Total pages in book: 23
Estimated words: 20958 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 105(@200wpm)___ 84(@250wpm)___ 70(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 20958 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 105(@200wpm)___ 84(@250wpm)___ 70(@300wpm)
“Yeah, I better go.” Walking away from this man is proving difficult. Especially when his hand cups my cheek softly, his thumb dragging along my lower lip.
“Fuck, you’re making it hard for me to leave, babe. Get your ass inside. We both have shit to do today.” The sun sitting high in the sky is a testament to how fast morning is turning into early afternoon, meaning I’m going to be booking it the minute I’m inside my small studio apartment. When I was offered the job as the lead music instructor, it came with an added perk. I’d oversee scheduling, teaching, and managing the studio on a daily basis. The owners were taking a step back but weren’t ready to sell, which I’m thankful for because I’m not ready to potentially buy them out. The studio would be a solid investment; it would also require some serious cash. Since my savings aren't as stacked as I’d like it and the only equity I have to my name is a paid-off ten-year-old car, I’m thinking the bank would look at my loan paperwork and laugh. I’d laugh too which is why I’ll keep on saving and doing what I love until my feet are on solid ground. Even if my mother thinks I’m doing menial work and could use my music background to make more money.
“I’ll see you later?” There’s a hopefulness to my tone that almost makes me sound like I’m begging for his time and attention. Smooth move, Audrena James, smooth move. To be fair, neither one of us has said what we want. All I know is that Kade has my number, and in turn, I have his. I also have his scent clinging to my body, I can feel the aftereffect of our time together between my legs, and the taste of him is still on my lips.
“Yeah, babe, you will.” The reassurance he gives me is all I need. He also goes against what he said only a few moments ago and dips his head down. The lids of my eyes lower, my tongue comes out to wet my top lip, and I watch as Kade’s teeth press down on his bottom lip. “I seem to be breaking every damn rule I have in place when it comes to you, Drena.” I don’t have time to decipher what that means. I’m too busy placing my hands on his chest and going to the tips of my toes while Kade’s arms band around my lower back and pull me in close. Our kiss is what girls dreams about—gentle yet firm, soft yet hard, a declaration where a man claims you as his for the whole world to see. I’m lost in our lust, not a care in the world. It doesn’t matter that our make-out session happens in front of my place of employment. Kade doesn’t seem to mind public display of affection. Neither do I. We’re two halves of a whole.
“Hmm,” I hum against his mouth, feeling the outline of his cock against my stomach, thick, hard, and heavy. My thighs clench, an uncontrollable thirst for a repeat performance of our time earlier hits me hard, and if it weren’t for his firm grasp around me, I’d probably fall to my knees, rip his jeans open, and finally wrap my lips around his length. I didn’t get the opportunity to this morning or last night. Kade had other ideas in play, and there was no denying him, especially with how he worked me up time and time again.
“You go to my head faster than a shot of tequila.” I’m breathless. He isn’t. The man is seriously in great shape. I’m ninety percent sure while I was asleep, he was up and ready to start the day. Which means he can survive on hardly any sleep, not lose an ounce of stamina, and keep up like a man half his age. “And your phone is ringing again.”
“I’m sorry. I’d let this go to voicemail, but I’m pretty sure it’s my mother, and god forbid I answer with a text again.” What a moment killer, I swear. I wish we had the relationship we once did when we were growing up together. Yes, growing up together. My mom was a teen mom. We learned a lot, lived a lot, and held one another a lot. Things changed when I was in high school. Mom started a career and found herself again, but in doing so, we lost our relationship in the process. She wanted me to live a life she couldn’t, to go off to college, to see the world, to do everything she didn’t. That isn’t me, though. I didn’t want to move away from the place we’d called home for the longest time in my life. I liked that even with the ever-changing tourists coming in and out of town, there’s still a small town feel where you can wave to one another and remember seeing them at some point in time.