Total pages in book: 102
Estimated words: 95393 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 477(@200wpm)___ 382(@250wpm)___ 318(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 95393 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 477(@200wpm)___ 382(@250wpm)___ 318(@300wpm)
“Everything okay?”
She nods, putting her phone back in her purse. “Rain asked about hockey on Saturday. And then threw a fit that she was missing it.” I smirk at her. “So they are coming home Friday.”
“She loves being on skates,” I state proudly.
“She always did, but didn’t have anyone to—” She shakes her head. “Not tonight.”
“Not tonight,” I agree with her. “There is a lot we need to get into, so how much did you miss me this week?”
She picks up her glass of wine. “Not even a bit.” She tries to hide her smile. “Maybe just like.” She holds up her hand and uses her thumb and forefinger to pinch just a bit. “And then maybe the next day a little more.” She opens her fingers. “But then I remembered why I was mad at you, so it went to zero.” She closes her fingers, and I can’t help but laugh at her. “But by the end of the night, it was always this much.” She uses both hands to show me.
“Good.” I chuckle. “Just so you know, I missed you too.”
“Obviously.” She takes a sip of her wine, trying to be serious but then just laughing silently. “I’m pretty fucking spectacular.”
“That you fucking are.” I don’t know how it happened. I don’t know when it happened, but Koda is under my skin, and I want her even more under my skin.
I slide my hand in hers after putting my jacket on. Her fingers slide into mine like she’s always done this, like she was born with my hand in hers. My thumb rubs her hand while I walk side by side with her. The valet guy sees me walking outside, so he grabs my keys and rushes to get my car. I turn to her, standing right in front of her. I wrap my free arm around her waist and pull her to me. “I want to take you home with me,” I declare as she slides her hand out of mine and puts both of them on my chest. “Literally nothing more I want in this world than to take you home with me. I’d take you to bed and wake up with you.” She looks down. “But I’m not going to do that because I respect you too much. You deserve to be worshipped, but more importantly, you deserve to be shown how much you mean to me.”
“Christopher,” she says my name, and once again, it shoots straight through my heart and down to my dick.
“No, I’m not going to bend on this. When we go there, and we will get there, Dakota.” She smirks at me. “It’s going to be the last time it’ll be a first for both of us.”
“What do you mean?” Her fingers tap my chest.
“I can’t see the future,” I admit, “but if it’s going to be anything like right now, right here at this moment, I know there will be no one else after you, which means there will be no one else for you.”
Her eyes go big. “So that is something else you have to think about. It’s not a game I want to play, but it’s a game I’m going to fucking win because the result is something I can’t imagine losing.”
“Tonight is the best date I’ve ever been on,” she confesses, looking down and then looking back up. “You know why?” I wrap both hands around her waist, pulling her flush to me. “I’ll tell you why. Because I knew without a shadow of a doubt there was no one else you wanted to be sitting in front of you. Never, not once, did your eyes stray from mine to look around the room to see who was there or who was looking at you. You had eyes just for me, and I’ve never, ever had that.” She smiles so big her eyes crinkle as she moves her hands from my chest to my neck. “I never knew how much I liked that until now. So thank you for that.”
“Anytime, baby,” I assure her, bending my head and kissing her lips softly. “I’m at one hundred and seven.”
“I know.” She laughs. “I can feel it.”
“Great.” I know I should be embarrassed, but I’m not. She fucking drives me wild, and she needs to know that.
“Also, you should know I want to have a make-out session in your car.” She pulls away from me when my car stops right beside us. “Like a hot-and-heavy one.”
“Are you trying to kill my dick?” I ask as the valet gets out of the car and rushes over to open her door, but I step in front of him, grabbing the handle. “I got her.” I look over my shoulder, making sure I block all access to Dakota that I can. When she is in the car, I close the door, turning to look at the guy. “Thank you.” I slide him a twenty-dollar bill before walking around the car and getting in.