Total pages in book: 68
Estimated words: 64337 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 322(@200wpm)___ 257(@250wpm)___ 214(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 64337 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 322(@200wpm)___ 257(@250wpm)___ 214(@300wpm)
It’s an ideal scenario, and I’ve been a statistics nerd long enough to know that those are few and far between.
So, I gather my courage and blurt out, “We wouldn’t have to have a relationship. We could just…have fun. Until you leave on Monday.”
His brows shoot up. “Really?”
“Really,” I assure him, ignoring the fact that my stomach has dropped to my feet and something hot and frantic is happening in my intestines. “Assuming we have chemistry, I mean. We should probably figure that out first.”
His lips quirk up, as if he finds me amusing, and maybe a little dorky.
But that’s okay, I am dorky. I’m also a woman who knows her own mind, and isn’t afraid to trust my instincts, and my instincts are telling me, I should kiss this man.
Right now, even though I’ve never made the first move before in my entire life.
But there’s a first time for everything, a fact I prove as I grip the lapels of his suit jacket, push up on tiptoe, and press my lips to his. At first, he’s stiff, surprised, but a second later, his arm is around my waist, his hand is in my hair, and he’s kissing me like I’m the star of the show.
I’ve never been the star.
I’m barely a supporting cast member. My family has done their best to banish me to the backstage area, determined to protect the baby of the family from all the big, scary things in life.
But suddenly, I don’t want to be protected, I want to be…naked.
Naked and tangled up with this gorgeous man who smells like exotic leather and spice and touches me like he’s had my body memorized for years. I’ve never felt so instantly comforted and electrified by anything in my entire life. He feels so safe, so familiar, and simultaneously like the wildest ride at the county fair, the one I had to wait to go on until my overprotective brothers left for the night.
By the time we come up for air, I’m on fire, sizzling all over in a way I’ve only read about in books up to this point.
“I think the chemistry is covered,” he murmurs, looking as hungry as I feel.
“So covered,” I agree, still breathless. “Meet you in the parking area in five minutes? I have to go tell my sister I’m leaving early.”
He nods. “See you there. I’m the vintage Mustang. Pale yellow. You can’t miss it.”
I won’t miss it, I promise myself as I hurry back toward the wedding.
I’m not going to chicken out. I’m going to seize the day—and the D—and by this time tomorrow, I’ll have put a very big rite of passage in my rearview mirror.
After all, how hard can a one-night stand be?
People far less accomplished than I am do that sort of thing all the time.
Of course, I have no idea just how complicated things are about to get. Or that even nice guys can turn your world upside down without even trying.