Total pages in book: 89
Estimated words: 90682 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 453(@200wpm)___ 363(@250wpm)___ 302(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 90682 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 453(@200wpm)___ 363(@250wpm)___ 302(@300wpm)
My eyes go to her lips.
Her eyes seem to go to mine.
And just like that, she’s across the center console, damn near in my lap, my arms reaching for her waist to pull her closer.
We’ve only kissed once, and it was while we were half asleep, in the morning, fueled by lingering dreams and half-coherence. This kiss is different. This time, we’re wide awake and in tune.
As least I am.
I pull back for a second to simply look at her as my hands cup her face; my eyes drinking in her pouty bottom lip and her wide eyes. That perky nose with the few freckles at the bridge you’d only see this up close.
Her soft lips are parted.
We kiss again.
Not one of those frantic, hurried kisses where you want to rip the person's clothes off. It’s the tender, exploring kind. The kind you’re not sure about even though you know you want it.
The kind you know you might even regret.
A goodbye kiss, almost.
Yeah, that’s what this is: a goodbye kiss because neither of us can move. We can’t date each other. She’s in Illinois, and I’m about to be in Texas, and even though I can afford to fly her back and forth, and I can fly back and forth, Posey isn’t the type of woman who would put up with that shit.
She’s the type of woman who wants to go grocery shopping for date night; take a walk about the block a few times to get her steps in and pet dogs as they pass us on the sidewalk. Do shit like catch a movie on a day it’s supposed to rain.
Posey is the marrying kind.
And I’m…
Leaving in a few days.
And I…
Live in a fucking bubble. Nothing is ever just mine, nothing is sacred, nothing is simple.
So I’m going to enjoy this fucking kiss with Posey if it’s the last thing I fucking do, and pardon my swearing.
There’s a knock on the window.
Shit.
It’s Mrs. Galvin, and she looks stunned. “You said she was your cousin!” she damn near shrieks at the pair of us through the rolled-up window.
Faster than you can say “go away, Mrs. Galvin,” Posey rears away from me to the other side of the cab.
“Oh my God!” She slides down in the seat in an attempt to hide, covering her face with the baseball cap. “Oh my God, she saw us, and I told her you were my cousin! Ew! This is so embarrassing.”
“Serves her right for spyin’.’” I roll my eyes so hard that the old woman? Her mouth falls open. “That old bat knows damn well you’re not my cousin. She implied as much when she was extorting tickets from me.”
I unlock the door and push it open, stepping out into the dark night.
“Hey, Mrs. G—whatcha doin’ up so late?” I check the watch on my wrist. “It’s eleven o’clock.”
“I’m a night owl. Don’t worry about what I’m doing up so late. Worry about why you’ve got your hands on this sweet girl.”
Sweet girl? She’s obviously never heard Posey get pissed off once someone has eaten her cake without asking.
“Hey, Mrs. Galvin, um, is everything okay?” Posey comes around the front of the truck, arms folded across her chest, attempting to look as if she hadn’t just been kissing me in the dark—attempting to look worried for the neighbor lady.
“I’m fine. You should be inside. It’s late.”
“No offense, ma’am, but we just drove two hours from seein’ my brothers, not that it’s any of your business.”
Her mouth falls open farther, and Posey swats at my arm.
“We’re just going inside. If you need anything, let me know.” My sexy little roomie grabs my forearm and drags me toward the porch, up the steps, to the back door.
“Or don’t. Don’t let us know,” I grumble as Posey unlocks the door.
“You’re so grouchy sometimes,” she tells me as she tosses the keys on the kitchen counter and kicks off her shoes at the same time.
“Grouchy? Was I actin’ grouchy in the car when you had your lips all over mine?”
Posey laughs, walking toward the dining room. “Um, you had your lips all over mine—that wasn’t my idea.” She glances over her shoulder at me, and I catch it as she rounds the corner, heading toward the stairs. “Besides. The kiss was just…okay.”
Ex-fucking-cuse me!
The kiss was just okay?
“You’re lyin’.”
I’m at the bottom of the stairs as she flips her long ponytail. “Try harder next time.”
Try harder next time?
What the.
That little…
“You better run, little darlin’.” I take the stairs two by two, and by the time she realizes I’m in hot pursuit, she lets out a scream, laughing as she darts to the bedroom—
My bedroom.
I swoop down and scoop her up, twirling her around; her arms go around my neck, and our mouths meet, hot and frantic this time. Our tongues clash, lips pressed together, this urgency stronger than it was before as her fingers dig into my scalp.