Total pages in book: 130
Estimated words: 126602 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 633(@200wpm)___ 506(@250wpm)___ 422(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 126602 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 633(@200wpm)___ 506(@250wpm)___ 422(@300wpm)
“I don’t think that’s any of your business.”
“It involves him.” Shayla tipped her chin at me, but kept looking at Logan. “That makes it my business. You can go ahead and finish up with your conversation. I’ll just be right here while you do that. Armed and ready.”
My brows lifted.
“Jesus. Is she for real?” Logan muttered at my back.
Going by the looks of her, I’d say yeah, she was for real right now. And I was officially confused as fuck.
“Shayla, what are you doin’?” I asked again, my voice growing rougher and louder, which pried her eyes off Logan and got me her full attention. “Why do you look ready to take out Logan’s sight with that shit?” I gestured at the can.
She shrugged. “I wanted to be prepared. You know, just in case.”
“Just in case, what?”
“Just in case I see you looking angry or upset again, like you did when I pulled up.”
I blinked.
She was ready to blind Logan for me?
As if hearing my thoughts, Shayla jerked her chin and announced, “It’s cool. I got your back.”
My mouth twitched. Goddamn, this girl.
“Oh, this is precious,” Logan commented with laughter in his voice.
Ignoring Logan, I stepped in front of Shayla, watching those big, doelike eyes dilate as she tipped her head up. “You saw us, saw me pissed off, and thought I needed protectin’?” I asked her.
“Yes,” she whispered.
“And instead of calling out first or, fuck, I don’t know, walkin’ your ass over here and askin’ what was goin’ on, you grabbed your idea of a weapon and armed yourself?”
“Like that can is gonna take me out,” Logan muttered behind me. “I’m a big man, sweetheart.”
Shayla leaned to peer around me. “Is that a challenge?” she asked.
I grabbed her shoulders and righted her while Logan kept laughing, thoroughly enjoying this exchange. “Babe, what the fuck?” I looked into Shayla’s eyes. “You automatically go into attack mode for me? Why?”
“I don’t know any other way to be. Not about you. I can’t help it.”
My chest expanded with a breath.
Fuck me.
Always doing shit like this, shit I didn’t deserve. Caring for me. Looking out. Willing to go up against anyone if it meant having my back.
I bent down to get closer to her, rasping, “Why?”
“I can’t help it,” she repeated on a whisper. “I can’t, Sean. I’ll protect you first, ask questions later. Always. I’ll take on anyone. I don’t care.”
“Fuck,” I growled, cupping her face and getting even closer, needing closer. “Shayla…”
She started breathing sharp and hurried. “Sean…”
“Jesus. Let me leave before you do that shit,” Logan grated.
I pulled back and looked at him.
He gazed at Shayla, eyes slightly amused, then he looked at me. “Two weeks, Sean. That’s all the time I can give you. I’m sorry,” he said.
Knowing I couldn’t say shit to change his mind, and I was stuck to eat this, I jerked my chin. “Yeah, all right.”
“I’ll talk to you soon.” Logan glanced at Shayla once more, shook his head while laughing low, then walked to his truck parked behind her.
“Two weeks for what?” Shayla asked me as the truck started up.
Logan held his hand out the window and pulled off, disappearing down the street.
“Sean?”
I peered down at Shayla, staring into her eyes as my thumb moved over her cheek.
She went perfectly still. She even quit breathing.
I knew I wasn’t good enough to touch her like this. I wasn’t good enough to be this close to her either. And I sure as fuck wasn’t good enough for the taste I was wanting more than I wanted a lot things.
I watched as she wet her lips, knowing I wasn’t good enough to be watching her do that either, but I didn’t care. That was the problem.
Right now, I just did not fucking care.
Fuck it. Fuck it all.
Sliding my hand to the back of her head, I slammed my mouth down on hers.
And finally, finally, I got that taste.
Chapter Fifteen
SHAYLA
Oh, God.
Oh, holy God, he was kissing me.
Sean was kissing me.
Sean Molina, the man I was completely insane for and wanted more than I could remember wanting anything in all my twenty-three years of life, had his tongue inside my mouth.
I was going to lose my ever-loving mind.
Scratch that. Nope. I lost it.
I lost it right then and there.
That was the only explanation for the way I was reacting to this kiss.
“Yes,” I moaned while simultaneously climbing up his body and tearing at what we were both wearing. My one hand shoved up his shirt, touching his stomach, his chest, and my other hand worked at the button on my jeans while I hitched my legs around him.
I was crazy. I was trying to strip us right there in the middle of his yard so we could get skin to skin in front of his entire neighborhood.
And I didn’t care one bit who saw us or if we both got arrested for indecent exposure.