Total pages in book: 104
Estimated words: 102016 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 510(@200wpm)___ 408(@250wpm)___ 340(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 102016 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 510(@200wpm)___ 408(@250wpm)___ 340(@300wpm)
She licks her lips. “It was a joke, Bridger. Obviously, I read too many spicy books.”
That has my eyebrows climbing. “We have so many things to talk about when I get you alone.”
She smiles at me, her lips mere inches from mine. “I can’t wait.”
Chapter Six
DANI
Idon’t think I’ve ever had a better time on a date in my whole life. Granted, between the trauma from Angela’s bullying and my dad’s abuse, studying, and working to support myself through college—trying to heal with a therapist—I didn’t date much. I’m no virgin, but no one has ever made me feel like everything I say is important, or that they’re happy just to be with me. The conversation has never flowed so easily. I’ve never felt so valued. Valuable.
No one has ever made me feel so…good.
I loved teasing Bridger at dinner, and when I made the joke about calling him daddy, well, I’ll be laughing about that for a long time. The shock on his face was just hilarious. But then he made it sexy by coming around the table to whisper in my ear, and every nerve ending in my body sat up and took notice.
Holy crap, the things that Bridger does to me.
And he stayed there. He didn’t go back across the table. He pulled his plate over and sat by my side for the rest of the meal. He’d steal a touch or a quick kiss to my cheek, and I ignored the other people there, whether I knew them or not, and simply enjoyed him.
I don’t know why I suddenly felt unsure and self-conscious again earlier today, especially after we had such a nice dinner on Monday, but Bridger put any lingering doubts out of my mind.
And it feels amazing, if not surreal, given I never thought we’d get here.
Bridger pulls into his driveway and turns to me. “Wait for me.”
Happily, I nod and stay in my seat as he walks around the truck and opens my door, leans across me to unbuckle my belt, pressing a kiss to my cheek in the process, and then he takes my hand and guides me out of the vehicle.
I move to walk toward my own house, but he gives my hand a little tug, and I glance up at him.
“Come inside with me, sweetheart.” His gaze is intense, his hand firm around mine, and I absolutely, without a doubt, am not ready to go home.
“Sure.”
He unlocks the front door and then leads me inside his house, and once the door is closed, he crowds me against it. One hand moves up to my cheek and the other leans on the door, and his face is so close to mine, I can feel the heat of his skin.
Finally, this man is going to kiss me.
“You’re so fucking beautiful,” he whispers before those lips are on mine, and I can’t help the moan that escapes my throat as my hands cling to his back and his tongue urges my mouth open. He tastes like tea and the ice cream we shared after dinner, and I just want to climb him.
I feel like I’ve waited my whole life for this moment. To be here with this man.
His five o’clock shadow feels delicious against my skin, and I just can’t get enough of him.
But he pulls back, his dark eyes bright with lust, and he’s as out of breath as I am. “Holy shit.”
“Yeah.” I lick my lower lip, still tasting him there, and my eyes fall to his lips. “Wow.”
“Sweetheart, if you don’t—”
“I do.” I grin up at him as his hands glide down my back and grip my rear, lifting me so I can wrap my legs around his waist. My fingers plunge into his thick, dark hair, and there’s really nothing I’ve ever wanted more in this life than Bridger. “I really do.”
“Thank Christ.”
I’m vaguely aware of him carrying me through the house, but I’m too busy kissing him. My arms are locked around his neck, and his fingertips are digging into my butt, so close to that extra sensitive place between my legs.
Bridger lowers me to my feet, and one of his hands fists in my hair at the nape, holding me where he wants me as his mouth continues to plunder mine, as if I’m the feast that he can’t get enough of.
We may have been interrupted all week when it came to getting our lips on each other, but he’s making up for it now, and it’s so much more than what I could have imagined.
My hands are under his shirt, on his smooth, warm skin. His stomach is hard, his abs defined, and I can’t wait to see them, so I nudge his shirt up, and I feel him smile against my lips.
“In a hurry?” He’s kissing down my jawline, making me shiver.