Total pages in book: 86
Estimated words: 82112 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 411(@200wpm)___ 328(@250wpm)___ 274(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 82112 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 411(@200wpm)___ 328(@250wpm)___ 274(@300wpm)
Two Months and One Week Ago
My mood soured as I pulled up outside the run-down trailer Haisley lived in.
When I’d brought her home last week, it had been like a fucking punch in the gut to see this was where she lived. I didn’t know her then. Just that she was the most beautiful girl I’d ever seen. I had wanted to take her home with me and away from this.
Five dates later, and that desire was getting stronger. Every damn time I had to leave her here, I hated it.
The door to the trailer opened, and she stepped out, looking like a fucking dream. My distaste for where she lived was forgotten when her eyes met mine and a smile curled her lips.
Silky, long jet-black hair draped over one of her bare shoulders. The orange halter top showed off way too much skin. Smooth, fucking perfect olive skin. My eyes dropped to her stomach before traveling down to the short, faded denim skirt she was wearing. Legs for fucking days, then a pair of black Converse. Damn, she took sexy to a whole new level. The small duffel bag in her hand made me even more ready to get her in this truck.
I stepped out to go open the passenger side for her and take her bag. Opening doors for women was something that I’d been raised to do, but I’d be lying if I said I wasn’t doing it to touch her and inhale that coconut scent that clung to her. It drove me crazy.
As I stood in front of the door, she made her way to me. My eyes were fucking glued to her every move. When she stopped a few feet from me, I raised my eyebrows.
“You’re gonna have to get closer than that to get in the truck,” I teased her.
Her long, dark lashes lowered as a shy smile touched her lips. She took a few more steps until I could reach out and grab her waist to pull her up against me. Her mouth slightly parted as she let out a small gasp. I was fascinated with her lower lip. It was fuller than the top. I wanted to suck on it like I had last night.
Lowering my head, I ran my nose up her neck and inhaled that sweet scent. Her body shivered. Closing my eyes, I forced myself to stop before I had her pressed up against my truck with my hands all over her, right here for everyone to see. I reached for the bag and took it from her hand.
“Get in the truck,” I whispered against her ear, then stepped back and held her hand as she climbed up.
My eyes devoured her toned legs and round ass until she was settled in the seat. Winking at her, I tossed her bag in the backseat, then closed the door and headed to get back in the driver’s seat.
I turned my head to look at her before backing out of the dirt road that went between the fifteen trailers on this piece of overgrown property.
“You look beautiful,” I told her.
She gently bit that fat bottom lip of hers, and I wanted to groan. I watched, unable to look away while she let it pop free from her perfect white teeth.
“Thank you,” she replied softly.
After dropping her off that first day, I’d asked her out. I’d taken her to ride horses at our stables twice, we’d gone to the movies, we’d gone canoeing, I’d taken her to several of my favorite restaurants—all within seven days’ time. We’d seen each other every day, except yesterday. She’d worked thirteen hours, cleaning houses, and since her mom was working a night shift, she had to go home to cook dinner for her siblings.
We talked on the phone from eleven that night until three this morning. When I’d had to be at the stables at six with only three hours sleep, I still hadn’t regretted it. Hearing her voice was better than nothing.
“I put my swimsuit on under my clothes—that is, if we’re still swimming,” she told me.
My gaze traveled over her again, and the fact that her bikini was strapless had my mind going to places I wasn’t sure she was ready for yet.
“We are,” I replied, shifting my attention back to turning the truck around and pulling back onto the main road.
“I can’t believe you’ve never been to the springs. We’ve got so many around here.” Although I wasn’t taking her to the springs that I used to spend time at. There would be too many people there. I didn’t want to share her, and the idea of her wearing a bikini in front of other guys didn’t sit well with me.
“I don’t typically have fun,” she replied. “This week … with you, has been new for me.”