Total pages in book: 69
Estimated words: 65083 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 325(@200wpm)___ 260(@250wpm)___ 217(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 65083 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 325(@200wpm)___ 260(@250wpm)___ 217(@300wpm)
Honestly, there wouldn’t have been a way to prepare for everything I’m feeling.
A knock at the door startles me out of my thoughts. After looking through the peephole, I swing the door wide. “Gage. Hi.”
I step back to welcome him in, but he hangs in the doorway and holds out a key.
“I have an extra car you can drive,” he says, his arm extended, a black and silver key fob held between his thumb and finger.
“An extra car?” He’s offering it like it’s a spare t-shirt I can borrow.
“Yeah. You’re welcome to drive it for as long as you need to.”
I take a step backward. “I can’t do that.”
“Sure you can. It’s no trouble at all. My insurance will cover you as the driver. It even has a full tank of gas.”
I frown at him, not so much in confusion or frustration, but simply staggered by his generosity. “I —”
“Just take it. It’s not a problem.” He takes one of my hands and places the key there, wrapping my fingers around it. My skin heats instantly, not just on my hand, but up my arm, across my chest, and downward.
“C’mon in.” I manage to move back a step, even though an invisible force seems to be drawing me to him. “Thank you for this,” I say, holding up the key before setting it on the table by the door. “I really appreciate it.”
He nods in response as he scans my room. “Nice place,” he says.
“It’ll be fine for a little while. Would you like something to drink?”
“Water,” Gage says, and it’s a good thing, because that’s all I have. I need to add beverage shopping to my to-do list, when I can get my brain back online.
I pour a glass for him from one of the bottles in the mini fridge, and we settle onto the couch, which is really more of a loveseat.
“When will you start your job?” he asks. He’s leaning back against the cushions, his legs spread comfortably in front of him, faded denim wrapped around his thighs in a way that has me biting my lip and trying not to stare.
“Soon. Very soon.” I desperately need some kind of distraction, and I hope work will do the trick. “I saw Thorn tonight, down in the dining room. I’m excited about planning weddings at this property. It’s lovely here.”
“It is.” Gage’s focus is fully on me, making me wonder whether he’s talking about the hotel.
And all at once, I wonder what the hell I’m doing, delaying the inevitable, keeping myself from an experience that will surely be spectacular and wonderful. I’m in Vegas, after all, a town built on fantasy, so I should get busy following mine.
I’m not going to be here forever, maybe a few months, or a year at most, while I regain my equilibrium and prepare to move on to the next phase of my life, so it doesn’t make sense to waste another minute.
It’s clear from the groupies I saw at the tattoo shop today that the men don’t suffer from a lack of attention. And why would they—they’re gorgeous. So I know this won’t be anything serious with me, just old friends with amazing benefits while I’m back in town, spending time in this alternate reality.
All of this goes through my mind in an instant, as I reach out and touch one of his solid thighs, my hand not even coming close to spanning the width of it.
Gage’s hand comes to my cheek, and then his lips are on mine for a kiss I realize I’ve been waiting fifteen years for.
GAGE
Her lips are softer than I imagined. Her taste is sweeter.
And the way she responds to me is like something out of my fantasies, only far better.
I knew she’d return, and I knew we’d be together, but now that she’s in my arms, I realize all of my wishful thinking couldn’t begin to compare to how good the reality of it is.
My fingers sink into her welcoming curves as I pull her onto my lap and deepen the kiss. Her mouth opens to me, and my tongue finds hers, both of us moaning at the discovery.
Her knees come on either side of my hips, pressing against me, molding herself to my body as her hands slide around my neck and up into my hair.
And her breasts. Fuck, her breasts press into my chest, so perfectly full, so soft, so utterly feminine, and my cock kicks against my zipper, ready to claim her.
I wanted to take this slow, and I will. I’m determined to make this special for her and give her everything she needs, but right now, I need to touch her everywhere. I need to know every inch of her, and make every bit of her mine.
Her hands and mouth tell me she feels the same.