Total pages in book: 87
Estimated words: 86199 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 431(@200wpm)___ 345(@250wpm)___ 287(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 86199 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 431(@200wpm)___ 345(@250wpm)___ 287(@300wpm)
“Just let me know if you’d like some assistance,” he calls after me, voice brimming with humor.
“No thanks,” I mumble beneath my breath. “I’m good.”
It takes a few moments to find his room. I open one door and peek inside before realizing that it’s not the right one. Once I find his private space, I slip inside and shut the door before leaning against it.
My heart feels like it’ll pound right out of my chest.
Only wanting to get this over with, I launch myself toward the bed. The sheets and comforter look like someone just rolled out of them. There’s a maroon Western Wildcats hockey T-shirt crumpled near the end of the mattress. Unable to help myself, I pick up the cottony material and bring it to my nose before inhaling. My eyelids feather close as his masculine scent inundates my senses.
That’s all it takes for memories to hit me like a freight train, knocking me off kilter and sending my pulse thrumming.
No guy should smell this amazing.
I really need to focus on the reason I’ve returned to the scene of the crime.
It’s reluctantly that I drop the shirt and whip back the navy comforter, hoping that my necklace will be there.
Instead, I find the sheets empty.
Crap.
I pick up each pillow and glance beneath them.
Nada.
Then I look between the sheet and the comforter.
In desperation, I drop to my knees and peer under the bed. Swearing under my breath, I pull my phone from my pocket and turn on the flashlight to make sure I haven’t overlooked it.
Other than a pair of shoes and a wadded-up piece of tissue, there’s nothing.
Huffing out a breath, I blow a piece of hair from in front of my eyes as my brain cartwheels.
I really thought I’d find it here.
Is it possible that it fell off at the bar?
Or maybe the hockey arena?
Ugh.
I’ll have to give both places a call.
As tempting as it is to tear the room apart, I need to get moving before my luck runs out. It’s bad enough that I ran into Hayes.
Again.
I’m afraid he’ll mention to Maverick that I dropped by.
Or River.
Just as I reach the door, ready to slip into the hallway, there’s a loud slam from downstairs. A flurry of nerves explodes inside me and sweat springs to my palms as I press my ear against the thick wood, hoping it was Hayes taking off.
Dread pools in my belly when I hear a babble of male voices.
The distinct sound of feet pounding up the staircase has my eyes widening as I search the room, looking for a place to hide. With no other obvious options, I dive into the closet and bury myself at the back of it as the door flies open and Maverick bursts into the room.
Oh, shit.
Is he onto me?
Does he know I’m here?
Did Hayes tell him?
Air gets wedged in my lungs until I’m on the verge of passing out.
The closet door is open half a dozen inches. It’s just enough for me to watch him pause near his desk before reaching down for something on the side of it.
Air leaks from my lungs as he swings around and moves back toward the hallway.
Before he can take another step, he pauses and searches the room with narrowed eyes. His brows pinch as he sniffs the air and makes a second visual sweep of the space before shaking his head.
I wince.
It never occurred to me not to wear perfume.
That was a rookie mistake.
I’d make a terrible spy.
Just when I expect him to leave, he swears under his breath and tosses whatever he’d picked up onto the bed.
Oh god…he knows I’m here. I’m about to be busted.
I’d squeeze my eyes tightly shut, but I can’t stop staring at him.
My mouth tumbles open when he drags down the front of his gray sweatpants and boxers, allowing his cock to spring free.
My heart skips a painful beat as he palms the thick erection.
What the hell is happening here?
There’s no way he’s going to…to…
As soon as those thoughts circle through my brain, his grip tightens around the girth and he hisses out a sharp breath.
Holy crap, yes, he is.
He is most definitely going to—
The harsh sound that falls from his lips is all it takes to have my panties flooding with arousal. From my position in the closet, I have the perfect view.
As he strokes his hard length, his eyelids flutter closed and his head tips back, revealing the thickly corded muscles of his throat.
My mouth turns cottony as my clit throbs with awareness.
I don’t realize that my hand has slipped beneath the band of my leggings and panties until my fingertips brush across the top of my slit and a gasp escapes from me.
That first slide feels so damn good.
Although not nearly as amazing as when he was the one playing with my body.