The Scramble (Single in Seattle #2.5) Read Online Kristen Proby

Categories Genre: Contemporary, Romance Tags Authors: Series: Single in Seattle Series by Kristen Proby
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Total pages in book: 25
Estimated words: 24578 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 123(@200wpm)___ 98(@250wpm)___ 82(@300wpm)
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“I didn’t mean to make you mad.”

“I’m not.” He swallows and drags his thumb across my cheek. “I just don’t like the label.”

“Then it’s gone.” I lean in to kiss his lips, drinking in the taste of him. “Thanks for this. It’s already beautiful.”

“There’s so much more to come.”

He sits back, and I gasp when I look into the sky once more.

I can’t help myself.

It looks like figures in green and blue dresses dancing through the heavens.

“Oh, my God.”

“Magical, aren’t they?”

“I’ve never seen anything like it.”

“I know.” He clears his throat. When I glance his way, I see that he’s staring at me, not the sky. “I’ve never seen anything like you.”

I don’t try to brush away the compliment or even shyly lower my gaze because I can see that he means every word.

He’s not just trying to get in my pants.

I mean, we’ve already been there and done that.

“I’ve never met anyone like you,” I admit softly. Dylan is someone I could fall in love with if I don’t watch myself. “I’m having a really great week.”

“Excellent.” He’s warm next to me, and when I move to straddle him, he doesn’t stop me.

“I need my mouth on you.” I kiss him, lightly at first, just grazing my lips back and forth. Then, I do the same with my nose over his. His hands tighten on my ass, but he doesn’t urge me to move faster.

He’s patient.

“I love that you’re so thoughtful.” I kiss his cheek. “And kind.” I kiss his ear. “You’re incredibly sexy, and your muscles just go on for days.”

“And here I was going for weeks.”

I chuckle and lick my way down his neck. He sucks in a breath, and his hands push up under my shirt and over my ribs.

“I’ve wanted to make love to you like this all week,” he admits.

“And here we are, with hundreds of people below us in the hotel, under the stars and northern lights, getting naughty.”

“Naughty.” He says it with a grin. “Oh, I like that.”

“I thought you might.”

He takes control of the kiss and urges me onto my back on the futon. His mouth is more urgent, his hands a little greedy as they move over me, sending me into a lusty frenzy.

“Open your eyes,” he commands. When I do, the lights above almost cast a halo around him.

“Wow.”

“I can see them in your eyes,” he whispers, pulling my pants down my legs. We’re burrowed under the covers, getting naked outside, and I don’t even care.

Who am I?

We move fervently now, removing the necessary clothing, and Dylan plucks a condom out of his back jeans pocket before casting the pants aside.

“Always a planner,” I say.

“Hell, yes. I want to fuck you every chance I get.”

God, he makes me feel so beautiful. So desirable.

I don’t ever want this week to end.

Dylan protects us both, pushes inside me, and with our gazes locked, proceeds to make love to me under the most spectacular display in the sky I’ve ever seen. It’s sexy and moving, and when we both climax, we cling to each other.

When his lips tenderly brush mine, and he moves a piece of hair from my cheek, I know without a doubt that this week has changed me.

I’ve fallen in love with him.

I just couldn’t help it.

“Are you okay?” he asks.

“Oh, yeah. You?”

He sighs, still watching me, something in those green eyes that I can’t put a label on.

“I’m fantastic.”

He kisses me again, and then we right ourselves, pull on our clothes, and huddle fully under the blankets to watch the sky.

“I might fall asleep out here,” I admit.

“I don’t think anyone will mind.”

* * * *

“I love brunch,” Sophie announces the next morning. The whole family has gathered in Luke and Nat’s suite for a spread fit for kings and queens.

“How do you eat croissants and still look like that?” Erin asks her. “Is that on your program?”

“Honey, it’s all about moderation. Also, did you know that in Europe—and most other places in the world—bread isn’t bad for you? Don’t even get me started on what goes into our food in the US.”

“Please, don’t get her started,” Sophie’s brother, Liam, says while rolling his eyes. “She won’t shut up, and we’re supposed to be enjoying this.”

I toss a blueberry at Liam. “Hey. Be nice to her. She’s badass.”

“Didn’t say any differently,” Liam says, picking the blueberry off his shirt to eat it.

“I like what Iceland has done for you,” my aunt Meredith says thoughtfully, eating a strawberry. “You’re quick to smile and not so quiet.”

“It’s almost as though we have our old Maddie back,” Aunt Alecia agrees. She’s weaving her daughter Emma’s long dark hair into Viking braids, watching a YouTube tutorial as she goes. “I remember when you were a kiddo. You were so outgoing. So gregarious.”

“Sometimes, annoying,” Drew says, and I flip him the bird. “See? Still annoying.”


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