Total pages in book: 44
Estimated words: 42306 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 212(@200wpm)___ 169(@250wpm)___ 141(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 42306 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 212(@200wpm)___ 169(@250wpm)___ 141(@300wpm)
The closer I get to the small building, the harder it becomes to contain my anger. Once there, I grab hold of the handle and yank with all my might. The door crashes against the wall before reverberating on its hinges. Levi startles, nearly jumping from the couch where he sits next to Poppy, before staring at me with wide eyes.
“Out!” I growl, jerking a thumb over my shoulder.
His brows slam together as his face scrunches. “Coach?”
“Get. Out.” I grit those two words through clenched teeth. If the kid doesn’t get his carcass moving, I’ll gladly do it for him.
He shoots Poppy a questioning look as if she has any say in the matter.
“You should probably go,” she murmurs. “We’ll talk later.”
Yeah…that won’t be happening.
Levi flicks his gaze to me again, and I see the anger and confusion swimming around in his green depths. What’s also clear is that he’s desperate to argue.
When I take a menacing step toward him, he reluctantly rises to his feet before staring down at Poppy. That same look of longing that filled his expression at the garage returns. All it does is piss me off more than I already am.
“I’ll catch you later,” he mutters.
“Sounds good.” She gives him a small smile.
With a glare, he jerks his head into a tight nod before stalking past me. Once he’s crossed over the threshold, he stops, jerking around to stare at her again. Just as he opens his mouth, I slam the door in his face.
Poppy’s eyes flare wide as one hand rises to her lips. “I can’t believe you just did that,” she whispers. “What’s wrong with you?”
“Quite a bit.” That—unfortunately—isn’t a lie. I’m totally messed up in the head, and it has everything to do with the curvy blonde that refuses to be expelled from my brain. Before she can lay into me, I snap, “What the hell were you two doing alone in here?”
The shock clouding her expression fades as her lips twist into a scowl. “Nothing that concerns you.” Anger floods her tone. “You might not believe this, but I’m a grown woman who can do what she wants.”
I tilt my head and hold her glare as sparks of blue fire shoot from her eyes. I don’t think I’ve ever seen her look more beautiful than she does at this moment, bristling with fury. All right, that’s not true. The way she looked spread out naked on the counter in the garage is an image that will forever haunt me. No matter how many years pass by, it’s not one I’ll forget.
“Wanna bet?”
And then I’m on the move, stalking toward her. When I’m close enough, my hand shoots out, wrapping around her bicep and dragging her from the couch. As soon as she crashes into my chest, my arms snake around her body, locking her to me until I can feel every soft curve pressed against my harder lines.
What is it about this girl that drives me so fucking crazy?
I’m not used to my emotions simmering so close to the surface.
Or wanting someone like this.
“Actually, I would. You’ve been perfectly clear about not being interested.”
“I never said I wasn’t interested,” I ground out reluctantly. “What I said is that you’re too damn young for me and your father is my boss.”
Her brows rise in challenge. “Neither one of those things has changed.”
“Oh, trust me, I’m aware of that fact.”
Her gaze stays pinned to mine. With the door closed, the music and voices from outside become muted. Her breathing picks up its tempo as the pulse beneath the delicate flesh of her throat flutters wildly.
“Is it just Levi you have a problem with or guys in general?”
The answer shoots out of my mouth before I can stop it. “Guys in general.”
“That’s going to be a problem. One you’ll have to deal with.”
“You’re absolutely right,” I agree. “I need to deal with the situation.”
With that, my mouth crashes onto hers. Instead of opening under the firm pressure like I expect, her lips stay pressed together. A growl rumbles up from deep within my chest that she’s even attempting to deny me her sweetness.
When I nip her lower lip with sharp teeth, she yelps. As soon as her mouth opens, my tongue delves inside to tangle with her own. Her hands slip between us before her palms flatten against my chest.
Instead of pushing me away, her fingers curl into the fabric of my T-shirt, attempting to drag me closer. Electricity sizzles in the air around us, and the party raging on the other side of the wall fades to the background. It’s impossible to think about anything other than the feel of her in my arms.
As our tongues continue to stroke, my fingers drift to the hem of her shirt before clenching the fabric and dragging it over her head. Not once do the ramifications enter my brain as I flick open the button of her shorts and shove them down her hips and thighs. When the material puddles around her ankles, she steps out of them.