Total pages in book: 68
Estimated words: 64662 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 323(@200wpm)___ 259(@250wpm)___ 216(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 64662 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 323(@200wpm)___ 259(@250wpm)___ 216(@300wpm)
But the only sign Cassidy is affected is the way her eyes darken, and her breath hitches slightly, but she covers it quickly, taking another sip of whiskey. “Then I’m glad my baby is in good hands.”
“Extremely good hands.”
She let out a husky laugh. “You’re always on, aren’t you?”
I frown, unsure if that’s a good thing. “On? I’m just me, Cassidy. Playful, maybe a little flirtatious and very, very good with my hands.”
She leans in close enough that I can see all those shades of brown and gold in her hazel eyes. “How good?”
A low growl escapes at the curiosity burning in her eyes. “I could show you. In fact, I’d be happy to.”
Another laugh erupts, and her eyes sparkle with joy. “You could show me, but then I’d have to learn the hard way that you’re all hat and no cattle. Tell me so I know you know what you’re talking about.” Her tongue slips between her lips, sliding back and forth until they’re not just pink but also shiny. Wet.
“So, you want me to tell you what I’d do to you if given permission?” My brows arch skeptically.
Cassidy nods. “Exactly, on both counts.”
“Well,” I begin and step forward until her back is against the far wall of the clubhouse. “Any good seduction starts with a kiss. Technically, it starts with flirting, but we’re already knee-deep in a good flirt sesh right now, so the kiss.” I lean in close enough that I can smell the whiskey on her breath. I watch as her pupils dilate and the little pulse at the base of her throat flutters wildly. “You can’t just jump right into a good kiss. Oh no, that would be bad.”
“Terrible,” she agrees in a breathy voice.
“You start with pulling her close,” I say and hook an arm around her waist, pulling her flush against my chest. “Then take one hand and grip her head, tilting it back and sifting my fingers through her silky soft hair.” My actions follow my words, and Cassidy’s mouth falls open. “And only when all the signs tell me that she’s begging for my touch, for a taste of my lips, do I move in closer.” I lean in until barely a breath can slide between my bottom lip and hers.
“Diesel.” My name leaves her lips in a breathless whisper, and everything about this moment, her actions, hell, even the look in her eyes tells me she wants this.
I close the rest of the small space between us, but when my lips should be touching hers, there’s nothing but air and her hands on my chest to stop me. I open my eyes with a frown. “What was that?”
She shrugs.
What the fuck? I can read a woman, and this woman wanted that kiss as much as I did and still do. “You know you want a kiss.”
“I don’t deny that,” she says casually. “Doesn’t mean we should.”
I realize she’s nervous, and a smile creeps across my face. “See, Cassidy, that’s where you’re wrong. That’s exactly what it means.”
She laughs, shaking her head. “To what end? I’ll be gone in about twenty-four hours.”
“And you’ll have the best kiss of your life to remember me by.” And if I get my way, she’ll have a long night of hot fucking and multiple orgasms to take back on the road with her. Then, another thought occurs to me. “Do you have a man back home in Nevada?”
“If I did, I would’ve kneed you in the balls.” Her lips twitch with amusement, and I know she’s joking. “There’s no man back home or anywhere else.”
“Then what’s the problem with me kissing you?”
“The problem is if it’s a really good kiss, I’ll end up disappointed.”
“Because you’re worried you’ll never get another kiss as good for the rest of your life?” Yeah, I can be a cocky bastard at times.
“That’s one possibility.”
I step back, leaning my shoulder against the wall as I finish my last sip of whiskey. “And another?”
Cassidy raises her glass, taking her time with the last of the amber liquid as if she might find courage at the bottom. “The more likely scenario is that it’s a really good kiss, maybe even a great kiss, but then I find out you’re not worth wishing for another kiss.”
“There’s only one way to rectify that,” I tell her, grabbing her hand and dragging her back to the bar. “Two more whiskeys, please.”
Cassidy turns to me, her eyes wide and curious, almost hopeful that I have a solution that will give us that first step, that kiss. “Yeah, and what’s that?”
“We kiss, and then when it rocks your world, you get to know me and let me prove that I’m worth wishing for a hell of a lot more than a kiss.”
She lets out one of those shuddery breaths that Letty calls a swoon, but a beat later, she’s shaking her head like she’s trying to talk herself out of wanting what she absolutely wants. “That’s a hell of a promise.”