Total pages in book: 107
Estimated words: 106001 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 530(@200wpm)___ 424(@250wpm)___ 353(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 106001 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 530(@200wpm)___ 424(@250wpm)___ 353(@300wpm)
“I don’t know how to handle that yet, Bridger,” she says, a touch embarrassed maybe over her answer.
“It’s okay. I don’t know how to either,” I admit.
More relief. More deep breaths, this time from both of us.
At last, we’ve voiced the big issue.
Maybe that’s what we need for now. To breathe it out loud, even if we can’t solve it tonight.
I take a small step closer. “Once they left, I started to go home. But I couldn’t even bring myself to hail a cab. For the last hour, I’ve just been wandering around New York, thinking about you, trying to figure out what the hell to do. I didn’t want to text. I didn’t want to call. I just wanted to see you. But I didn’t know if you’d want to see me.”
She softens, her eyes shining. “I always want to see you.” She steps closer, gazing up at me, then she cups my cheeks.
Tingles race down my spine. Her touch is everything I can’t give up. “Always,” she repeats, soft, but confident. She lifts a hand, slides it up my damp shirt. “Even when you’re drenched. Maybe especially when you’re drenched.”
And with that, I have permission to hold her. That’s all I want in the world. I curl my hands around her hips, lift her up. She moves with me, wrapping her legs around my back.
Enchanted barely covers the way I feel for this woman.
My mouth crashes down on hers, and I kiss her like she’s all I’ve thought about all day.
Like she’s all I need tonight.
And like I’m falling so far, so hard, so fast for her, and the last thing I want is to scare her away.
She kisses me back hard. Powerfully. Emotionally. And deeper than she has before.
Here in her foyer, in my rain-ruined clothes and her dry ones, we come back together with a kiss that sends my world spinning out of focus.
Spinning closer to her.
All I want is to get closer to her.
Somehow, we find the will to stop, coming up for air, both panting.
She plucks at my damp shirt. “You look really good after a rainfall, Bridger.”
I laugh. “Glad you like the look.” Then I let go of the laughter, letting it die as I gaze at her with want, with desire, and with the start of a wild hope. “Let’s finish what I started on the desk.”
She nibbles on the corner of her lips, then shivers, arching a brow. “I want that, but you’re a little cold and clammy.”
“Well, we can’t have that.”
She hooks her thumb toward the inside of the apartment. “Go get in the shower. Warm up quickly. Really quickly.”
I take off my shoes and walk to the bathroom, Harlow right behind me.
Once inside the small white room, she hands me a towel. “Hang your clothes up on a hook.” Then she shuts the door.
I take the world’s fastest shower, warming up my cold body so when I touch her, she’ll feel the heat.
I turn off the water, dry off, and wrap the towel around my waist. When I open the bathroom door, she’s perched on the edge of her bed, wearing only her white tank and panties—no more sleep shorts.
I growl in appreciation. “You look incredible.”
“Same to you,” she says, her eyes traveling over my bare chest, then to the towel cinched around my waist. She points at me, circles her finger. “Strip.”
I love her command, but first…this.
“In a second.” I close the distance, stalk over to her, cup her chin. Bending, I bring her face to mine. Kiss her once—a firm, declarative kiss that says I’m here and I’m not leaving. When I break it, I say, “Thank you.”
“I’m really glad you’re here.”
“Me too,” I say, then I let go and take off the towel, dropping it to the floor.
Her breath comes in a staggered gasp as she stares at my naked body.
Stares with a hunger that matches mine.
I reach for her hand, tug her up, and strip off her tank. “Now lie down and spread those beautiful legs so I can feast on you properly.”
With sparkling eyes, she obeys. I crawl between her thighs, tug down her panties, and kiss her once more.
And just like that, we’re back.
She is naked before me and I am in awe.
It is such a privilege to touch her like this. It’s like being given a Stradivarius, something precious and rare, and you must treat it with reverence.
I start slow, listening to her cues. Soon, I am touching her and tasting her again. She responds like a dream, moving like water, sounding like pleasure. She becomes a blissful mix of noise and motion, and then complete abandon as her hands grip my hair and my lips consume her. She arches, then cries out, and nothing, nothing, nothing has ever been better than this.