Total pages in book: 30
Estimated words: 27555 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 138(@200wpm)___ 110(@250wpm)___ 92(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 27555 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 138(@200wpm)___ 110(@250wpm)___ 92(@300wpm)
Levi though? Completely unfazed by my doofus-ness. “Yeah, I’d like to. If that’s cool with you.”
My smile came instantly. If that’s cool with you. It was such a cool guy thing to say, wasn’t it? More importantly, was it cool with me? It was. Hell yeah it was.
“You know what Levi? It is cool with me.” If he was asking what I thought he was, and let’s be honest, he was—then I was totally on board with that. It had been far too long since I had a one night stand, years in fact, and I was a bit rusty, but I was pretty sure he was sending out the signals I was receiving.
His lips curled up and those dimples popped under his beard, which sent my heart into overdrive. “Yeah, okay. Let’s go.” He pushed the front door open and waved me along before locking it behind us. “I’ll drive.”
“That’s probably a good idea.” I laughed nervously and let him help me into his dark Bronco. “This is a classic.”
“Yeah? You know about cars?”
I laughed and the engine roared to life. “Hardly, but my dad restored one of these when I was a kid and sometimes I helped. Well, by help I mean I grabbed tools and held flashlights.”
“Still counts as help,” he shot back. “So what do you think?”
“This baby has been restored properly, and it’s nice.” I nestled into the seat a little more. “Very nice. You do it yourself?”
“Nah, but yeah, it’s been restored.” His big hands caressed the steering wheel and I felt myself shiver. It was such a loving, affectionate gesture that it made me think he’d be a generous lover.
The road ahead was dark. There were no lights. I sat up tall and looked around, finding this part of Holiday Grove unfamiliar to me. “Where exactly do you live, Levi?”
He chuckled and slid a glance my way. “It’s a little too late to be asking that isn’t it?”
“It’s never too late. Besides I texted Kayla to tell her I was having a drink with you, so if something happens to me, you are suspect numero uno.”
God, his laugh was filled with life, like despite his rough start he still found joy in life easily. “You’re a little twisted, aren’t you?”
I shrugged. “Spent my late teens and twenties in New York, you have to worry about things like that. Or else.”
He was quiet for a long minute and then pointed up ahead. “My place. Marcus’ house is about six and a half miles from the bar and all the land in between belonged to him. It came with the bar.”
I held up my pinky finger and pitched my voice in a low, and terrible English accent. “You are old money, aren’t you darling.”
He laughed again and the sound hit me in all the right places. “I’m the newest money you’ll find,” he joked.
“This place is great,” I told him when the car came to a stop in front of a home that looked like a cabin. I was pleasantly surprised to find that on the inside it was a perfectly modern home, fit for a bachelor. “Very minimalist. Clean lines and bold colors.”
“It’s home.” His voice was suddenly deeper and grittier.
I spun and found him right there, inches from my face. “Hello, there.”
“Hey.”
I licked my lips, the desire to taste his was so strong. There was something just plain wicked about a man with plump lips. “So, those tattoos?”
Amusement flashed in his eyes before he took a step back and slowly, too damn slowly, unbuttoned his flannel. Underneath was a black tank top and he got rid of that too.
“Here they are.”
His body was magnificent, a true work of art. He had tattoos everywhere, not just his forearms but his biceps, his pecs and a quote. “Damn, Levi. You don’t do anything in half measures do you?”
“I try not to.”
I smiled and started with the quote on his right side. The words started at his ribcage and down to his waist before they wrapped around his back and up the other side. I traced the loopy words with my fingers. There was a black and white orchid on his right bicep and it was so lifelike I gasped.
“These are fantastic.”
“Rob.” That was all he said, my name, but that one syllable held a wealth of meaning.
I stood in front of him and let my fingertips brush his abs and down to that mind-numbing vee at his waistband. “You’re…really hot.”
A deep chuckle sounded. “Thanks.”
“No,” I laughed. “Thank you.”
Heat darkened his green eyes and then he growled and his mouth was on mine. The kiss was instantly combustible, fiery and hot and all-consuming. His hands felt bigger on my body, spanning across my back and then my stomach. He made me feel petite, which was a feat for a woman nearly six feet tall.