Total pages in book: 135
Estimated words: 123672 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 618(@200wpm)___ 495(@250wpm)___ 412(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 123672 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 618(@200wpm)___ 495(@250wpm)___ 412(@300wpm)
Once I’m finally ready, I make my way to my front door with exactly a minute and a half to spare and as I wait impatiently, I pull my phone out and send off a quick text to Nat, making sure she made it home okay.
Kyah - Alive?
Nat - Hardly. My knees have never shook like that before. I’m just about home but haven’t slept yet. I’ll call you tonight and tell you all about it. But damn, that Sullivan! Holy shit! I think he just knocked Mark out of the top spot for best screw of the year.
I gape at my phone, my brows arched. Best screw of the year. Shit. Sullivan should be proud. Nat doesn’t offer up titles like that to just anybody. He must have a magical tongue personally gifted to him by a raunchy sex demon found only in the deepest pits of hell. Though if that’s the case, I sure hope I get to live out eternity with that demon. I mean, surely I’m going to hell anyway, so I hope I get to enjoy it.
Glancing up from my phone, I realize I have all of ten seconds left and I creep in closer to my door, leaning in to peek through the peephole, and the second it ticks over to ten a.m., I see Alex’s door open. My mouth waters taking him in. He always looks so good and I can only imagine just how good he smells. He’s like the perfect snack, and I can’t wait to devour him, but then, I can’t stop thinking about what he said—not touching me until he’s worked for it, building the anticipation, and damn it, I think he’s right because when he finally takes me, I know it’s going to be explosive.
My hand curls around the doorknob, and just as Alex steps forward to knock, I open the door, pulling it wide so that we stand face to face, each of us appraising the other as though we both haven’t got a damn clue how the hell this is supposed to go down. “Punctual,” he states, a smirk playing on his lips.
“Arrogant,” I throw back.
His eyes glisten with silent laughter. “You’re confusing confidence with arrogance,” he tells me. “It doesn’t make me arrogant for knowing what the fuck I want.”
“And I’m assuming that’s me?”
“Damn straight it is,” he says. “Now, are we going to stand in the hallway all morning, or are you going to let me take you out?”
I laugh and step out into the hallway, pulling my door closed and making sure to lock up behind me. “I’m assuming I don’t have a choice in the matter, Mr. I Don’t Give A Shit About Your Rules.”
“I’m glad you’re finally learning,” he murmurs, placing his hand on my lower back and leading me toward the stairwell. We fall into easy conversation, and I find that the second sex is off the table and neither of us are trying to get the other on their knees, everything becomes so simple.
He’s a flirt with a cocky smile that makes my stomach do flip-flops, turning me into a giddy teenager who’s talking to her crush for the very first time, and I absolutely love it. But I’m not going to lie, when he throws me up against the wall and that dominant streak comes out to play, I love that too.
Alex is the perfect gentleman, offering me his arm as we make our way down the stairwell and holding the door open for me as we step out into the street. “I’m assuming you had a big night,” he asks.
“A little too big,” I admit as he leads me down the street. “My friend who I was meeting was already a few drinks deep when I got there, and I insisted that I try and catch up with her. But I should have known better. No one can catch up with Nat, especially when she’s on a roll.”
“She sounds like trouble.”
“She is. The best kind though,” I laugh, glancing up at him. “She’s intrigued by you.”
His brows furrow, and he glances down at me. “What’s that supposed to mean?” he asks. “You’ve been telling your friends about me?”
“Don’t get ahead of yourself. I didn’t paint you in a very good light,” I tease. “As far as Nat’s concerned, you’re my pushy neighbor who doesn’t like to take no for an answer.”
Alex smirks and curls his arm around my waist, pulling me into his side as he tips his head down toward me, his breath tickling my neck. “You’re telling me that you didn’t tell your best friend how your body shudders every time I touch you or how you whimper and your knees go weak when I pin you against the wall with a burning need pulsing through your body, so fucking desperate for more?”