Beauty and the Badge Read online Ella Fox (Charlotte’s Cove #1)

Categories Genre: Alpha Male, Angst, Chick Lit, Contemporary, Romance, Suspense Tags Authors: Series: Charlotte's Cove Series by Ella Fox
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Total pages in book: 72
Estimated words: 68456 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 342(@200wpm)___ 274(@250wpm)___ 228(@300wpm)
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“Sure you are.” I laugh, setting my bottle down and picking my sandwich up.

He just laughs as he takes another bite of macaroni salad. Sheesh, even the way his jaw moves when he chews is sexy, and I don’t think that’s something anyone has thought about someone else in the history of ever. I can’t get over just how handsome he is.

After we finish, he stands and gathers the trash, putting it into a plastic bag and then into the cooler. While he has that open, he pulls out two clear plastic cups and a sandwich bag with a travel-sized wine opener in it. I get a little lost watching his corded arms move as he opens the bottle of white wine and pours some into each of the two cups.

Picking up the cups, he gestures with his neck toward the sofa that looks out onto the water. It’s getting dark now, but there’s still just enough light to enjoy a few more minutes of the view. Standing, I walk over to the sofa and sit down. It’s only got two cushions, so we’ll be quite close together, not that I’m complaining. Handing me the cup of wine, he sits down and watches as I take a sip.

“Good?”

I swallow the smooth Riesling and smile at him. “Delicious.”

When he makes a noise that’s half growl, half groan, I look into his eyes and am immediately consumed by the heat I find.

This man is under my skin in a way no one else ever has been. I know we’ve been together for only a hot minute and all the rules of dating say I should wait, but I’m more than ready for whatever comes next.

CHAPTER SEVENTEEN

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TYLER

TO HER, THE way she licks her lip to collect the tiny droplet of wine left there probably seems completely innocent. To me, it’s like watching the start to the hottest fucking porno ever made. She may as well be waving a red flag in front of a bull. The way her pink tongue traces her plump, ripe bottom lip is far more enthralling than it has any right to be. I realize that the growl in my head made its way out when her eyes fly up to meet mine.

Ashley blinks several times like she’s making sure she’s not asleep. Putting my untouched cup of wine down, I take hers and set it next to mine. I then pull her close, watching the way her pupils dilate as I do. The soft sigh that passes through her lips is my undoing. With zero finesse, I capture her sweet lips with mine and kiss the hell out of her.

She tastes like wine—sweet and a little tart—and the way she kisses me back is everything. Her tongue meets mine over and over again, accelerating the beat of my heart. Goddamn, I never want to stop kissing this girl. As the minutes pass, our kisses transition from slow and sensual to faster and more desperate, just like last night. Everything about Ashley makes me go from zero to sixty in less than two seconds, so I’m not surprised that we’re teetering on the brink of being out of control.

When she slides her fingers into my hair, the skin across my entire body feels like it’s on fire. I’ve been attracted to women before, but never, ever like this. Not even close. Ashley is in a league all her own. She’s special. There are a thousand different reasons, and I know in my gut that no one will ever get to me the way she does. Her kisses are like a drug.

It doesn’t take long for us to wind up in the same position we were in last night—her in my lap, straddling me. I’m living for her little mewls and the way she tries to get closer. As desperate as I am for her, I love knowing she feels the same toward me. When she rocks herself against my cock, I almost lose it. Thirty-two years old and I’m worried I might come in my jeans like a randy teenager during their first make out session. Gathering the ends of her silken hair in my fist, I give a gentle tug. At the same time, I tear my lips away from hers.

Her pouty lips are swollen and she’s got a dreamy-as-fuck look in her eyes. She tries to lean in and kiss me again, so I tug at her hair and shake my head. Goddamn, this girl is hell on my willpower. It’s not that I’m trying to take things slow so much as I need to make sure she fully understands how serious I am before we jump to the next step.

“Tyler,” she whimpers. “I need….”

Fuck, I know what she needs. I’ve never needed anyone this much before in my life, but I’m not fucking her tonight. No matter how much I want to. I’ve made a mental promise to myself that I won’t do shit until Saturday night—which is four days from now. Including tonight that’s five nights, five dates and five chances for me to make it clear to her this isn’t just me looking to get off. I don’t just want to fuck this woman; I want to make her mine.


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