Total pages in book: 70
Estimated words: 65335 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 327(@200wpm)___ 261(@250wpm)___ 218(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 65335 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 327(@200wpm)___ 261(@250wpm)___ 218(@300wpm)
Lennox kills the engine right on the shoulder of a gravel road, pulling over halfway onto the grass. To the right is a ditch filled with wildflowers and then a field with some kind of crop. It’s still green, and it just looks plant-ish at the moment.
“Did you plan a picnic?” I joke, hoping he’ll tell me what we’re doing soon before I have to worry that this is a part of the crazy plan I wasn’t let in on.
“I did, but it’s a one-course meal, and I plan on feasting on it until I’ve had my fill. It’s divine and delicious. Sweet, lush peaches and succulent honey.”
“Oh.” My cheeks turn scarlet as my face burns hot. “You’re going to what? Rip off my clothes and do those things to me right here in the front seat in broad daylight?”
“Nope.” His lips turn up in the most wicked, panty-melting, extra sinful with a side of sin smile. “I thought we could do that in the backseat.”
I glance behind me, even though I know full well the boxes and suitcases we packed didn’t even take up half the trunk space, and the backseat is free.
“You’ve had a backseat fantasy about this thing ever since you got it.”
His eyes turn smoky, and the thrill of doing something naughty permeates through me when he nods. “And today, it’s about to come true.”
I glance behind us at the empty stretch of road. The sun is beating down. Indiana in late June is quite warm. It’s as warm as San Diego, or at least it seems that way from inside the car. The point is, it’s very, very bright out here. I nervously grasp the window handle and crank it down a few inches. The scent of fresh air, wildflowers, and wet earth comes through the crack, and I drink it in, unused to such smells because I’m a city girl through and through. The buzz of insects and a higher-pitched whine filter in through the crack as well. I hope they don’t come in. I’m okay with their noise, but if a spider ends up in here with me, there’s going to be a shit fit. I’m equipped to deal with taking down really bad guys or at least helping Lennox and his family do it, but I’m not so well prepared to deal with arachnids.
I cross my arms and take in Lennox, who is breathing a little bit faster. He’s wearing his usual black long-sleeved shirt and jeans, and as per usual, he looks beyond fabulous. Yeah, so he’s quite possibly the world’s hottest man, and he’s all mine. If that’s not blessed—that’s right, not lucky—I don’t know what is.
I have my seatbelt unbuckled in an instant, and I flip myself around and over the middle plastic part. I mean to leap into the backseat, but being blessed hasn’t cured my clumsy tendencies, so I end up catching my foot and sprawling out into the backseat face first. I get my hands up to break my fall just as Lennox opens the passenger door, takes in my disheveled state with a wide grin, and climbs inside. I scramble up, already peeling off my shirt and tugging at my jeans before he can so much as get his hands under his.
I know I might have kind of, a little half-heartedly, protested this, but I do want it. And I know it’s the middle of the day, and anyone could come along and see us because while the station wagon windows might be tinted, it would still be seriously embarrassing if anyone saw anything, so I have to make this quick. Quick but enjoyable.
“Alright, I’m waiting.” I peel off my jeans and hold out my arms in invitation. “Come here.”
“Right away.” Lennox whips his shirt over his head, and his hands deftly peel his jeans off. I’m impressed. This might be one hell of a big backseat, but it’s still a pretty tiny space back here. “Give me five seconds, and I’ll be ready to rock your world.”
“One. Two. Three. Four. Five.” I count off the seconds on my fingers while Lennox kicks off the rest of his jeans, removes his shoes and socks, and tears off his boxers.
He grasps my panties and is no more gentle with them than he was with his. Mine, however, aren’t built as industriously as boxers, and the lace tears cleanly at both sides. I gasp but lock my legs around his waist and wrap my arms around his neck.
“That’s very naughty of you. I only brought so many pairs.”
“Don’t worry. I plan on not replacing them when we get to where we’re going. It’s so much better to go commando. I think it might even be better for your health. I’m sure I read that somewhere.”
I laugh so hard that I hiccup, but Lennox puts a quick stop to that with a punishing kiss. I kiss him back before panting out what I really want to tell him since we pulled out of his granny’s driveway this morning. We were all staying there for the past week after our condos sold. “I’m so ready to do this.”