Total pages in book: 35
Estimated words: 33764 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 169(@200wpm)___ 135(@250wpm)___ 113(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 33764 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 169(@200wpm)___ 135(@250wpm)___ 113(@300wpm)
I’d waited a long time for this.
We both had, so I’d made reservations at a nice spot in the city. Something a little fancier than my norm, but I wanted to make our night special. And I couldn’t deny that I was looking forward to seeing her all dolled up. It was a thought that had me pressing my foot against the accelerator and racing through the outskirts of town.
When I got to her house, I parked and wasted no time heading up to her front porch. I knocked, and it felt like an eternity before I heard her shout, “Coming!”
Seconds later, the door opened, and the sight of her took my breath. Her long, brown hair was curled and down around her shoulders, and she was wearing a pair of black jeans that hugged her curves in all the right places and an oversized white sweater that brought out the brown in her eyes. She looked incredible. “Hey.”
“Hey.” I let my eyes drift over her as I said, “You look beautiful.”
“Thanks.” Her beautiful, pouty lips slowly curved into a sexy smile as her dark brown eyes met with mine. “You look good, too. Really good.”
“Glad you think so,” I chuckled. “You ready?”
“So, where are we headed?”
“I made us reservations in the city.”
“Oh, okay.”
Something about her tone led me to say, “Unless you’d rather do something else?”
“No, that’s fine.”
“Not looking for fine, babe. I wanted to do something special for you.”
“But I don’t need special. I just need to be with you, and we don’t have to drive an hour to the city to do that.”
“So, what are you thinking?”
“We could go to Danvers for a burger, or we could go to your place and order take out.”
I blinked, surprised but not entirely against the idea. “You sure?”
“I’m sure.” Her cheeks flushed, and damn if it didn’t make her even more stunning. “I just want to spend time with you. Doesn’t really matter where.”
While she was grown up now and absolutely beautiful, deep down, she was still the same Beck. She still had that same fire in her eyes, and I couldn’t get enough of her. Unable to resist, I slipped my arm around her and pulled her over to me, claiming her mouth.
The kiss instantly became heated, intensifying my need for her. I took several steps forward until Beck’s back was pressed against her front door. My hands slid down to her ass, lifting her off the ground. Her legs instinctively made their way around my waist, and the heat of her body set me on fire.
An overwhelming need to extinguish the burn had me struggling to contain my craving for her. I’d never wanted anyone as much as I wanted her in that moment. My lips left her mouth and slowly traveled down her long, slender neck. Beck moaned with pleasure as her fingers raked through my hair and down the back of my neck. Her hips rocked against me, making my cock grow harder, prying against the zipper of my jeans.
We hadn’t even made it out to the truck, and we were already losing control. I lowered her to the floor and took a step back, breaking our embrace. I looked down at her with a smile and said, “You’re something else, you know that?”
She gave me a playful shrug as she asked, “So, is that a yes?”
“Oh, yeah. It’s definitely a yes.” I chuckled, already reaching for my phone to cancel the reservation. “The question is... pizza or Chinese?”
She grinned. “Pizza sounds great.”
I leaned in, brushing a quick kiss to her lips before reaching for her hand. I led her across the yard and into my house. Beck had never been there before, so she took a few minutes to look around. I watched her take in my sparse décor and worn furniture, along with the various bookshelves stacked with books and random odds and ends. A soft smile crossed her face when she spotted my old guitar leaning in the corner. “I remember when you used to play at the clubhouse.”
“I haven’t touched it in years.”
“That’s a shame. You used to play so well.”
“I might have to pick it up again.”
“You should,” she said softly, and I couldn’t help but smile back. “I love your house. It’s so nice and cozy. It reminds me of you.”
“Not sure what to think about that, but thanks. It’s a work in progress.” I led her into the living room as I asked, “You hungry?”
“Sure.”
I placed the order, and then we kicked off our shoes and Beck curled up on the couch beside me. She rested her head on my shoulder as we searched for the perfect movie. For the first time in a long while, I felt like everything was right in the world—and it was about to get even better.