Total pages in book: 88
Estimated words: 88305 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 442(@200wpm)___ 353(@250wpm)___ 294(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 88305 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 442(@200wpm)___ 353(@250wpm)___ 294(@300wpm)
His tongue peeks out, moistening the edge of his upper lip. I find myself imitating the gesture, recalling how that same tongue felt curling around mine, sucking and dominating.
“You liked it.”
I snap my attention back to his, internally shaking myself. “Or maybe you think I did to satisfy your dick-shaped ego.”
“I didn’t know you thought about my dick’s shape, Naomi.”
“I don’t.”
“You just proved you do.”
“It’s a figure of speech, asshole.”
“My asshole, too. No wonder they say the quiet ones are the wildest.”
“I’m anything but quiet. I just don’t like to talk when it’s not needed—which is most of the time.”
“You’re talking now.”
“That’s because you’re being infuriating.”
“Oh, baby. Do I get on your nerves? Do you hate how you melt against me even though you think you hate me?”
My stomach dips at the way he calls me that. Baby. I always thought I hated that endearment, that it felt clichéd, but apparently, that was before Sebastian fucking Weaver used it.
Just how much more of me is he going to confiscate?
Clearing my throat, I place a hand on my hip. “I don’t think I hate you. I actually do.”
“Now, that’s where you start lying. Your defense mechanism is cute.”
“Don’t call me cute.”
“Why? Offended?”
“No. I just don’t want to catch anything from your elusive vocabulary.”
“You don’t know me, Naomi, so you’re projecting right now and not in a good way.”
“You don’t know me either!”
“But I want to know you.”
His words hang between us like a silent prayer, prying and reaching for more.
A body tremor takes hold of me and it has little to do with how worked up I was a couple of minutes ago.
“Why?” I murmur before I can stop myself.
“Why what?”
“Why would you want to get to know me?”
“Why not?”
“Don’t play with me.”
“I haven’t even started playing with you. When I do, you’ll definitely feel it. For now, I’m merely telling you the truth, but if your low self-esteem forbids you from recognizing it, that’s on you.”
Did the bastard come here all prepared with this type of speech so he could get in my head? If that’s the case, then surprisingly, he’s succeeding.
He stands up and it takes everything in me not to flinch backward. His height is more appreciated up close. It’s like his tall legs go on for miles and his broad shoulders eat up the space.
I’m like a tiny dwarf in comparison.
Not really, but sort of. And seriously, why the hell am I appreciating the height and body difference? Why am I thinking that he could overpower me in a flash?
I shouldn’t.
I really, really shouldn’t.
Inhaling deeply, I call for my inner feminist to kick out whatever black magic is holding my mind hostage right now.
“What are you doing?” I demand.
“Collecting my win.”
I cross my arms over my chest to stop them from fidgeting. “First of all, I didn’t agree with that bet.”
“You still went along with it.”
“It still doesn’t count.”
“Yes, it does.” He stalks toward me with every word until he’s towering over me. “Are you going to do it or should I stay here all night long?”
“You…can’t do that.”
“I hope you have room for me in your bed.” He winks. “I can move a lot during the night.”
I clench my molars to hold in whatever nonsense I was about to say, then I release a sigh. “What do you want?”
“Come with me.”
“Where?”
“As the loser, you don’t have the right to ask questions. You just follow along.”
“I won’t move from here until you tell me where we’re going.”
“Somewhere where your mother won’t hear you moaning.”
My attention instantly snaps to the stairs. Holy Jesus. When he was kissing and groping me earlier, I completely forgot that Mom could’ve walked in on us at any second. Hell, she could’ve had a front-row seat to the entire show and I wouldn’t even have sensed her.
This bastard had me so completely hooked that I momentarily forgot where and who the hell I am.
I give him a dirty look that the jerk returns with a wink. Another thing I used to hate, but seems kind of charming on him.
Okay. More than kind of.
Now, he’ll either stay and torment me or Mom will really walk in on us in the midst of something. Because I can still feel my body gravitating toward him.
He’s luring me.
Trapping me.
And I’d be lying if I said my defenses weren’t crumbling.
Sebastian extends his palm like some twisted version of a gentleman. “Shall we?”
I storm past him, heading outside. “Only half an hour and then I’m coming back home.”
The night air causes the fine hairs on the back of my neck to stand on end. Or maybe the reason isn’t the chill, but the heavy yet subtle footsteps following after me.
His long legs catch up to me in no time and before I can consider getting in my car, Sebastian places a hand at the small of my back and half-coaxes, half-shoves me into his Tesla.