Total pages in book: 79
Estimated words: 73963 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 370(@200wpm)___ 296(@250wpm)___ 247(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 73963 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 370(@200wpm)___ 296(@250wpm)___ 247(@300wpm)
I swallow hard. He’s not wrong but I’m not about to tell him that. I fold my arms over my chest and raise a brow, making a show of my impatience. “I’m waiting.”
A grin crosses his lips. “I don’t think you want to know the answer to that.” I narrow my eyes and his cheesy as all hell grin widens. “Okay…so, I might have broken into your locker at school and stolen your keys out of your bag.”
“Bullshit,” I gape at him. “You didn’t.” I rip my bag off my shoulder and dump it down on my desk, making sure to empty all my belongings in the process. I riffle through the mess, throwing things around until it becomes damn clear. I turn on him. “You’re such a turd. You really stole my keys.”
Slade raises his hands and dangling off his pointer finger are my keys. “Whatcha gonna do about it?”
I push everything off my desk and silently step up onto my chair before taking another up onto my desk. I turn and face him, looking down at the guy that I still struggle to call my boyfriend. His eyes narrow in concern, realizing that he’s not exactly in a great position. “I warned you, Cruz. I’m not someone you want to start a war with.”
He laughs, enjoying himself way too much. “Bullshit, you wouldn’t jump,” he says, calling my bluff.
Damn it. Despite the fact that I really wasn’t, now I have no choice.
I spread my wings and launch myself across the room, feeling like Thor for the briefest millisecond, until my fly turns into more of a fall. I go crashing down on top of Slade and he has just enough time to throw a hand protectively over his junk while the other shoots out in a horrible attempt at trying to catch me.
With both of his hands now squished between our bodies, I clamber up until I’m straddled over his chest. I squeeze my legs as hard as I can, trying to keep him pinned but my efforts are laughable and he overpowers me with ease.
Slade flips us until I’m the one pinned to the bed and he’s holding my arms hostage at my sides. He looks down at me with mischief in his eyes and my gut sinks. Usually, that look gets me all sorts of hot, but right now, I’ve never wanted to run so fast in my life.
“Hmm…all the things I could do to you.”
Oh, shit.
He glances around my room, stopping as his eyes scan over my messed-up desk. I watch in horror as his gaze focuses on my black sharpie and his face twists into a wicked smirk.
Slade reaches over and I start wriggling, doing everything I can to get free. I try pinching, I try bringing my knee up between his legs, I even try to roll, but his hold on me is too strong and all I’ve managed to do is use up all my energy.
He settles back over the top of me and pops the cap with his teeth. If I wasn’t so terrified, I’d say it was damn sexy. “You know,” he says with a wicked grin. “I always love it when you use that black shit on your eyes.”
“Mess up my face and I’ll mess up yours.”
His eyes sparkle with the challenge and ever so slowly, his hand begins to lower to my face. I turn away and I feel the cool tip press down below my ear. I try to wriggle away but it’s no use, he’s far too strong.
Slade drags the tip down my neck and a shiver spreads over my skin. He pushes my spaghetti strap off my shoulder and leans into me, blowing the ink dry over my skin and driving me wild with need.
I suck in a breath.
This man knows exactly what he’s doing.
The sharpie trails down over my shoulder and across my chest. Slade continues to pull my top down, exposing my bra and making my breath catch in my throat. His eyes meet mine, heated and enticing, needy and seductive. His fingers slip into the top of my bra and pull it down as he scoots lower on my body.
He cups my breast, squeezing and pinching, making all sorts of things happen south of the border. The sharpie slides over the curve of my breast. He watches what he’s doing, enraptured by my body while I find it physically impossible to tear my gaze off his eyes, especially when they’re so deep and hooded like this.
Who would have known that I could be so turned on by a damn sharpie?
He marks my skin, branding me with his name right over my heart and before I can say anything about it, he lowers down to me, sucking my nipple into his mouth and making me press up into him, needing so much more.