Total pages in book: 97
Estimated words: 93307 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 467(@200wpm)___ 373(@250wpm)___ 311(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 93307 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 467(@200wpm)___ 373(@250wpm)___ 311(@300wpm)
Maybe you should just kiss him and see what happens…
Or maybe I should just go to bed before I do something crazy.
Yeah. That’s probably exactly what I should do.
“I guess I’m going to head to bed, then,” I say quietly, but my words just urge a pit of disappointment to fill my stomach.
Mack nods, smiles, and then jumps from his spot at the sink, holding up a finger. “Oh, wait! Just one thing I almost forgot.” He runs into the pantry mysteriously, and I can’t help but watch his firm ass as he goes.
There’s that ass you’ve been secretly gawking at all damn week.
He digs around in there, I can tell by the sound, and when he pops back out, he’s holding up a book—a very specific book. Accidental Attachment by Brooke Baker. The one I was telling him just this morning that I wanted to find a bookstore for. As he emerges, he hoists it up to show it to me, and my heart trips over itself like a clumsy kid over their shoelace.
“I ran out before, while you were cleaning up from the beach. I’m pretty sure it’s the one you were talking about, but you should double-check it just to be sure. I’ll go back if it’s not right.”
I blink and stare down at the book in his hands. “You got me the book I was talking about this morning?”
“Of course. I saw a bookstore right by the market where I picked up the groceries, and I know you finished the trilogy today. I couldn’t not get it for you.”
Overcome by the entirely unexpected gesture, I cross the room with the help of one of my crutches, press up onto the toes of my left foot, and before I can stop myself or second-guess it, I put my lips to his cheek. His skin smells of salt and sea and cleanliness at the same time. It’s confusing, sure—but it’s also unbelievably arousing.
Pulling away, I give my head a quick shake to clear it. “Thank you.”
“You’re welcome.” He smiles simply, and his eyes stare down at me, searching my gaze with his own.
The space feels charged, and I’m frozen in place, unable to remove myself from his presence. Mack’s eyes are a bright, grassy green, and I can’t look away from them while it feels like my whole body throbs.
Just like that night in the bathtub, I’m powerless against it. But this time, I do it with a completely clear head.
Because if I’m honest with myself…I don’t want to run away from it.
His hypnotic eyes explore mine, and my eyes flit down to his lips. They’re full and pink and look downright kissable. Like, if I pressed my mouth to his, I’d experience some kind of kiss euphoria that only fantasies are made of.
Mack is the metal and I’m the magnet, and the only thing I can do is step closer. Move closer. To him.
I’ve already spent too much time trying to avoid him. And I just…can’t anymore.
For once in my life, I need to give in to what I’m feeling without overthinking or second-guessing, and his plush pink lips look like the perfect place to start.
So do it. Kiss him.
Before I know it, I’m using his shoulder to brace myself as I stand up on the tippy-toes of my left foot again, but this time, instead of his cheek, I push the flesh of my lips against his mouth. I barely notice the resounding crash my crutch makes when it hits the hardwood floor behind me.
His sharp intake of air and his strong hands gripping my waist and pulling me closer to him are all I can feel. It’s the only motivation I need to lose every last vestige of control.
Sexual tension snaps and lightning of attraction strikes, and I swear to all that’s holy, the whole world explodes.
I can no longer deny my truth.
I want Mack Houston. And I want him bad.
Mack
I lift Katy off the ground, and she wraps her legs around my hips. Her hands run the length of my jaw, and if it weren’t for the pounding, thrumming, war-drum-style heart in my chest, I might think I’m dead.
Jesus Christ, she’s really kissing me. She’s kissing me and I’m kissing her, and her ass is in my hands right this very moment.
She tastes like spaghetti and garlic bread in the most amazingly not off-putting way, and I have the sudden and irrational need to absorb her body with my own.
It’s like all of my fantasies have come true, and I don’t know how to fucking cope with it.
Is this really happening? I need something to tell me this is really happening.
She moans when I sweep my tongue across hers, and a jolt of arousal makes my dick come to life in my pants. She’s tiny, and with this rush of adrenaline, I feel like I could throw her right through the ceiling.