Total pages in book: 102
Estimated words: 95295 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 476(@200wpm)___ 381(@250wpm)___ 318(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 95295 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 476(@200wpm)___ 381(@250wpm)___ 318(@300wpm)
“Fine,” I huff, trying to put my hand through the jacket sleeve but missing it twice before finally getting it in, “but only if you promise not to take me somewhere and kill me.”
He smirks, making my knees fucking weak. “Scout’s honor.” He holds up two fingers on one hand.
“You’re a Boy Scout?” I ask him as he walks around the bar to stand in front of me. I watch him and take in his cowboy boots. He is a head taller than me, so he has to look down at me.
“Nope.” He shakes his head. “My truck is out that way.” He points behind him, where it leads to the dark hallway.
“I mean, if that doesn’t scream danger and don’t go in there,” I say, grabbing my purse, “I don’t know what does.” I tap my jacket pockets to see if I feel my phone. Then I move my hands to my ass before he leans over me, making me smell his muskiness, grabbing my phone from the top of the counter and handing it to me. “Thank you,” I say, wishing I’d drunk some water because with him so close to me, my mouth is very fucking dry. “Lead the way,” I tell him.
“Are you going to be checking me out again?” he asks me over his shoulder, while my eyes roam straight to his ass.
“Um, yes.” I shock even myself when I admit it, and I even giggle a little bit. “Yes. Yes, I will.”
He walks in front of me, but his steps slow, and he waits for me when he gets to the entrance of the hallway. “The mouth of the dungeon.” I stop beside him and notice the hallway isn’t as dark as it seemed from my stool.
He walks two steps into the dimly lit hallway, stopping at a closed door with a plaque in the middle that says “Office.” My feet move with his, and when he stops, I’m literally chest to chest with him. “I have to get my keys,” he informs me but doesn’t move.
“Do you want me to wait here?” I ask. Feeling his heat radiating off his body, I lift my hand to touch his chest. My hand shakes when I do that; he can see it shake.
“On a scale of one to ten—” he says, and he’s so close I can feel his breath on me. My chest moves up and down as my fingers tingle on his pecs.
“Ten,” I answer, not knowing what the rest of the question is.
“How drunk are you?” The question makes me laugh.
“Oh.” I shake my head. “Two.” I lift my hand from his hard chest but quickly move it back. “Maybe three. Definitely not a four.”
“What did you think I was going to ask you?” His hands come up to hold my hips, and I hate it’s not brighter so I can see his eyes.
“I thought you were going to ask me on a scale of one to ten, how much do you want me to kiss you right now?” I want to kick my own ass for admitting that. What the hell was in that drink, truth serum?
“And you answered ten, Zara?” The softness of his voice makes shivers run through me.
“I did, Gabriel.” I use his name, taking a step closer to him, squishing my hand between us. “I sure did.”
“Well, then,” he says, and his hands fly from my hips to my face right before his lips crash onto mine. My tongue comes out to taste his, and my jacket is tossed on the floor. My purse joins it with a thump right next to my foot. As I wrap my hands around his neck, my chest goes flush with his. His hands drop from my face as he wraps one arm around my waist, while the other reaches behind him, opening the door. The kiss that started out a little slow is now setting off fireworks inside me. I’ve never had a kiss like this. Never been kissed breathless before. He picks me up off my feet, and I moan into his mouth as he kicks the door closed with his foot.
He lets go of my lips to drag the kiss down to my neck. “Definitely a good decision.” I close my eyes and go with it, throwing caution to the fucking wind.
8
ZARA
Something tickles my nose, making my eyes flutter open. I see darkness right away before I feel heat under my cheek. My hand also is on heat, and something hard is right next to my nose. My eyes close once more as the sleep fog leaves me. When I finally open my eyes and my vision gets used to the room, I look around to see the desk right in front of me. My eyes do a quick scan from the bottom of the bed, and then my head moves up to the top of the person who I’m lying partially on top of, and then his hand cups my ass. This is when the freak-out in my brain happens. What the fuck did you do? I ask myself as I open my mouth and then shut it quickly. I close my eyes tight again, hoping when I open them this is a dream. But instead, when I open them, I’m exactly where I was two seconds ago. This is not a dream. I’m looking up at a sleeping Gabriel, his hair wild from my fingers running through it. I think I stare at him for over a full minute. How he can be sexy, even in sleep, is something I will think about at a later date. Like when I get the fuck out of here.