Total pages in book: 78
Estimated words: 74844 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 374(@200wpm)___ 299(@250wpm)___ 249(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 74844 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 374(@200wpm)___ 299(@250wpm)___ 249(@300wpm)
She’s stunning.
And I want her.
“Elliot.”
She holds up her hands at me to keep me at bay. “You can’t just grab me like that,” she snaps, and then she quickly pulls at the shirt, her eyes still on me. “We haven’t spoken in six months. I could be involved with someone.”
I perk a brow at her. “Are you?”
“No.”
Excitement courses through me, and I grin widely at her. “Then come here,” I suggest, taking a step toward her, but she shakes her head.
“No.”
“Elliot,” I coo, lacing my fingers with hers. I rub my thumb along her knuckles when she doesn’t pull back. “I felt how you pressed that sweet ass into me. You missed me. Admit it,” I whisper, coming close and dipping in toward her. I don’t touch her lips or even her nose, but I swear I can hear her heart slamming in her chest. “Tell me, mami. You missed me, yeah?”
She exhales heavily, but I can see in her gaze that she has. She licks her lips, and the same war is raging in her eyes from before. She doesn’t want to want me, but she does. Oh, she does. I reach up, guiding my fingers along her jaw as I gaze into her sweet eyes. Her breath catches as her eyes search mine. “Alex,” she whispers, and I can’t stop the smirk that pulls at the side of my mouth. “You can’t keep touching me.”
“I can’t?”
“No.”
I tsk at her as I continue doing just that. Touching her jaw, her chin, her lips with my fingers. She feels so good under my fingers, and her eyes are enthusiastic for me. “Tell me you missed me.”
“No. You catch feelings too fast,” she throws back at me, and I nod.
“I do, and I’ve never once regretted catching them for you.”
“Nothing has changed.”
“I don’t think that’s true,” I say, stepping into her space, but she turns, her shoulder brushing my chest. I lean in, my lips by her ear. “You don’t feel this? This burning electricity between us?”
She doesn’t answer; she doesn’t have to. I can see it in her eyes. I love how expressive they are. The windows to her soul. A soul that lines up with mine. “Admit that you haven’t thought of me, missed me, or wished to hear my voice these last six months?”
“Alex—”
“You haven’t looked at my Instagram and wondered what I was up to?” I stroke my thumb along her lips, my eyes tracking the motion. Her breathing is erratic, her eyes crazed, as if she doesn’t know what to do or even how to answer. “Haven’t missed my lips on yours?” I pull her bottom lip down, and she opens her mouth for me. Oh, how I want to put my tongue, my cock, and my fingers in that sexy mouth of hers. “Because that’s all I’ve done these last six months.”
Her cheeks are so pink, her neck the same, and fuck, if she isn’t the most gorgeous girl I’ve ever seen in my life. I take her hip in my free hand and bring her close to me. “You’re so beautiful, Elliot. You’re glowing.”
Something flashes in her eyes and she backs away quickly, but I felt it.
Her stomach pressing into mine.
The hardness.
I gaze at her midsection far too long before I look up to her. Is it a tumor? Or a hernia? My mom had one of those when I was little, and it was scary as fuck. “Are you okay?”
“I’m fine,” she says all too quickly, but her eyes don’t reflect that. They’re glossy with tears that are threatening to fall. She clears her throat and then points to me. “Welcome back.”
As she goes to turn, I grab her wrist. “No, no, no,” I murmur, stopping her. I bring her hand to my mouth, kissing her knuckles then each of her fingertips before I kiss her palm. “Something is up. Tell me. Can I help?”
She doesn’t react, doesn’t answer, only holds my gaze.
“Are you sick?”
She shakes her head, pressing her lips together. “Not lately, but just leave it. You have a lot to focus on—”
“But right now, I’m focused on you.”
Elliot’s mouth parts, her eyes widening, but she quickly looks away. “I gotta go.”
“Elliot,” I whisper, and she doesn’t move. But I wait. I give her the time until, finally, she raises her gaze to mine. “Let me take you to dinner.”
Her eyes drift shut as she blows out a breath. “Why? We haven’t spoken in six months.”
“And I regret that daily,” I admit, and her eyes fly open. “I shouldn’t have let my pride get in the way. I should have kept in contact.”
“It was just sex,” she insists, but I shake my head.
“It wasn’t.”
“Alex—”
“Elliot, let me take you to dinner. I need to talk to you.”
She hesitates, her eyes burning just for me. “I should say no.”