Total pages in book: 141
Estimated words: 135604 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 678(@200wpm)___ 542(@250wpm)___ 452(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 135604 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 678(@200wpm)___ 542(@250wpm)___ 452(@300wpm)
He had big hands. Strong hands. Hands that could crush my heart if he touched it.
“Can you let go of me, please?” I requested.
Jamie gazed up at me. “You’re feelin’ it, aren’t you?”
“What?”
“This shit between us.” His rough fingers moved along my skin, sliding higher and wrapping firmer. “You’re feelin’ it. Right now. Fuck, babe, look at you.”
“I’m feeling like you need to let me go so I can do my job.”
“Not happenin’,” he growled. “Not when I get moments like this with you when I know it ain’t just me. I’m wearin’ you down.”
“You are not wearing me down. You aren’t even close to wearing me down.” I yanked my arm again and met nothing but resistance. “Do you mind?”
“I’m wearin’ you down, Legs,” he repeated.
“Nope.”
“It’s happening, babe.”
“No it isn’t.”
“Straight up, you say ‘no’ one more time and I’m gonna shut you up real fast in a way you’ll really fuckin’ like but won’t admit to liking. Think about that.”
I thought about it, for all of two seconds, because I was still tipped forward, meaning Jamie’s hand was still wrapped tight around my arm keeping me tipped forward and that quickly became the only thing I could think about.
“No, Loser, you are not wearing me down,” I grated. “Now let go of me or I’ll—”
My threat slid down the back of my throat as I gasped and pitched forward with a yank, Jamie’s one hand staying firm on my arm while his other slid past my cheek, pushing through my hair to grip and hold me at the base of my neck. I was startled, but I didn’t have time to react, pull away, scream, cry out. I couldn’t do anything before his mouth was colliding with mine and he was kissing me, firm and fast and determined, and since my lips were already parted from the gasp, Jamie took that as an invite and tilted my head, angled our mouths together, and pushed his tongue inside.
That was when the kiss became a kiss.
The kind that should be done behind closed doors.
The kind that made your toes curl and your pulse race.
The kind you told your girlfriends about and commemorated with a diary entry.
Jamie tasted good. Too good. And he kissed even better. I couldn’t deny it.
That was why when I wanted to fight or twist or bite down, I didn’t, and the only reaction I gave was a moan that rolled off my tongue and onto his, which was a huge, huge mistake because he heard it and felt it, his eyes flashing open a second after mine and his grip on my neck tensing.
He pulled back slightly to stare, then growled a “Fuck” I felt roll right up my spine while his gaze held wild with so many things.
Want. Shock. Curiosity. And that unmistakable look someone had when they were right.
Knowing I’d been had, I jerked back abruptly enough that he was caught off guard, freeing myself from his grasp, then I spun around and bolted across the restaurant.
Yep. I was running. I had no other choice.
I weaved between tables, passing the kitchen and the counter, where Kali was still standing, and giving her a “cover me” look she read loud and clear.
I knew she saw the kiss. I was sure everyone in Whitecaps saw the kiss.
And I was still feeling that kiss, panicking because I was still feeling it and because I let it happen in the first place.
That wasn’t my only problem, because honestly? I more than felt it. I liked it. I moaned.
Sweet Jesus Christ. What was I thinking?
Shoving the door open to the employee lounge, I stepped inside, stuffed my ticket book and pen away in my tiny black apron, and began pacing the length of the lockers along the wall while shaking my hands out at my sides.
Jamie coated my mouth. He tasted like watermelon gum and regretful decisions.
And I loved it.
“Shit.” I rubbed around my lips, where I knew my lipstick had been smudged.
My heart was pounding. My limbs were shaking.
No way was I going back out there. Kali could handle my tables on top of her own. Besides Jamie, they were all finishing up anyway. Whatever tip they were all planning on leaving me, she could keep.
I’d finish out my shift in here and then I’d duck out. Avoidance was the plan.
Then the door swung open and my plan went straight to shit.
I whirled around and nearly stumbled backward at the sight of Jamie, stalking toward me like a predator closing fast on his next meal.
Oh, God …
“You,” he growled. “No fuckin’ way, babe, are you pullin’ that shit with me.”
“You can’t be in here,” I warned him, not that it did any good.
He kept coming like he didn’t hear me, with heated eyes and powerful steps, forcing me to move back, again and again, until I was pressed flush against the lockers and Jamie was pressing flush against me, legs to legs, breasts to ribs and hard … holy shit, he was hard.