Total pages in book: 29
Estimated words: 26670 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 133(@200wpm)___ 107(@250wpm)___ 89(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 26670 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 133(@200wpm)___ 107(@250wpm)___ 89(@300wpm)
“Breathe, bombshell,” he whispers, winking at me.
I want to slap him. And then maybe kiss his lips that are just a bit wet from when he licked them. He seems like a total asshole, but what’s he really done? He wants me, that’s for sure. And he knows I want him. Why does he have to be so damn sure of himself?
“Sage?” My brother says my name and my eyes snap up to his. From the sound of his voice he must have said it at least once before.
“Hmm?” I raise an eyebrow feigning innocence.
“You alright?”
“Perfect,” I answer, smiling at him. He glances over at Jensen, who shrugs like he’s totally innocent. I glare at him as my brother turns back around.
“This is Sage’s favorite restaurant,” my brother says as we finally pull up outside of the steakhouse we’ve been coming to since we were kids. It’s not my favorite because of the food, which is good, but because of the memories the place holds.
“I’ll have to remember that,” Jensen says casually right before I feel his fingers on the edge of my dress.
At that moment, thankfully, the car stops and I nearly jump out to escape the confining backseat and the electric charge that’s sparking in there.
“What’s wrong with your face?” my brother asks when he gets out and stands beside me while we wait on Jensen.
“Me?” I ask, worried that my face is giving everything away.
“No, him.” My brother nods at Jensen. “It looks like you’re smiling. It’s not normal.” I think he’s teasing him, but I have no idea.
I try and shift away from Jensen to get some distance between us so my body has a chance to cool down. But much to my agony and excitement, he only moves closer next to me as we walk towards the door of the restaurant. He does it so seamlessly I might not have noticed if the last thirty minutes hadn’t happened. Now my skin is hyper-aware of every move he makes.
“Sage.” When we walk in, I turn at the sound of my name to see Nathan coming towards me. His grandfather owns the place. He gives my brother a chin nod that Brian doesn't return. He goes to pull me in for a hug like he always does, but I unintentionally take a step back. Jensen's oversized hand has me by the wrist and he gently pulls me to his side.
“Don’t touch.” Jensen’s voice is flat and might be considered bored by an outsider. But standing this close to him, I can feel the tension rolling off him in waves. Nathan must sense it too because he takes one step back, then another.
My brother laughs. “So it’s not just me you use that line on.” My brother shakes his head and smiles. I look at him in confusion, not knowing what he’s talking about or why he doesn't care that his friend is scaring people away from me. I ignore the tingling in my wrist where Jensen’s thumb is grazing against me and hold on to my irritation.
“He says that shit at work too when I try to touch his computer,” my brother explains. He doesn’t realize that in a roundabout way Jensen all but laid claim to me. How the hell is he not seeing this?
My brother smacks him on the back. “I like having backup.”
My mouth falls open and Nathan looks as dumbfounded as I am.
“That’s enough,” I say quietly between clenched teeth as I keep a smile on my face. People could be watching us and I don’t want to cause a scene.
Jensen only looks at me as I pull on my wrist, but he doesn't let me go. I decide to give up the fight for now because it would only draw more attention to us.
“I’m hungry,” I say as we walk over to the hostess stand to be seated. Brian has stepped off to the side with his phone pressed to his ear.
“Me too,” Jensen says in a low voice as he tugs me closer to him. My body molds into his as his big frame engulfs me. For a man as big as him, I think I need the extra weight I put on to handle him. My cheeks burn at my own dirty thoughts and Jensen doesn't help as he leads me to the table. “But I’ll wait and have my meal in bed.”
Chapter Four
Jensen
The way she sips her water irritates me. Why does she have to look so fucking innocent when her lips touch the glass? Is she trying to drive me insane? The fact that she had absolutely no reaction when I told her I wanted to eat her in bed has sent me into an internal rage where nothing is right because I can’t prove her wrong.
What’s it going to take to break that untouchable shield she has around her? I’m sitting inches from her and all I want to do is swipe my fingers between her pussy lips to see if she’s half as hot for me as I am for her. When has a woman ever driven me to the edge like this? I don’t even know her and yet possessing her seems so familiar. Maybe it’s because I’ve heard her brother talk about her for so long that it feels like she’s already mine.