. I’m determined to make the drive in record time.
“What’s the hurry, speed racer?” Scarlet asks, gripping the oh shit handle as I take the ramp onto the highway.
“Just ready to get home.” I flick on my blinker and merge, my grip on the steering white knuckle, so to keep from reaching for her. “To have you wet, naked, and panting beneath me as you tell me you love me over and over and over again.
Fucking hell, the mere thought has me ready to pull the truck to the side of the road, but my girl deserves more than a sweaty fuck on the side of the road. She deserves it all, and I damn sure intend to be the one to give it to her. For the rest of our lives, if she’ll let me.
“Okay, Sunshine.” She giggles, and I swear I feel it all the way down in my soul. “Just be sure to get us there safely. Can’t do any of that if we end up in a ditch.”
“Your safety is always my priority.” I send her a sidelong glance. “Lucky for you, I’m EVOC trained.”
Her earlier giggle morphs into a full-blown laugh. “You know I have no idea what that means, right?”
“It means I know how to get us home quickly—and safely.”
“Well, then, by all means,” she says, walking her fingers across my thigh, so her pinky brushes against my dick.
It twitches, and I punch the gas pedal a little harder. “Princess,” I warn.
“What?” She simpers, stretching her grip to palm me completely. “I just wanna play.”
“Thought you were worried about safety?” I press my hips upward, grinding myself against her hand.
“Thought you were trained for this.” She shifts in her seat, rubbing her thighs together.
“Maybe not this exactly,” I say as the gate at the end of my driveway comes into view.
“Good thing we’re home.” She unbuckles once the gate closes behind us.
“I love hearing you call my house home. You know that right?”
“And I love you.” Her voice is soft, a feather-light whisper, but damn if it doesn’t light me up like the Fourth of July.
I groan as I lead her through the front door, quickly disarming and rearming the system. “Let’s get you inside so I can strip you out of that sexy as hell dress and show you just how much I love you, too.”