Total pages in book: 180
Estimated words: 179189 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 896(@200wpm)___ 717(@250wpm)___ 597(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 179189 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 896(@200wpm)___ 717(@250wpm)___ 597(@300wpm)
The air is thick with desire and unspoken thoughts, and I can’t help but wonder if I’m the only one feeling this. When I look at him, his hands are running up and down his legs, fidgeting with the fabric. It’s as if he doesn’t know what to do or say either. Like neither of us knows how to break the uncomfortable silence.
And before you know it, we’ve arrived at my home, paid the cab driver, and walked up the stairs. We’ve not said a word since we left the Lagoon. And to be honest, I wouldn’t even know what to say.
He was right. I am a bad liar.
Why? Because I only wanted to leave so we wouldn’t actually go to third base, and I told him something completely different. I bet he knows.
I can see it in his eyes, in the way he looks at me. They’re … different. Insatiable.
And the moment I stick my keys into my lock and open the door, I sigh and turn around, opening my mouth to say something.
“Thanks for coming to the Lagoon with me tonight.”
“Thanks for showing me your awesome design tonight.”
We spoke at the same time.
I snort and hide a laugh in my hand while he shakes his head, muffling a laugh.
“You’re welcome,” he says.
“I had a good time,” I say.
His hand rests on the doorframe as he says, “Me too. Even if it was supposed to be all work, we’re allowed to have fun every once in a while.”
“We are?” I raise a brow.
“Anything I say goes,” he muses, winking.
I grin, clutching my purse close, not wanting him to leave.
“You did well, Lesley. I can’t wait to see more.”
“Thanks. I appreciate it.”
I bite my lip, looking down at my feet and wondering if I should invite him in.
“I’ll see you at work then?” he says, licking his lips in a way that makes me want to grab him and lick them too.
“Uh, yeah,” I say, gulping up a short breath. “Of course.”
He smiles, his eyes so warm and … seductive. “You looked lovely tonight.”
My cheeks turn red, and I want to smack myself for being so shy all of a sudden. This is so not me. I’m not the girl who fawns over a man and look at me now, turning into a puddle.
I don’t want to admit it, but he is seriously the funniest, sexiest man I know right now.
And the way he’s looking at me right now makes me wanna pull him inside.
Maybe he’s thinking the same thing because he’s not leaving.
“Good night, Lesley,” he says, and my heart drops into my shoes.
He turns around. “Good night,” I reply, wishing he’d touch me one last time. Maybe then I’d finally be able to stop.
But I can’t.
And neither can he.
Because before I know it, he’s spun on his heels, grabbed my face, and kissed me hard and wild.
Chapter 11
TJ
I can’t stop.
I should.
But I can’t.
No matter how many times I tried tonight, I couldn’t turn away.
Not when I went to the Lagoon to meet her.
Not when I got into that cab with her.
Not when I walked her upstairs to her apartment.
And not now.
I’ve wanted her since day one.
Since those fierce feet set foot in my office and demanded a job.
Since those fiery eyes commanded attention.
Since I found out who she truly was.
That girl … I want that girl.
The unapologetic, spicy, never-afraid-to-back-down girl.
She riles me up to no end, and tonight, I’ll finally have her.
I can’t say no anymore. Not to myself. Not to her.
I know she’s been longing. From the moment I saw her looking at me with those bold eyes, I knew she wanted me. I could taste her needs, lingering in the air she left behind. She lured me in with her scent and caught me in her sweet, delicious trap.
And I can’t … fucking … stop … kissing her.
She tastes so good. So wrong. So fucking sinful.
I feel so bad for doing this, but I do it anyway. Some things you just can’t deny yourself.
Or her, for that matter, because she’s kissing me back just as hard.
Our lips can’t let go of each other as her arms wrap around my neck and my arms fold around her back. I want her close, so close I can feel her body against mine, so I can feel her nipples tighten against my chest … so she can feel my cock growing with anticipation.
And I can’t fucking stop.
My mouth only unlatches to take a breath, and then it’s on again, devouring her mouth with every stroke of the tongue. With every kiss, the need to take her grows, and I can’t ignore it anymore. I want, no, need to have her.
Screw the consequences. Damn whoever says we can’t do this.
I want it. And now I’m grabbing what’s mine. End of story.