Total pages in book: 89
Estimated words: 85097 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 425(@200wpm)___ 340(@250wpm)___ 284(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 85097 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 425(@200wpm)___ 340(@250wpm)___ 284(@300wpm)
I wrinkle my nose and laugh. “Good point. Plus, it’s not really a rodeo without some good ole fashion cowboy hats and boots.”
He spins me again, except I trip and nearly tumble into the wall. He catches me on time, and we both laugh.
“Good thing no one can see what an awful dancer you are.” He flashes his pearly whites at me.
“Maybe if my dance partner knew what he was doing,” I tease right back as he repositions us and soon my back is pressed against the wall. Our eyes lock, and all I can hear is the panting of our deep breaths. The energy between us changes, and I wait for him to back away once he realizes it.
Except he doesn’t.
Just when I think he’s about to step away and leave me brokenhearted, he takes me completely off guard and leans forward, pressing his lips to mine. His hands cup my cheeks, his tongue glides over mine, and soon I’m lost in him. His movements are fierce and passionate, desperate and greedy. I want it all.
My hands are tangled in his hair as he continues, my body on fire, but preparing for ice because it feels too good to be true.
Drew is kissing me.
Drew Fisher.
Part of me wants to overanalyze what the hell is happening while the other part—the mostly still drunk part—tells me to shut up and go with it. His lips and hands on me feel amazing, and I never want him to stop.
He releases a throaty moan and slides his tongue in deeper. Fuck, he’s a goddamn good kisser. His arms wrap around my waist tighter, and as I rise on my tiptoes to feel more of him pressed against me, he pushes our bodies harder against the wall.
Groaning, his lips move from my mouth down to my jawline and neck where he sucks on my collarbone. I release a satisfied moan of my own, which encourages him even more. His body against mine, I can feel how hard he is and my body responds almost immediately.
I had no idea it could feel this good with him, but it does. It feels like forever was meant to happen with him and after fighting the urge, he finally came to his senses, and I don’t ever want to break away.
As if reading my thoughts, he grabs underneath my ass and picks me up. My legs wrap around him as he spins around and places me on top of the kitchen counter. Thoughts run through me, and before I can comprehend any of it, his lips are back on me and they’re everywhere. I hadn’t even taken my bridesmaid dress off yet, but that doesn’t seem to be an issue for him. His tie is already loosened, and the top of his collar is unbuttoned. He fights with my zipper until it releases and slides down my back. I tighten my legs around him, wanting to feel him against me again.
“Court...” He says on a moan, and I nearly die at the way he says my name, although he’s called me that thousands of times, it’s the first he’s ever said it like that. “I should stop...” he whispers, and I’m ready to beg him not to when he continues, “...but I can’t.”
DREW
I don’t know what’s come over me, but I can’t stop. All those times denying those thoughts that would sometimes flood my mind have all finally come to a halt.
Courtney.
Smart. Beautiful. Funny. Tastes incredible.
I know I’m not thinking clearly, but I don’t want to. I unzip her dress and pull it down her body, letting it sit at her waist. Just as eagerly, she undoes the buttons of my shirt. My tie flies off, and before she can finish unbuttoning, I say screw it and pull it over my head.
“Careful, it’s a rental,” she teases as I press my mouth back down on hers.
I smile against her lips. “The damage fee would be worth it.”
“I’m sure it wouldn’t be the first time.” She chuckles, wrapping her legs back around my waist. I brush my fingers through her blonde hair and pull it until her head falls back, pushing my tongue deeper inside, loving the way she’s just as eager as I am.
I brush my lips across her jawline and look down at her. “I’m sure it won’t be; however, I’m more worried about this contraption piece.” It holds up her breasts nicely and goes all the way down to her hips. Whatever the fuck it is, it needs to come off. “Do I need a special code to break through this thing or what?” I attempt at removing it, but it’s so tight, I have no idea how she can even breathe with it on.
She licks her bottom lip and grins. “It’s a strapless corset bra.”
I furrow my brows because she lost me at corset. “Are you attached to it?” She gives me a look. “Not physically. But if it gets torn,” I try to explain, but she pushes our lips back together before I can finish.