Total pages in book: 97
Estimated words: 91042 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 455(@200wpm)___ 364(@250wpm)___ 303(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 91042 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 455(@200wpm)___ 364(@250wpm)___ 303(@300wpm)
“Hey,” I said as he closed the space between us, moving me back with his hands on my hips until he was inside.
The door fell shut behind him.
He tilted his head, and his gaze dropped to my mouth. “Hey,” he replied in a husky whisper.
Sweet Jesus, there was no woman on earth that could resist this. I wasn’t stupid or silly.
He lowered his head, and my lips parted in a small intake of breath just before his mouth covered mine. When his tongue with its metal bar ran along my bottom lip, I might have moaned. My feet left the floor as he picked me up and set me on the counter, not once breaking the kiss. He tasted of cinnamon. I wrapped my arms around his neck, pressing against him. My fingers tangled in his hair. He had the best hair.
His hands ran up my back and fisted my top. This was bliss. I could die now and be happy. Lived the best life had to offer. Oz’s hard, warm body heated mine, and another sound came from me. It was somewhere between pleasure and a plea for more. His mouth left mine as he trailed kisses to my chin before moving down until he buried his face in the curve between my neck and shoulder. He let out a soft growl that was just louder than a low hum as he held me tightly.
We stayed that way for a moment before he pressed one more kiss at the pulse in my neck, then lifted his head until his eyes met mine. “I missed you.” There was a fierceness in his tone as he said the words.
“You did?” I asked, wanting it to be true, not something he said to every woman he slept with or was planning on sleeping with.
The corner of his lips quirked, and he brushed my chin with his thumb. “You have to ask after that kiss? Clearly, I need to up my game.”
A laughed bubbled out of me. I was deliriously happy. That was what he did to me.
“Your game is strong,” I assured him. “I just…well, I wasn’t sure if that was it. I mean, the other night. You were moving on or whatever.” I shouldn’t have said that. I was going to ruin the mood. My words had decided to tumble out all on their own.
His brows lowered, and he pinched my chin, holding my head still as his eyes bored into mine. “Moving on?” His tone had taken an edge.
Yep, I’d ruined it. He was mad.
Grasping at an explanation to fix things back to the hot and wild kiss he’d just given me, I blurted out, “I’m not being needy or anything. I just meant, we haven’t exchanged numbers, and I get it. That’s a step you don’t take. And I haven’t seen you since Wednesday night, and I didn’t lose my job. They found out who had lied about the pregnancy and fired everyone involved. I was just going to tell you, but again, we hadn’t shared numbers…so I thought…” I wasn’t sure that made anything better.
God, why am I so bad at this? Shut up, Winslet.
Oz let go of my chin and slid both his hands under my butt, then pulled me closer to him until the hard bulge in his jeans pressed between my open thighs. “Let me clear some things up for you, darlin’,” he said as he leaned close to my ear and pressed a kiss to the area just below it.
My body shivered.
“My number is in your phone. You want to talk to me? Call. You need me? Call. As for your job, I’m real happy for you. That’s wonderful news.”
My brows drew together. “I have your number?”
He nodded his head slowly.
“Since when?”
His tongue slid over his bottom lip as he licked it. “Since I put it in there when I had you in Louisiana.”
“Really?” I asked in surprise.
“Yes,” he confirmed. “I haven’t called or texted you because I was waiting until you were ready for that step. If I’d known you were, I’d have called you yesterday to check on you. Make sure you were okay. I had to leave town and handle some business, but I got back here as fast as I could. Because I wanted to see you.” He put emphasis on that last word.
As wonderful as all that sounded and as much as I wanted to wrap myself around him and hold on for dear life, I was now going to need a little clarification. Because what I thought this was for him and what he was saying were not the same.
“Are we—I mean, this thing—is it not one of your flings? The have sex and move along thing you said you do? Because, well, I’ve never done that, so I’m not sure how it works and if I am reading into things wrong.” My face was getting warm.