Total pages in book: 46
Estimated words: 45966 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 230(@200wpm)___ 184(@250wpm)___ 153(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 45966 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 230(@200wpm)___ 184(@250wpm)___ 153(@300wpm)
I wasn’t going anywhere but back into her life where I belonged.
For the rest of the morning and by midafternoon, I was finishing up with why I was there in the first place. Grabbing a cold beer from her fridge, I made myself at home since she had no problem breaking into my house the day before. I was simply returning the favor.
I heard the front door open, but that wasn’t what surprised me. What shocked the shit out of me was that she walked in holding pepper spray in her hands.
“What the hell, Elle?”
She jumped, turning in the direction of my voice, her Mace now pointing at me. “Oh my God! I could have maced you, you idiot! What the hell are you doing here?”
“Put the Mace down,” I ordered.
“Not until you tell me what you’re doing in my house uninvited.”
I was over to her in three strides, grabbing the Mace out of her hands before she even saw it coming.
“What are you doing with this?” I asked, placing it on her coffee table and turning to face her.
“Why does one carry Mace, Nicholas?” she sarcastically stated, pissed off that I was able to take it away from her without any effort. “I thought you were a robber. My door was unlocked.”
“And what is a hundred and fifteen pounds of you going to do?”
“Mace him!” she exclaimed with her hands out in front of her. “Hence, the Mace!”
I gripped the back of her neck and pulled her toward my mouth as her pupils dilated and her breathing hitched, not giving her a chance to think about it.
Not.
One.
Second.
My lips were on hers before she had a chance to blink. My hands clutched the sides of her face as my tongue devoured her perfect pouty lips, biting her bottom lip.
Her soft tongue.
Her peppermint scent.
The taste of vanilla in her mouth.
It had me groaning involuntarily.
She moaned into my mouth, making my cock twitch.
When I knew I had her where I wanted her, I pulled away, but not before demanding, “Let’s role-play, and you play nice and stop acting so naughty unless you want the Grinch to steal your Christmas.”
With that, I let her go and made my way back into her living room to grab my tools.
NOELLE
Damn him.
My body felt like it was on fire. There wasn’t an inch of me that didn’t ache for him, that didn’t want him. I craved his touch now as much as I did last night, and my cocky ex-best friend knew it too. I licked my lips, needing the moisture to soothe the burn he left behind.
His eyes followed the simple gesture of my tongue.
His desire overwhelmed me, but him being in my home with his tools intrigued me too much not to ask, “What are you doing here?”
He replied, “I came over to tackle your honey-do list. My brother doesn’t need to be your bitch now that I’m back.”
“You’re back?” I snapped. “What does that mean?”
He ignored my question, walking toward my front door instead. Only then did it register what he did all day for free without me having to ask him. I didn’t actually have a list. He must have literally examined my house to search for what needed fixing.
After he left without saying another word to me, I ended up making my way through my own home to see what he’d been up to. I couldn’t believe he tackled a list that was probably a mile long in just a couple of hours. Including the shed that had to be built.
It was done.
Everything was fixed or built, and he even laid a couple of carved stone rocks that were too heavy for me to lift into my garden for me.
Thankfully, I could leave the puppy with Felix for a few hours while I rushed home to prepare for the annual Christmas parade that began the holiday festivities. I didn’t have time to contemplate anything else as I stepped out of the shower, wrapping the towel around my body as I walked toward the kitchen.
There in all his clean glory was Nicholas again, leaning against the wall with one leg over the other. Once again, he was devouring me with his eyes.
Bastard.
He looked sexy as sin, and that was exactly what he was…
My own personal hell.
“You need to go,” I ordered, my resolve breaking as I took in every sexy inch of him.
He grinned, a mischievous gaze quickly replacing the heated one as if he could read my thoughts. I swallowed the saliva that had suddenly pooled in my mouth. My skin felt flush all over, and he wasn’t even touching me. He pushed off the wall, and for a second, I thought he was coming toward me. Instead, he made his way into my kitchen, opened the fridge, and grabbed a cold beer.