Total pages in book: 37
Estimated words: 34195 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 171(@200wpm)___ 137(@250wpm)___ 114(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 34195 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 171(@200wpm)___ 137(@250wpm)___ 114(@300wpm)
“Bear.” She drops her head. “You can’t be all sweet on me now. I’m already trying not to fall for you.”
“Why?” I don’t want her fighting us.
“You know we shouldn’t be doing this. If people found out—” She doesn't have to finish that sentence because I already know what she’s talking about. “They might already know with the caveman act you just pulled.” I hadn't seen anyone. It was stupid of me to do that, but still I don’t fucking care.
“I’ll do whatever I want to.” The elevator doors slide open, and I pull her into my place. There isn't much to it. I got the place because it’s close to work and I needed something quickly.
I’ve always had plans of building a house, but that will take time. Between football and Willow, there isn't much time. Any free headspace I manage to get right now circles back to her.
“You have the whole floor? What do you do with this place? It’s so big!” I let her wrist go so she can go snoop around. She strolls into the living room. I watch as her eyes take in every little detail.
“I wanted whatever gave me the most privacy while still being close to the school. It’s temporary for now.”
“It’s very mannish.” She runs her hand along the back of the sofa. “But it has some touches of a woman.” She picks up one of the throw pillows to prove her point. “Did you snag these pillows in your last breakup?” She’s trying to tease me, but really she’s asking me a question. She wants to know about my past but doesn’t want to ask me.
“I don’t think I’ve had a breakup.” I dated some over the years but nothing serious or anything that went somewhere. Willow’s nose scrunches. “My mom got those and a few other things around here.” She places the pillow back down.
“Your mom was nice.”
“One of the sweetest people you’ll ever meet.”
“That’s really sweet of you to talk about her like that. You’re close with your parents?”
“I am. Are you close with yours?”
She shakes her head no but doesn't explain. When she shifts on her feet, tucking a piece of hair back behind her ear, I know it’s not something she wants to talk about. I don’t need her to spell it out. If I was a betting man I’d guess she was raised by nannies.
I clear the space between us, wanting my hands on her. The damn dress she has on screams both innocent and sexy. Something that only she could ever pull off.
“Did I tell you that you look beautiful tonight?”
“No.” She puts her hands on my chest. Her tongue comes out, and she wets her bottom lip. “Trying to make the ex jealous.”
“You’re a brat.” She opens her mouth. I'm sure it’s to say something smart-mouthed, but I kiss her before she can get the words out. I don’t need any more encouragement from that smart mouth of hers. I’m already hanging on by a very thin thread here. Her fingers dig into my shirt as she starts to kiss me back. Her body melts into mine like it does every time I get my hands on her.
I have no plans to let her go. I know that the odds are against us. But I’ve never backed down from a challenge, and I have no intention of doing so now.
11
Willow
I moan into his mouth as he kisses me. I want to push him away. He has heartbreak written all over him. Not only for me but for him too. He stands to lose a lot if people find out about us. With him picking me up and throwing me over his shoulder, I don’t think it will be long until someone catches us. We’re being careless.
“Are you hungry?” he asks as he lifts me off my feet. I shake my head no. Food is the last thing on my mind right now. “Thank fuck.”
I start kissing him again as he carries me through the house. A moment later, my back hits a bed. With a frantic need, he is pulling at my clothes. I lie there and watch, not caring about the ripping sounds.
Watching him trying to get me undressed as quickly as possible has to be the hottest thing I’ve ever seen in my life. My body hums with need. The man has had me on edge all week with our make-out sessions. I need more.
It doesn't take him long to get me naked and stretched out in his bed. He hits a switch, making the room flood with light. My fingers itch to cover myself.
I’ve never been naked in front of a man before. But when I see the look in his eyes, I find myself letting my thighs drop open wider.
He looks like a wild animal that is ready to feast, and I’m the buffet that’s been laid out before him.