Total pages in book: 73
Estimated words: 71497 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 357(@200wpm)___ 286(@250wpm)___ 238(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 71497 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 357(@200wpm)___ 286(@250wpm)___ 238(@300wpm)
I allowed her to leave, even though I didn’t want to, and watched her ass as she moved toward the trash.
I was in the process of adjusting myself when she whirled around and stared at me—or more importantly, my dick.
She bit her lip, and I swear to Christ, I saw stars.
“Don’t look at me like that when we don’t have time to do anything about it,” I grumbled darkly, finishing off the last of my sweet tea before I stood up, too, and got rid of my trash.
When I turned around, it was to find her directly in front of me instead of a few feet beside me.
I stilled, my hands automatically reaching out for her hips before I stopped myself.
This no touching thing without permission sucked. All my natural instincts were to pull her in and plaster her to my body. To hold on to her and never let go.
To rub my dick against her and let her feel what she did to me.
I clenched my fist and tried to step back, but she surprised the shit out of me by reaching forward and hooking her hand in my belt, her fingers not touching my skin only because I’d tucked my polo shirt in this morning.
I swallowed at the aggressive gesture, the move not putting me in the calm state that I should always be in when I was around Cannel.
“Cannel…” I whispered, my dick starting to feel more like an iron bar, and less like the appendage of a mature, wise adult who’d been able to control himself for the last eighteen years.
“I want you to slam me up against that wall,” she pressed her hand against my chest, her fingers playing softly with the fabric of my shirt. “I want you to do all the things I can read in your eyes.”
I swallowed hard before saying, “I want you to continue to date me. I want you to stay with me. If I do any of those things and scared you away…I wouldn’t be able to live with myself.”
I wouldn’t be able to even like myself because Cannel was meaning so much to me that I had a feeling that she was ‘the one.’
Not that I’d tell her that, yet.
I needed her to meet my family. Meet the girls.
I needed to make sure that the girls liked her before I made any huge leaps and declared that I couldn’t live without her.
When they finally met next week…then I’d be free to tell her the extent of my feelings.
Until then, she’d just have to know that I’d hate myself if I ever hurt her.
Her fingers tugged again on my belt, pulling me even closer as she went up onto her tiptoes and placed her lips against the only thing she could reach on my face without me bending down—the underside of my jaw.
“They won’t come in here,” she whispered between soft kisses. “They hate me so much that they literally wait until I’m out at the nurses’ station before starting their lunch shifts.”
On one hand, I wanted to comment about how she was ‘hated.’ But on the other, the oxygen to my brain was lacking, seeing as a lot of my blood flow was now shifted southward to my dick.
“You’re telling me, you want me to fuck you in this room, against this wall, with the possibility of anyone coming in at any second?” I teased, my hand involuntarily going to her hip and holding her there.
She started to rock her hips back and forth.
“If they fired me, it’d be a blessing in disguise,” she admitted.
My brows lifted. “Would it?”
She leaned forward and dragged her tongue down the length of my throat, right over the middle of my Adam’s apple.
And I about lost it.
“I feel like you’re trying to get me into trouble, too,” I teased.
“No,” she whispered. “I would never…”
My lips twitched as I hooked my other hand around her and pulled her in even tighter. “Are you sure?”
Was she sure that I could pin her to the wall and …
“I’m sure about two things in my life,” she murmured, stepping backward, letting go of me entirely, and slipping her Crocs off of her feet. “One, that’s how I’ll never be forced to do anything I don’t want to do again.”
I watched as she tugged her pants down entirely, underwear and all, and laid them on a chair in the corner of the room right next to where I was going to fuck her against the wall.
“And the second?” I asked, pulling my gun off and setting it on the chair on top of her pants.
“The second thing I’m sure of is you. You won’t hurt me. You won’t kick me to the curb like a piece of trash. And if someone ever did something to hurt me in any way, well God help them.” She held my eyes, and I couldn’t stop myself from reaching forward and hooking my arm around her backside, picking her up and pressing her against the wall with my chest.