Total pages in book: 80
Estimated words: 78257 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 391(@200wpm)___ 313(@250wpm)___ 261(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 78257 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 391(@200wpm)___ 313(@250wpm)___ 261(@300wpm)
“Excellent.”
He grins over at me as he pulls away from the curb. “Nice dreams?”
“Pirate dreams.”
A slow grin works its way up Ryker’s face.
We’re quiet most of the drive, because hello, we just had sex. Spectacular, mind-blowing sexy times.
“Why are you giggling?” he asks, tossing a glance at me.
I bite my lip. “Just thinking about last night.”
“About how awesome it was?”
I scoot over to his side. “Meh, it was okay.”
He flashes his gaze over at me. “Liar, but I forgive you. Just promise me you’ll sit this close to me every time you get in my truck.” His arm goes around my shoulders, and I slide in closer. His thigh is pressed against mine and my insides melt at our proximity. How it is possible that I want him…again?
Once we pull up to the parking lot, I see my car and can’t help the smile that comes to my face. He did that. He went out and bought a tire and lugged it back to the Waverly and used his own tools to fix my car—and I didn’t even ask him to. It makes me horny.
My eyes jump to him, and he’s grinning at me. Still wearing last night’s shirt and shorts, he looks deliciously rumpled and sexy. “We’re here,” he says softly.
“I see.”
He rushes around to open my door and I slide out, gazing up at him. He towers over me, and I put my hand on his chest. His ocean-colored gaze is intense as it brushes over the features of my face.
“Thank you for fixing my car.”
“Thank you for last night,” he says then kisses me gently. My arms go around him and we go from zero to a thousand in a heartbeat. I’m squirming against him, pressing myself against his hard cock. He murmurs my name as his hand slips around my lower back and slides under my skirt. Precisely why I wore it.
His mouth moves down my neck as his fingers dance over the silk of my underwear. He hitches my leg up and wraps it around his waist, his hand gliding up my thigh to my panties—
A car horn blows in the distance and we both laugh under our breaths as we separate.
He smirks down at me. “I guess it’s not a good idea to make out right in the middle of town.”
“No,” I agree, clearing my throat. Then I see his neck on the left side, the side that was facing away from me during the drive, and I bite back a smile.
“What is it?” he says when I let out a giggle.
“I gave you a hickey last night.” His eyes flare as I lean forward and touch the purple bruise near the base of his throat. “It’s barely noticeable,” I say.
I reach for my purse and pop out my compact mirror to let him see it.
He laughs and looks back at me. “Your mark.”
I wiggle my eyebrows. “That’s right.”
“So…when can I see you again?” His voice is husky. He rests his forehead against mine when I don’t answer right away. “Well?”
“Why?”
He looks down at me. “I want you. You want me. There’s nothing complicated about that.”
I want you. It does sound simple, and I may have given him my V-card, but if this is just a let’s-fuck-a-while kind of thing then I want to play it cool. I have my pride. “What is it about me specifically you want?”
He looks at me. Arches a brow. “Really? Did I not just make you orgasm three times?”
I feel tension building in my chest, and I battle it down. I’m not going to be sucked into my insecurities right now. “I’m not a jersey chaser and I want things clarified.”
“Oh.” He stills, a line forming on his forehead as his brow pulls down.
“Are you planning on…doing laundry with anyone else soon?”
“No. I’ve been waiting on you to figure out that I’m the hot piece you want—not Connor.”
I grin. “Then you can see me soon.”
“Soon?” There’s a hint of impatience in his voice, but I ignore it.
I nod. “Text me later?”
He agrees.
“Now kiss me,” he says, pulling me back into his arms. My hands are already curling around his neck, missing the feel of his, the hardness of his muscles, the scent of him that lingers on his shirt. He leans down and brushes his lips against mine, our tongues tangling, and when he pulls back to end the kiss, my mouth chases after his, wanting more.
He tells me he’ll text me later, and with a kiss goodbye, I walk to my car, crank it, and drive away.
I glance in the rear-view mirror and he’s still standing there, watching me.
Ryker
Blaze is adjusting his shoes when I walk into the locker room. The place is mostly empty since most of the team is already on the field. I’ve just come from working on the sidelines with the quarterback coach and popped in to grab a new jersey.