Total pages in book: 89
Estimated words: 85838 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 429(@200wpm)___ 343(@250wpm)___ 286(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 85838 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 429(@200wpm)___ 343(@250wpm)___ 286(@300wpm)
Holy shit.
That’s so much better than the first speech. I feel…electric. Like I just hit a home run. Maddox looks like he can’t believe his luck. He reaches his hand across the console, grasping mine. The second our fingers touch, tingles shoot down my spine.
Well, guess I am that easy.
Almost. “I do want to spend the night with you. But I want to spend tomorrow night with you too. I don’t want another one-night stand,” I say, holding back the rest of my confession—I want every night with you.
“Yes. I want that too,” he says, breathless as he leans closer to me, his free hand playing with the buttons on my shirt, making me shiver. “Tonight, tomorrow, as long as you’re here. And then after that too. Next week. Next month. I want whatever you’ll give. I don’t know exactly how to make this work. I have some ideas. Been working through some plans. I want to share them with you, but I can’t really think straight right now because I’m so fucking crazy for you, and I just want to touch you again.”
I went into the restaurant tonight seeking closure. Instead, I found an opening to my future.
Our future.
Joy and desire fill me up, a glass overflowing. That’s what this man does to me—he stirs up brand-new emotions I never want to let go of. I don’t want to let go of him.
“Maddox,” I say in a dirty rumble.
“Zane,” he says, trembling with desire too.
With my free hand, I reach for his gorgeous face, cup his jaw. “I didn’t ever plan to go clubbing in New York.”
With a soft smile, he says, “I know.”
My heart flutters and I haul him in for a kiss. But I stop before I brush my lips to his. “Say you’re mine,” I command.
His breath flutters across his lush lips. “I’m yours.”
Then, when I’m about to kiss my man, he surprises me. Faster than I expected, he seals his mouth to mine. I part my lips, opening for him. He takes my kiss, gliding his lips across mine, exploring me with his tongue.
The kiss is the full-body kind. I feel the pleasure of it slide down my back, curl through my legs, stretch to my toes. Then settle in my groin, where I ache for him.
He squeezes my fingers harder in our joined hands, then kisses me deeper. I lean back against the headrest, taking his kiss, feeling wanted.
When he breaks the kiss, he runs a finger along my top lip. “And you’re mine.”
I smile. “Yup.” Then I glance at the clock. “Drive, Mad. Drive fucking now.”
With a wicked grin, he pulls out of the parking spot quickly, cruises through the side streets. Seven endless minutes later, he pulls up to a steel-gray house, cuts the engine, and gets out of the car.
When we reach his porch, I stop him before he can unlock the door. “Maddox,” I say.
“Yes?”
“Take out your phone,” I command.
He grabs it from his back pocket, waits eagerly.
“Open your texts.”
With a curious glint in his eyes, he complies. “Done.”
“Now send a group text to all your clients. Hey there. Just letting you know I’ll be unavailable for the next”—I pause, check the time—“twelve hours.”
With a smug smile, he types, then shows it to me.
“Good. But I forgot one detail that I want you to add.”
“What is it?”
I wiggle my fingers. He hands me the phone. I type, then show him the amended message.
Hey there. Just letting you know I’ll be unavailable for the next twelve hours. I’ll be tied up.
His eyes sparkle, and he hits send.
30
SAY IT
Maddox
Once we’re inside my house, Zane grabs my shoulders, kisses me ferociously for a few decadent minutes, then wrenches apart. His eyes are hard. “Did you forget me?”
I shake my head, adamant. “As if I could.”
“You sure about that?”
“Positive,” I say firmly.
“Did you get off to me?”
“All the time. We do everything in my fantasies.”
That earns me a firm, hard kiss. “Been thinking about how I want to have you tonight.”
“Maybe share some of those ideas,” I tease.
But there’s no mischief returned in his eyes—only a stark honesty that erases my smile. Then he says, “Bare. I’ve never done that. I’m negative.”
I heat from the intensity of his gaze, the truth of his declaration. We’re starting something real, no matter the risks, no matter the challenges to our careers. Well, mostly mine now. We haven’t worked out the practical details yet. I haven’t shared all the possible plans I’ve been sorting through. But they all begin and end with this—us. “I’m negative too,” I say, desperately. “I want to feel you raw. Any way you want to have me.”
Zane presses his forehead to mine, whispers out a potent, “Yes.”
That one word feels like it’s ours tonight. Like we’re both finally saying yes at last, yes in every way to this undeniable, irresistible connection that sparked hot and bright the night we met.