Total pages in book: 139
Estimated words: 135958 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 680(@200wpm)___ 544(@250wpm)___ 453(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 135958 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 680(@200wpm)___ 544(@250wpm)___ 453(@300wpm)
I thought we were going to my bedroom, but he turned left when he should’ve gone right. Where were we going?
There were stairs, back stairs, and we were going up.
“Where are you taking me?”
I heard a soft chuckle, and he held up the wine. “Keep following. You’ll thank me.” He glanced back with a cute grin.
Cute. I wanted to smack my forehead.
Kai wasn’t cute.
He was hot. He was sizzling. He was alluring.
He wasn’t cute.
But holy hell, there was a dimple, and my knees buckled. I’d never seen that dimple before.
I scowled. “Guys shouldn’t be allowed to have dimples.”
He barked out a laugh. “Come on.” He transferred the wine and glasses to one hand, reaching behind and taking my hand with his free one.
I had a moment. One moment.
Time slowed down.
I looked down at our joined hands, at his smile, at the wine in his hands, at where he was leading me, and a thrill spread through my body. It tickled me from the inside out, and I had to contain myself because it was like we were normal.
Like we’d been to dinner and a movie and this was the end of our date.
Or hell, maybe we were on the second or third date. We were going somewhere to drink wine and neck—like normal couples.
We were a couple.
Wait. Were we?
What was going on here? Where were we going? And I didn’t mean that literally, because I could see he was taking me to a room over the garage. The roof was slanted, with a skylight above. A large couch that was really a huge bed sat underneath, and as if all the romance movies had conspired against me in this moment, I saw it had begun raining.
It was officially the sappiest moment of my life.
Sigh.
I let go of Kai’s hand and stood in the doorway.
He turned, backing toward the couch/bed, holding the wine out. “What’s wrong?”
That dimple. He knew damn well the effect of that thing. It was a weapon.
He smirked. “Don’t like skylights?”
I growled, “Dipshit.”
He tipped his head back to laugh. “Come on.” He put the wine and glasses on a stand next to the couch, opening a drawer to pick up a remote. He hit a button, and I watched a partition on the slanted roof slide away. A television screen moved out. It was large enough to fill the entire ceiling, so lying down, it was as if we had front-row seats to our own movie theater.
“Here we go.” Kai looked at me, turning the screen on. “What do you normally watch?”
“Not politics.” I said with a straight face.
Actually, that was all we watched. We had to, in case a new ruling made our job harder.
Kai chuckled and turned to the movie channels. “Fair warning.” He paused on a romantic flick. “I’ve not watched a movie for…forever.” He glanced at me. “I can’t remember the last time I saw a movie.”
I snorted, shaking my head. “Do the latest action one.”
“Yeah?”
Another firm nod. “Yes. No chick flicks for me.”
“Okay.” He selected a movie that had just hit the theaters two days ago. How he got it here, I wasn’t going to ask. I wasn’t even going to be surprised.
I spread out on the couch and got comfortable.
Kai shut the door, casting the room in complete darkness except for the movie and the random flash of lightning above us. He crawled onto the couch with me.
“Did you want some wine?”
Instead of answering, I rolled over, grabbed the wine bottle, and moved back. I held it up in salute. “Let’s be a little dangerous tonight.”
Another soft laugh, and then he took hold of me. He lifted me up, scooted back, and deposited me on his lap. I could feel him hardening beneath me, and he stretched me to completely rest on him, my head nestled against his shoulder.
He skimmed a hand down my front, his fingers grazing the side of my breasts. He took the wine from me. “No glasses?”
“Nuh-uh.”
I felt his chest vibrate with a laugh before he tipped the wine back to take a sip. He handed it back after he was done, and I grabbed it, almost desperately.
I needed it. I needed it to ward against what was going on here, because I was crumbling more quickly than I wanted to acknowledge.
I shouldn’t have been this ridiculously happy for something as cheesy as a movie, a private room away from the rest, and a thunderstorm overhead, but I was. I felt so much that my throat was clogged, and I slurped that wine down, trying to push my feelings out of the way.
“Hey.” Kai ran a hand up my back, sliding deliciously around the front before he took the bottle from me. “What’s that about?”
“Nothing.”
He didn’t ask again, but he didn’t need to. He was watching me. He knew. Taking a sip himself, he settled back, his hand running down the side of my body, sending sensations in its wake.