Total pages in book: 162
Estimated words: 158872 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 794(@200wpm)___ 635(@250wpm)___ 530(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 158872 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 794(@200wpm)___ 635(@250wpm)___ 530(@300wpm)
“I’m not. I’m serious.”
“What are you going to do? Toss her on the floor next time?”
“There won’t be a next time.” I reach over and curl my arm around Molly’s waist, dragging her closer, rumpling her bedspread. In a smooth move, I sweep her up and into my lap, draping her legs over mine and clamping my hand over her thighs to keep her where I want her.
Remy said, “keep the door open.” He didn’t say anything about touching Molly.
“You’ll be the only one in my lap from now on,” I swear.
“Oh, please.” She waves a dismissive hand in front of my face.
I capture her wrist and press her palm against my chest. “I’m serious. Last night was stupid, Muffin. I didn’t know your brother planned to have those girls over. He caught me off-guard.”
Her gaze flits to mine and then away. “You can do whatever you want.”
“I want to be with you. And that’s what I told Remy downstairs a few minutes ago.”
She pulls back, wide, disbelieving eyes trained on mine, her hand still pressed to my chest. “No you didn’t.”
“Have I ever lied to you?”
“How would I know?”
That stings. I’ve always been honest with her. But I also understand she’s still hurt from last night. “You know me, Molly.” I press my fingers under her chin, tipping her head back.
“You really told him?” Her voice picks up a hint of excitement. “I thought you wanted to wait until my birthday?”
“Not after last night. I don’t want to put you through that again. And if I didn’t tell him, he’d—”
“Keep trying to fix you up with other women?”
Fix up sounds a lot kinder than what Remy had actually intended. But I don’t want her to turn her anger on her brother. “Exactly.”
She drops her hand from my chest and hooks two of her fingers around two of mine. She tilts her head, and her lips curve into a shy smile. “So, you and me?”
“You and me,” I confirm. “No more sneaking around.”
“I like how that sounds.” She glances at the open door and a frown creases her brow.
“Your brother slapped a few conditions on us being together,” I explain. “One was leaving the door open.”
“Oh.” She snorts and rolls her eyes. “Figures.”
“So, you got a prom date yet?”
The sweetest pink spreads over her cheeks, and she ducks her head. “No. I’m going with my girl gang. Why?”
“Want to go with me, instead?”
Her eyes widen. “You know I do.” Without glancing down, her fingers pull at the fringe of the blanket at the end of her bed. “I thought you were worried...I don’t want to get you in any trouble.”
“It’ll be okay.”
She raises an eyebrow, her face wearing an expression very similar to her brother’s. “You talked to Remy about taking me to prom too?”
“He suggested it.”
“Wow. I didn’t see that coming.”
“Neither did I.” I push her hair behind her ear. “I should’ve manned the fuck up and said something to him sooner.” I blow out an annoyed breath. “You’ve been asking me to for weeks…” What else can I say that doesn’t make me sound like the ball-less wonder Remy accused me of being?
“I understand.” She curls her fingers around my hand and sets it on her leg. Her smooth, bare leg. The spot right above her knee that I love to grab. “Can we not talk about Remy for a little while?”
She shifts her body, positioning herself directly in my lap, her knees tight to my hips. Heat races over my skin. I tug at the collar of my shirt.
“Can I tell you something?” she asks in a low voice.
“You can tell me anything.”
“I can’t stop thinking about that night in your car.”
I clear my throat as she moves in closer, her lips hovering near my neck. She doesn’t have to say which night in my car. I already know. The same night plays over and over in my head too.
“You made me feel so good, Griff.” She presses her lips to a spot below my ear I never realized was so sensitive. “I want to learn how to do that for you.”
Liquid fire shoots through my veins. “Yeah?”
She nods slowly.
I slide my hand up her thigh, straight under her loose shorts, encountering nothing in my way. Just her warm, silky skin. I repeat the motion with my other hand until I’m clutching her bare ass. “You’re not wearing underwear.”
She laughs softly, the vibrations spearing me like jolts of electricity. “No, I’m not.”
Testing a theory, I slide one hand out from under her shorts and tease it under her shirt. She arches her back, bracing her hands on my knees and giving me room to skate over her rib cage and finally cup her breast. “You’re not wearing a bra, either.”
“No, Griff,” she says with teasing patience. “This is what I slept in. I wasn’t expecting guests so early.”