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)
“You’re fucking right you did,” I growl as my heart skips in my chest, but neither of us moves, leaving entirely too much space between us.
I reach out, but she shakes her head. “You can’t touch me here.”
“The fuck I can’t,” I say, taking a step toward her, and her eyes drift shut.
“There are too many people here,” she says to me. “Troy’s uncle thinks Troy and I are together, and I don’t want to piss him off.”
I tuck my hands into my pockets as anger surrounds me. “Not touching you isn’t anywhere in my DNA.”
“Jesus. Think if we throw water on them, they’ll cool off?” I hear Jaylin ask, and my lips quirk.
“I want you to touch me,” Tennessee whispers, her eyes traveling to my lips. “There isn’t a moment when I don’t want you to touch me.”
Angie chuckles as heat swirls in my stomach. “I don’t think even throwing them in an ice bath would cool them off.”
I drag my trembling hand down over my mouth as I try my best not to snatch her up in my arms and take her right here. Our breaths are labored, and by the grace of God, she takes my hand, pulling me with her, and I follow willingly.
Excitedly.
We round a corner to a spot where no one is, just some boxes and discarded bar stuff. She turns without warning and sets me with a heated look. Our gazes lock as she takes a deep breath. “I’m sorry for hurting you, for ghosting you, and for showing up in this damn state thinking I could go another second without you.”
My nerve endings fire off, and my skin tingles under her gaze.
“With you, I’m just so overly exposed. How did I get so close to you in only one night?”
“Fate,” I tell her, reaching out and snaking my arm around her waist. She comes willingly, her arms wrapping around my neck as her breath catches. “It was all fate. It’s supposed to be this way.”
“You live in my head. You are in every thought I have, in every fiber of my being, and I don’t know how to be this vulnerable to someone.”
I step in closer, pressing my forehead to hers. “You don’t have to know how. You already are, baby doll,” I answer, my lips so close to hers. I ache everywhere. “Just as I am for you.”
“I’m yours, D’Artagnan. Totally yours.”
“That has never been up for discussion, Tennessee,” I say, my body burning where hers presses into mine. “You’ve been mine and me yours since we shared three rounds of tequila at ten a.m.”
“We had to celebrate,” she says, running her fingers along my lips.
“You’re right. Us meeting,” I tell her, and her breath catches as she tugs my lip down with her thumb.
“Why aren’t you kissing me yet?” she whimpers. “Dart, I need you.”
My jaw goes taut under her touch. “I need you to know something,” I say roughly against her lips. “Because you have me fucking salivating, Tennessee.”
“What?” she asks, her brows coming in, her eyes widening from the hooded, sexy look she wore only moments ago.
“How dare you look this fucking delicious and make me wait so long to taste you?”
Her breath hitches as she gazes up at me, awareness filling every bit of her being, and that naughty look is back, making me hard everywhere. She runs her tongue along her bottom lip before she whispers against my mouth, “Because I wanted to make you crazy for me.”
“Baby doll,” I purr, threading my fingers into her hair. “You did just that, and that’s totally fine.” I slide my hand down her back and grab ahold of her sweet ass, forcing her to press her hips into mine as a sexy whimper leaves those lips of hers. “I’ll wait till we get home to punish this sweet ass of mine. I hope you’re ready.”
She inhales quickly, dragging her thumb along my bottom lip once more. “Not even in the slightest.”
I gently bite the tip of her finger between my teeth, and she wheezes in response, sending heat straight to my cock. “Well, get ready.”
Unable to wait any longer, I take that mouth with mine and groan at the connection. Her hands clutch my shoulders as she opens her lips, and I invade her mouth with a need only she brings out in me. Like she is the air that I need to survive. In that moment, I know the truth that has been staring me in the face since the moment I met her.
I am head over heels in love with Tennessee.
Chapter Twenty-One
Tennessee
Lordy…
His mouth, his hands, his body, Dart’s everything completely consumes me as our mouths brawl with each other. We are a tangled mess of tongues and teeth, and I clutch at him, unable to fathom breathing when his mouth is on mine. Gone is all sense of time, of where I am, and even who I am. Because under his mouth, his hands, I am his, utterly his. I grasp the lapels of his jacket, bringing him closer, needing him. And when our hips crash together, his moan vibrates against my mouth, mingling with my own. He drags his teeth down my bottom lip, my jaw, my neck, nipping and sucking my burning skin as I move my hand up over his shoulders.