Total pages in book: 171
Estimated words: 167204 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 836(@200wpm)___ 669(@250wpm)___ 557(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 167204 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 836(@200wpm)___ 669(@250wpm)___ 557(@300wpm)
I don’t wait for him to kiss me this time. Leaning in, I softly kiss his hard mouth. I kiss the corners, then I kiss him full on the lips. I start to trail my lips along his strong jawline, but he doesn’t let me do that for long. A hand leaves the counter behind me and he grabs a fistful of my hair. He uses it to tug me back, then he slants his mouth over mine and takes control.
My kiss was soft, but his is greedy and intense. Hungry like it was last night.
It makes my heart race.
Memories resurface of being in bed with him, and I’m reminded I’ll be there again tonight.
When he pulls back, he leans his forehead against mine and closes his eyes. My heart pounds, but I keep my arms securely around him.
Finally, he rumbles, “If you want me to feed you, you’d better not kiss me like that again.”
My heart leaps and a helpless grin claims my lips. “Sorry,” I say lightly.
Chapter Fifteen
Brynn
It was already late when we started eating dinner, so it’s really late when we finish.
I know the responsible thing to do is to go to bed. Morning will be here in the blink of an eye and then I’ll be buried under work, but going to bed with Killian is also a mildly intimidating prospect. Last night it happened so quickly and without warning, but tonight I’ve had a lot more time to anticipate it.
There are also things I still need to deal with.
Since I haven’t been near the frat house since last night, we decide to take a late-night ride past it to see if my car is still where I parked it. I have no way of moving it without my keys, but I’ll feel better knowing it’s still there and I can retrieve it if I get them back.
Unfortunately, it isn’t.
Maybe it’s because I’ve had so much to think about and I was busy working all day which provided a great distraction, but until this moment, it never occurred to me that I may not be able to get my car back.
“I guess I should have known. If they were planning to kill me when they found me last night, of course they were planning to dump it. And I left my keys.” I cover my face with my hands.
“We don’t know they dumped it,” he says.
I drop my hands and shoot him a look. “Well, we know it’s not where I left it.”
“I was hoping they hadn’t found it. Now that I know they have, I’m not sure I’d even let you get in it. They could have sabotaged the brakes or fucked with it somehow to make it unsafe. Try to get the car to do the dirty work since they didn’t finish the job themselves.”
I shake my head. “I should have called the police. I knew I should have called the police.”
Killian shakes his head. “We’re not getting the police involved.”
“None of this was your call,” I say, frustrated. “I listened to you and now I don’t have a car. I have to at least report it stolen. Maybe I can file an insurance claim or something. I can’t be without a car. I have to drive to work every week, and I need it to drive off campus.”
“You can report it stolen, but if you do, you’ll have to answer questions. They’ll want to know if anyone else had access to your keys, and you don’t even have your keys, so you’ll have to say you lost your purse at a party. Then they’ll ask questions about the party, and how good are you at lying?”
I grimace.
He nods. “That’s what I thought. Give me another day and I’ll find out where your car is.”
“And if it’s at the bottom of the river?”
“Well, then we’ll have to go car shopping, won’t we?”
“I can’t afford to go car shopping.”
“I didn’t say you’d be paying.”
My eyes widen. “You can’t buy me a car.”
“I can do whatever the fuck I want,” he says before cutting the wheel and turning on the road past the Rho Kappa frat house.
On the way back to his apartment, he pulls into a gas station that’s still open. Not to get gas, but to grab a couple of things inside. I go with him since I don’t want to wait in the car alone, plus I figure I should grab myself a few things to drink for the week since I’ll be staying with him.
Inside the gas station, I grab myself an iced coffee for school tomorrow and scan the shelves for something to munch on during study sessions while Killian wanders off to grab something in a different aisle.
I grab a bag of popcorn, but there’s a sale sign that says 2 for $5 or $2.99 each, so I decide to get Fritos, too, and maximize my savings. As I’m reaching for the bag of chips, I hear a familiar voice behind me.