Total pages in book: 117
Estimated words: 113996 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 570(@200wpm)___ 456(@250wpm)___ 380(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 113996 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 570(@200wpm)___ 456(@250wpm)___ 380(@300wpm)
Disappointment soared through me. She spent the night. And she spent it in Bull’s bed.
“Nice,” I murmured, taking a step away from him.
Bull looked at the blonde walking out the door and then back at me. “I think you and I should talk before you go and put two and two together and come up with five.”
“Is that right?”
“Let’s talk in my office.”
“No need. I think I’ve got this figured out all by myself.”
But Bull fixed me with a pointed stare that told me the conversation in his office was happening whether I liked it or not.
“Fine,” I replied, my face stiff.
I followed him out of the bar and down the hallway, hating the uneasiness tingling at the base of my spine as my head started to boil with images of him and the blonde girl.
Once inside his office, he leaned against his desk. “It’s not what you think.”
I shrugged. The best thing I could do was show him that it didn’t matter to me if he’d been balls deep in the blonde. Then go home and smack myself for being so stupid.
“You don’t owe me any explanation.”
“But you want one.”
“Not in the slightest.”
“You’re not jealous?”
“Hardly.”
He stood up and slowly walked toward me. “So it wouldn’t bother you if I said I spent the night with her?”
My teeth snapped together and my jaw ticked. Going by the sudden flush of heat washing over my body, it appeared I would mind.
I would mind very, very much.
But before I had the chance to deny it, Bull closed the gap between us. “That’s what I thought.”
He pulled me to him and crashed his lips to mine, stealing my breath and making me see stars. His kiss was hot and demanding, his lips deliciously sweet, his tongue just as masterful as I remembered it.
But I pushed him away.
Jerk.
“Don’t think for a second that you get to spend all night with her, and then get to kiss me like that.”
His eyes gleamed predatorily as he pulled me back to his powerful body. “You know I didn’t fuck her,” he said, his voice smoky and dangerous. “And you know I didn’t spend the night with her.” When I tried to pull away from him, he held me tighter. “That the only woman I’m interested in fucking is the one I’m about to.”
I resisted him. The nerve of him. The arrogance.
“Then who is she, and why is she making your bed?”
Amusement tugged at his lips.
“Her name is Melanie. She’s Hawke’s sister. She drank a little too much and stayed in my room.”
“With you?”
“After I left your place last night I went home, jerked off while fantasizing about your beautiful body, and with your name on my lips when I came. So, no. Not with me.”
My eyes narrowed, despite the thrill of excitement his words sent through me.
“You know, for someone who isn’t jealous, you’re pretty aggressive.”
“And you’re an arrogant—” His mouth sealed over mine again. I resisted at first, but his kiss was demanding and warm, and the way he moved his lips over mine was too inviting to fight.
When he pulled away, his eyes roamed over my face, searching, looking for a sign of hesitation. When he found none, he pulled me back to him and tangled his fingers through my hair, tilting my head back to seal his mouth over mine again. I had surrendered. I wasn’t strong enough to fight it anymore. I wanted him. I wanted him so bad I could barely stand it.
“Tell me, dammit,” he demanded huskily. And when I didn’t reply, he tangled his fingers tighter into my hair. “Tell me you want me.”
I moaned, feeling the delicious tension in my scalp. “Yes…yes…I want you.”
He groaned and kissed me again, getting me high on his sweet lips and the deep licks of his tongue into my mouth.
He walked us backward, feverishly kissing me, and when he dropped into his luxurious desk chair, I climbed onto his lap and spread my thighs on either side of him, the move placing my aching clit right onto the erection growing behind his zipper.
He growled when I started to grind against him, shamelessly rubbing against him as we kissed desperately.
I had weeks of pent-up sexual craving aching to get out. Weeks of wanting him. My body so ready for whatever he could give me.
I kissed him fiercely, hungrily, losing myself in the tension building in me. His cock was hard, and I was throbbing as I moved against it.
God, I’m going to come.
The thought both excited and mortified me, but I had no intention of stopping. It was too late. His groans, the sounds of us kissing, the thick erection behind his zipper…it was all making me crazy. I started to whimper.
When he saw that I was going to unravel on top of him, Bull grabbed the back of my thighs and held me against the rigid outline of his erection, the move forcing my panties to rub harder against it. He started to move, little thrusts of his hips, which pushed me over the edge.