Total pages in book: 111
Estimated words: 107077 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 535(@200wpm)___ 428(@250wpm)___ 357(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 107077 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 535(@200wpm)___ 428(@250wpm)___ 357(@300wpm)
A frown tugs at the corners of my lips as I stare at the cell, noticing a missed call from Tony. This is the third time he’s reached out.
When the Communications building comes into view, I hasten my pace. It’s already after nine and I’m officially late. Just as I reach the wide stone steps, my phone rings. My attention shifts to the screen, hoping it isn’t Tony again. If he keeps this up, I’ll block his ass. As I slide my thumb over the screen to decline the call, I smack into a hard body and stumble back a few paces. My arms pinwheel as I lose my balance and the phone slips from my hand, dropping to the concrete with a thud.
Strong fingers wrap around my upper arms, yanking me close as we fall like a redwood. In that moment of shocked suspension, I’m tucked against a steely chest as muscular arms band around me. Instinct kicks in as I squeeze my eyes tightly closed and brace for impact. When we finally hit the ground, there’s a grunt as we roll to the side. I end up sprawled on top of a hard body, only to find myself staring down into bright blue depths. It feels like my brain has been rattled as I blink and attempt to find my bearings. As soon as I do, my eyes narrow.
Could this morning get any worse?
“You.”
White teeth flash in the sunlight that streams down on us. “Ahh, taco girl. My favorite repressed waitress.”
I huff out an annoyed breath. Of all the people at this university I could have collided with, it had to be him. I mean, of course it did.
“I am not repressed,” I grumble.
Even though he absorbed the brunt of the fall and must be in pain, he still smirks. “That’s what you claimed.”
My lips pull back into a snarl. I can almost feel the growl vibrating deep in my chest. Barely have I glanced at him, and tension is already filling every muscle in my body as anger bubbles up like a geyser. It’s tempting to snap at him like a rabid dog.
It’s aggravating.
No, he’s aggravating. If I never ran into Asher Stevens again for my entire life, it would be much too soon. For some reason, it’s like I can’t get away from the guy.
As we stare, I become aware that his arms are banded around me, and our faces are scant inches apart. Minty fresh breath drifts across my lips as my body rises and falls with each of his steady inhalations. My palms settle against his broad chest as I force myself upward. His hands lock around my waist, the fingers slipping beneath the hem of my sweater, singeing my bare skin as he holds me anchored in place. Sparks of awareness surge through me at the innocuous contact.
My legs fall to the sides, and I find myself straddling lean hips. An unexpected wave of arousal crashes over me, threatening to drag me under. Say what you want about the guy, but he’s all chiseled strength. When his cock jerks, I realize that it’s nestled against the vee between my thighs.
Eyes widening, I freeze. Oh, god…please tell me this isn’t happening.
What makes the situation even worse is the way my panties are flooding with heat. It’s like my brain has gone on hiatus and I have no idea how to jump start it into action.
The smirk marring his handsome face slowly grows into a wicked smile. “Like what you’re feeling?”
My mouth falls open.
Did that seriously come out of his mouth?
What am I asking?
Of course it did.
I might not know Asher Stevens well, but the guy has already proven himself to be a conceited jackass. And yet, I remain paralyzed, unable to move a muscle. My brain is firing off all sorts of urgent messages to the rest of my body, but they’re not being received. When I remain immobile, his fingers tighten around my waist, pulling me to him as he rolls his hips until I’m able to feel every bit of his hard length.
My reaction is instantaneous. Heat explodes deep within my core before echoing throughout my body until it reaches my fingertips and toes. The delicious friction has my eyelids dropping, becoming half-mast as my teeth sink into my lower lip. It takes effort to bite back the groan that rises in my throat before desperately trying to find a way free.
For years, I’ve heard the rumors that sweep through campus regarding the size of Asher’s…equipment. From what I’m able to feel, it would seem like all the gossip is true.
When he flexes his hips for a second time, I come alive and roll to the side so I can get away from him and the strange sensations he’s able to rouse within me so easily.