Total pages in book: 112
Estimated words: 107667 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 538(@200wpm)___ 431(@250wpm)___ 359(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 107667 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 538(@200wpm)___ 431(@250wpm)___ 359(@300wpm)
While every girl dreams of falling in love, I know how I am. I know what he makes me feel, and when it’s time for me to move on from here, I wouldn’t. I’d stay here with him because I couldn’t do long-distance with him. I just couldn’t.
But the alternative, the fact that I’ll be working with him and unable to touch him, feels as if I’m being ripped apart inside. Why is this so difficult? Why is this so confusing?
Why do I want him more than I want my next breath, but I’m also terrified of him?
I let my head fall back, and a frustrated groan leaves my lips.
What am I going to do?
I tuck my iPad into my bag. I reach into my pocket for my phone, but before I can take it out, I see him in my peripheral. He stalks toward me, his eyes only on me as he rubs his hand over his mouth, leaving me breathless. Tingles run through my body, my heart slams in my chest, and my knees are weak.
He stops and then points to me before gesturing to me. “Come here.”
Two words.
Just two.
And my knees are trembling.
I shake my head. “No way.”
“Tennie,” he demands, his eyes burning into mine and clouding my senses. “Come here.”
I don’t move, but I watch as he turns the handle on a door and pushes it open. The invitation is right there. I shake my head again, clutching my bag. “I am fine where I am,” I tell him, and his lips curve in a way that has my pussy crying.
“I won’t ask again.”
“Do you. But I’m not coming to you, because if I do, we’ll end up in there,” I tell him, holding his gaze.
His chuckle is sexy as he nods. “Fine” is all he says before he comes toward me, each step making my heart pound harder. I don’t think running will help me, especially since I think I’ll probably run to him rather than away. Like I should if I weren’t a complete idiot. He stalks over to me in all his glory, his smoky smell hitting me, and I just look up at him. “I want to talk to you.”
“We can talk here.”
“No, we can’t,” he says, and I notice his hands are in white-knuckled balls beside his thighs.
Jesus. Help. Please?
“You ghosted me.”
I press my lips together. “I know.”
“And you’re okay with that?”
I don’t know what to say, and I feel the tears burning in my eyes.
“Stop looking at me like that, Tennie. I can’t—” His words cut off, and his eyes set my soul on fire. “I can’t handle you looking at me like that.”
“Like what?” I ask, my words not my own. Or at least, I didn’t mean to say them. Shit, I don’t know. I can’t think around him.
“Like you want me but think you can’t have me.” He moves closer; I don’t know how that’s possible, but he does. “You can have me. Take me. God, Tennessee, take me.”
My breath catches as my heart skips, trips, and explodes in my chest. “I can’t.”
“Oh, but baby doll, you can,” he murmurs just as he wraps his arm around me, bringing me into his chest. It all happens so fast; I can’t stop him.
“Dart. Please.”
His lips come close to mine. “I told you that night, and I’ll tell you every night that follows, you don’t ever have to beg me,” he whispers. And then he strikes. His lips take mine, and I almost cry at the connection. The relief… Oh God, I’ve missed him. I don’t even know we’re moving until a door shuts and my back slams into it.
Oh. My. God. What am I doing?
I pull back. “Dart, I can’t.”
He cups my throat with his hand, his thumb pressing into my pulse, making me fucking crazy. “Tennie, you can. Fuck, I’ve missed you.” He moves his tongue over my bottom lip before biting me in that way I crave. His teeth sink into my bottom lip, and I cry out against his mouth before he sucks my lip between his. His tongue caresses the spot he tasted, leaving me panting. “There isn’t a moment when I’m not thinking of these lips, this throat. Fuck,” he mutters against my mouth, and I’m lost. Fucking lost. “I dream of your eyes, each one, different and stunning.”
He presses his hips into mine, and I feel every inch of him. He drags his lips against mine, making everything melt inside my body. My eyes drift shut as I gasp.
“This body, Tennie… God,” he groans, grabbing my ass as I clutch at his chest, and I whimper loudly. “This ass, Tennessee. Why—fuck, how could you not answer me back?”
I open my eyes to find him looking down at me. I see such pain in his eyes, and the guilt of hurting him is overwhelming. I want to make it better; I want to apologize. But then I remember why I can’t do this.