Total pages in book: 40
Estimated words: 38908 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 195(@200wpm)___ 156(@250wpm)___ 130(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 38908 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 195(@200wpm)___ 156(@250wpm)___ 130(@300wpm)
He wasn’t going to let this pass. He expected her to argue with him, but he couldn’t help but snoop about the girl that had been in his thoughts for so damn long. It was driving him crazy with how badly he wanted her.
Last night, he’d realized exactly how much he wanted her as she deleted her fucking profile. He didn’t want anyone else ever making her feel like shit. If he ever saw this date of hers, he better run in the opposite fucking direction because he was pissed. Royally pissed.
He wanted to hurt everyone who’d ever done her wrong, and that meant himself. He couldn’t believe what a giant dick he’d been, but that was what he was.
Grabbing Aria’s shoulders, he pressed her up against the nearest wall.
“What the hell?”
“You don’t have to hide from me.”
“I’m not going to do this with you. Last night, drinking, and letting you into my apartment, was a mistake. All of this was a mistake. I’m not going to be this person you can walk all over and not expect—”
He wanted her to shut up. He wasn’t going to judge her, nor did he care what she searched. He found it incredibly hot and sexy that she was a virgin, and watching porn. Especially, the dirty, hard, fucking kind.
First though, he needed to get her to shut up, and so, grabbing her hands, he locked their fingers together, holding her between his body and the wall.
Taking possession of her mouth, he kissed her, succeeding in shutting her up so he could think. Only, he couldn’t think. Pressing his body against hers, he felt how amazing she was right next to him, and he couldn’t get enough. All he wanted to do was take her to bed. All of that porn he’d seen this morning, knowing what she needed, what she craved, he was more than ready to give her.
Sliding his tongue against her lips, he heard her groan, and he deepened the kiss, wanting to taste her, needing to. He’d been denying himself for so long, lying to his friends, to everyone, even to himself about his need for this woman. She was in his blood, and he couldn’t stop it even if he wanted to.
All those years ago, he’d been a bastard, but nothing could have ever prepared him for this.
She fired his body, and his cock was so hard and ready for her.
Pull away. She’s not ready.
Pressing one more kiss to those plump, fuckable lips, he stared into her eyes. They were slightly glazed, and he knew he’d taken her by surprise.
“You don’t want to date. You want to call it that, but we both know it’s fucking you want. A nice, fat cock sliding inside you, and giving you what you’ve seen all those women beg for. Dress it up any way you want, it’s not the truth though. It’s far from the fucking truth. When you’re ready for what you want, give me a call.”
With that, he let her go, grabbed his jacket and keys, and left her place. He needed to put some distance between them.
Aria could go on pretending she was some sweet, innocent virgin, but he knew the truth. Her virginity may still be intact, but that didn’t mean she wanted to remain pure. The stuff he’d seen was dirty and it was cold, hard fucking, but she didn’t need to go on a dating site to get it. He was right here, ready and waiting for her, if she wanted him.
Climbing into his car, he drove the short distance to his place. He wasn’t going to let her put herself at risk, not on his watch.
****
“So how was date night?”
Aria looked up from the batch of brownies she was making to see Molly leaning against the doorframe into the kitchen. She’d been able to avoid a lot of questions up to now.
“He didn’t make it.”
“Your date didn’t turn up?”
She nodded.
“That bastard. Did he even text you or something?”
“Nothing.” She shrugged.
“Why didn’t you call us? We would have hung out with you. You wouldn’t have had to be alone.”
This was the part she wanted to avoid. Lying wasn’t something she enjoyed to do and especially with Molly and June. They had become really close friends with her, and she hated the thought of even telling the smallest of white lies.
“You didn’t have to worry. Max was there.”
“Max?”
“Yes.”
“As in Max Carter?”
“Yes, as in Max Carter. We hung out.”
“Is that all you did?”
Aria didn’t know if her face was on fire or not. “Yes. He was the perfect gentleman.” Her memory hadn’t abandoned her at all. She remembered every single minute detail, even down to the fact she had spewed up in his car.
She winced thinking about it.
His car had to stink. She must talk to him about that. Offer to clean it or something.