Total pages in book: 87
Estimated words: 80045 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 400(@200wpm)___ 320(@250wpm)___ 267(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 80045 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 400(@200wpm)___ 320(@250wpm)___ 267(@300wpm)
“You have no idea what I came here looking for,” I fire back.
“You want to tell me?”
“Originally, I came here because I had to. But now? Feels like I came here to meet you.”
Blakely laughs again, shaking her head. “You really do have all the lines don't you, hero?”
“You have no idea. But I am having a thought.”
“I can't wait to hear it,” she says before I can continue. And I swear I'm ready to drop down on my knees for this girl. I can't remember a time I've had so much fun just throwing banter back and forth, but goddamn, she's really good at it.
“If we really want to sell this, to make Brian up there believe that you're really off the market, I feel like there's a surefire way to do that.”
She has to read the intent in my eyes, because that flush is back just like when I brought up Bridgerton and orgasms earlier. I'm dying to brush my thumb over her cheek, just to see if her skin is as soft as it looks, but I keep my hands where they are.
“And what is that surefire way?” Her voice hitches just slightly, which means she knows exactly what I'm about to say.
“A kiss.”
“A kiss?”
“Yes,” I say, my heart pounding against my chest at the prospect of getting my mouth on hers. “If I kiss you right now, trust me, he'll know that you're off the market.”
She wets her lips, almost like she doesn't realize she's doing it, then tilts her head. “I'm sorry, I should have mentioned that I'm not looking for an actual relationship. Almost four years with him was a long time, I'm not ready for anything serious. As much as I appreciate you offering to help.”
I dip my head down just to bring myself a little closer. Damn, she smells like honeysuckle and citrus, and I immediately want that scent drenching my sheets tonight.
“Do I look like someone who wants something serious? Even douchebag-Brian pegged me for a fuckboy.”
The girl laughs again, and warmth shoots beneath my skin at the sound of it. A sound I’m more than prideful about making happen.
“No, I guess you don't. Especially with those lines you keep dishing out.”
“So,” I say. “The offer stands.”
She worries that plump bottom lip between her teeth again, and it takes everything in me not to span the small distance between our mouths and suck it between my lips.
“No strings? No numbers?”
“If that's what makes you comfortable,” I say, knowing for sure I'll regret not getting this girl's number, but if that's what she needs to help her get rid of her ex, I'm all for it. Especially because he's giving me the fucking creeps and I'm not that easily creeped out.
How the hell had he landed a girl like her anyway? I've only known her a few minutes, and I can tell she's a fucking dream. A dream for somebody else who has the time and energy to worship a girl like her, but a dream, nonetheless.
“Okay,” she finally says. “Let's do it.”
A rush of nervous energy blasts between us, but it's quickly quelled. I may not be good with emotional intimacy, but physical intimacy is what I do best, just after making plays on the ice.
“How do we—”
I cut off her question by smoothing my free hand along her cheek, relishing the softness of her skin beneath my fingers as I shift closer.
Her breath catches as I lean down, grazing my lips over hers in the barest of touches. I'm all for the tease, the anticipation, but the minute she arches off the wall, her body reaching for mine on instinct, all bets are off.
I glide my hand around to cradle the back of her head, gently tugging the strands of her hair to tip her head so I can properly kiss her. Our lips collide as I bring our bodies flush, my other hand lowering to her hip to secure her against me.
Her hands slide up my chest, gently gripping the fabric of my T-shirt as she holds me close, her lips parting beneath mine in the sweetest form of consent.
I gently back her against the wall as I lick into her mouth, teasing my tongue against hers.
Fuck, she tastes like sugar and limes from whatever drink she had before, and it makes an explosive blaze of heat blast through me. She shifts against me, kissing me back as intently as I am kissing her.
I pull back, just enough to catch her gaze and find her blue eyes as hazy with lust as I'm sure mine are. My chest heaves, my heart racing, every instinct in my body begging for more.
I'm about to ask her where she's at with all this, but she grips my shirt and brings my mouth back to hers.