Total pages in book: 88
Estimated words: 83760 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 419(@200wpm)___ 335(@250wpm)___ 279(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 83760 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 419(@200wpm)___ 335(@250wpm)___ 279(@300wpm)
Holy fuck, I’m on fire, and what’s worse, I think he knows it.
BRETT
“Don’t you fucking dare,” I hiss, trying to rein myself in and not shake her so much her teeth rattle. I’d paddle her ass so hard she couldn’t sit for days without thinking about this moment. She deserves it. In fact, she needs it. What the fuck was she thinking?
If someone had told me that one woman would completely torpedo into my life and fuck everything up, I’d have laughed in their face.
Christ, had I not left when I did… I grab her arm and drag her around the corner of the small market so at least we’re out of sight, then swing her around to face me.
“Dean Powers…” she pants out, her eyes huge and spilling with tears, and for a second, I almost soften. She’s hysterical, but I’m fucking livid.
“Are you crazy?” I tighten my grip.
She reaches to hold on to my jacket.
“I was just… oh God, I don’t feel good,” she pants out, her grip tightening on my jacket.
Every time she breathes, her body presses closer to mine. My jaw twitches.
“Alexandrea,” I murmur.
Her head snaps back, her green eyes spilling with tears as the adrenaline of what just happened floods straight down to my cock. She keeps clinging to me, trying to get air in her lungs.
“I just wanted to get home. Someone cut me off—”
“What the hell are you talking about? You can’t ride a fucking e-scooter on Pacific Coast Highway.” This time, I do shake her as her eyes darken. Her cheeks, which were pale, are now stained pink. I’m literally holding myself in check, but if she says one more thing…
“It’s not my fault—”
And that’s it.
Done.
I grab the back of her ponytail and pull it tight as she whimpers and then I crush my mouth on hers.
Hard.
Punishing.
This is wrong on so many levels, yet my tongue takes hers, and I tighten my hold on her hair. Primal lust pumps through my veins. Her body shudders and submits, giving me exactly what I need. My tongue takes and takes, and I swallow her candy taste and smell her fucking scent…
“Everything all right out here?” A loud voice makes me break away, both of us panting as I try not to attack some man who’s only trying to help.
“We’re fine.” I hold up a hand, stopping him from coming closer. Trying to catch my breath, I force my brain to work.
“You okay, young lady?” The man’s voice makes me turn to look at him. He’s older, maybe sixty, wearing a white apron, his concerned eyes focused on Alex, then me.
“Yes.” She nods, her hands still holding on to my forearms.
The man squints at me, then motions with his head. “You need to move that scooter. It’s gonna get run over. And take that business”—he gestures at us—“somewhere private.” He shakes his head and turns, walking back toward the fish market.
“Fuck.” I remove her hands, and they fall limply to her sides. Her lips are swollen and red from my aggressive kiss. I need to back away. If I don’t, I’m going to fuck her against this brick wall.
“Alex, this can’t happen.” I state, moving toward the scooter and backpack laying in the middle of the entrance where Alex dumped them.
“I’ll call you a cab. I can’t take you home on my bike—”
“No.” Her voice sounds loud and high-pitched. “I can call an Uber. I want to.” She shakes her head, reaching for her backpack. As she sits down on a concrete slab, her back to the ocean and PCH, she types on her phone.
“Goddammit.” I hesitate, and I never hesitate. I always know what I want and what I’m doing.
Get your head on right, Brett. Grabbing the scooter, I walk it over to the end of the parking lot, popping the kickstand out as I watch it shut off. I turn back to Alex, who still sits on the concrete. I want to pull her on my lap, kiss her, pet her… Goddammit. This will end badly. Nothing good can come from it.
“Look at me.” My voice sounds harsh to my own ears.
When she jerks her head up, her big emerald eyes lock with mine. I almost adjust myself because what I see in hers… is everything a man like me should never be teased with.
We’re kindred souls with the same needs.
I don’t trust myself.
I’m fighting not to break every rule and take her back to my place. Blow off the fundraiser and fuck until this insane attraction is sated.
“Drop the class, Alexandrea.” I force myself to break eye contact and walk toward my bike.
I hear her snort, and she calls out to me, “Thanks for everything. Don’t worry about me. I’m fine…” Her sassy mouth makes me turn because I just saved her. Eyes narrowing, I watch her as she looks over at the silver car pulling into the parking lot.