Total pages in book: 82
Estimated words: 77959 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 390(@200wpm)___ 312(@250wpm)___ 260(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 77959 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 390(@200wpm)___ 312(@250wpm)___ 260(@300wpm)
Coming back a second later, he takes a seat next to me and digs into his food, so I do the same. “This is really good. Thank you.”
“You’re welcome.” Sitting there next to him, I shovel food in my mouth to avoid talking. I don’t need to embarrass myself any more than I have today, and I don’t want to accidentally blurt out the thousands of questions currently pinging around in my skull. I keep reminding myself that he’s just a nice guy and a nice neighbor who wants to be my friend.
Finishing off as much food as I can, I take a sip of coffee and use it as an excuse to study Levi over the rim of my mug. He’s as gorgeous as always, maybe even more so with the little bit of morning scruff shadowing his jaw, accentuating his full lips and strong profile. My hand actually itches to reach out and touch him. To see for myself what the stubble would feel like against my fingers and how smooth his lips would be against my skin. Feeling my cheeks heat in embarrassment when he looks over at me, I duck my head and set my coffee cup down. “I should go get ready for work.” I stand, gather up my plate and cup, and take them both to the sink, where I wash them quickly. “Thanks for breakfast. Next time it’s my treat,” I say, putting everything in the dish drainer without looking at him.
“Fawn.”
“Hmm?” I pick up Muffin’s leash and look to where she is sprawled out on the floor, asleep. “Up, girl, it’s time to go,” I tell her, and she opens one eye, then closes it. Seriously, not this again . . .
“Fawn.”
“Yeah?” I bend over and lift Muffin off the ground with my arms around her middle, then huff when she falls back to her belly after I have her on her feet. “Stubborn dog.”
“Fawn.” Oh god, the sound of his deep voice behind me and the feel of his large hand sliding around my hip to my stomach and his groin pressing into my ass cause a flood of heat to spread between my legs.
I don’t even think about what I’m doing. One second I’m feeling his very large, very evident erection poking me in the ass, and the next I’m spinning around to face him, up on my tiptoes, pressing my mouth to his.
“Christ,” he breathes against my lips before nipping the bottom one. On my gasp his tongue slides between my parted lips, and the taste of him and coffee exploding across my taste buds makes me moan. Feeling his hands roam up the back of my shirt across my skin, I press deeper into him, needing more, wanting more. I cling to him with all my strength while his hand cups the back of my skull and he takes over the kiss and my mind. Sliding my own hands around his back and up under his shirt, I press deeper into him and whimper down his throat. Getting lost in his mouth against mine, I allow him to lead me across the room. As the couch bumps the backs of my legs, my nails dig into his back.
“Fuck.” He stops suddenly, pulling away, leaving me off balance and completely mortified.
“I . . .” I press my fingers to my tingling lips while my chest heaves in sync with his. “I gotta go.” I bolt for the door, and by some act of god Muffin follows me out of his apartment and across the hall.
“Fawn . . . stop,” he shouts as I make it to my door. Before he can say more or make it across the hall to me, I get inside, slam the door, and bolt it with the lock. I’ve messed up. I’ve messed up big-time, and now I need to find a new place to live. “Fawn . . . we need to talk,” he shouts through the door with a pound of his fist, and I close my eyes.
“It’s okay, no talking necessary . . . I’ll see you around,” I shout back, then shake my head to myself, burying my face in my hands. I don’t know what came over me—I’ve never been aggressive before, but it’s like I couldn’t help myself.
Hearing a thump, I wonder what it is; then I hear his quietly growled words through the wood. “This isn’t over, baby, not by a long shot. I’ll see you tonight.”
He will not be seeing me tonight or ever for that matter. Tonight I’m going to my sisters’, where I plan on staying until I can find a new place to live . . . preferably in another country. I’ve always wanted to teach abroad, so this is the perfect excuse to finally move to Paris and put those eight years of French I took to good use. While I’m there I will spend my days working and my nights trying to forget about Levi and the fact that he gave me the most devastatingly beautiful kiss of my life. With that plan in my mind, I head for my room to get ready for work.