Total pages in book: 87
Estimated words: 80045 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 400(@200wpm)___ 320(@250wpm)___ 267(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 80045 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 400(@200wpm)___ 320(@250wpm)___ 267(@300wpm)
Fully taking the reins, she licks into my mouth, clinging to me like she needs me more than she needs her next breath.
And I give it to her. Whatever she wants. I get so lost in the kiss, in the sensation of her mouth hungrily seeking out mine as her hands roam over my body to draw me closer, that I don't even remember why the fuck I'm here in the first place.
This is explosive. This is fire. And I sure as hell don't want it to stop.
I shift against her, roaming my hands over her luscious curves as I slip my thigh between hers to bring us closer. The sexiest little whimper escapes her throat from the contact, and fuck me, she arches against my thigh, her body responding to me as she seeks out more pressure.
Goddamn, I'm hard as a rock from a kiss. It's like high school all over again, but I don't dare question it, not when her mouth is on mine and my tongue is against hers and those sexy little sounds keep coming from her with each pass of my hand along her body.
Fuck, I wonder what sound she’d make if I got her back to my apartment? If I had the time and space to explore every glorious inch of her. I wonder what she would sound like with my cock sunk deep inside her—
“Wolfe!” I immediately jerk out of the kiss, the sound of my captain’s very impatient voice shouting my last name across the bar doing everything to kill the mood.
Well, maybe not everything.
I'm still very much rock hard, and my thigh is still between Blakely’s, the beautiful woman still in my arms looking up at me with swollen lips and flushed cheeks.
Damn I've never seen anyone more beautiful.
“I—”
“Wolfe! Now!”
Blakely blinks out of the heated stare we've been holding since Kiplin called my name, and slowly cranes her head around my shoulder, eyes flaring when she spots my captain.
I get the reaction. He's an intimidating motherfucker, especially if you're not used to him, which I’m definitely not yet.
Blakely gives Kiplin a second look before she gently backs away in the little amount of space she has to do so. “Looks like you're needed, hero,” she says, and I swear there's a hint of regret in her voice.
Is that because she wanted this to continue? Because I sure as hell do too—
“Wolfe, you have two seconds.” Kiplin's voice leaves no room for argument, and even though I don't know what kind of captain he is yet, I certainly don't want to be punished on my first day of practice tomorrow.
Still, the urge to stay and learn more about Blakely is strong.
“Go,” she says. “I'm going to leave too. I just have to settle my tab. In case you were worried.” Her eyes flicker up to the balcony again, and I gently step away, putting a good foot of space between us as I follow her line of sight.
Brian is gone, hopefully for good after he saw me kissing Blakely.
Fuck, I forgot it was all for show for a minute. And I think she did too, if the way she's looking at my mouth is any indication.
“Blakely, I’m—"
“It's okay, hero,” she cuts me off, gently nudging me toward my captain. “Go. You don't want to upset him.”
I furrow my brow, but I'm already taking a few steps backward, unable to take my eyes off her.
“We need to revisit this,” I say giving her my best smile and showing her the full intention of what I mean as I wag my finger between us.
She smiles and shakes her head. “Bangor isn't that big,” she says. “I'm sure I'll see you around.”
Something like sadness sweeps over her face as she turns, heading to say something to the bartender as I finally reach Kiplin who all but drags me out of the bar.
“I was coming,” I say as we move through the doors and head toward our cars parked in the lot.
“I was making sure you weren't,” he snaps, jerking his car door open so hard I'm afraid it might tear off.
“The fuck is your problem?”
“You'll find out soon enough,” he says. “Don't be fucking late tomorrow.” He slams his door and drives off without another word.
“Don't be fucking late tomorrow,” I say in a mocking tone as I get behind the wheel of my car and head toward my apartment that is in no way fully set up yet.
Luckily, I have a mattress on the floor. I crash against it, desperate for sleep, but it stays just out of reach.
I can't get Blakely out of my head, her scent out of my nose, or the feel of her mouth off of mine.
Fuck, I haven't been this juiced up over a kiss in years. And I know I've got a new camp practice thing to go to tomorrow and I need to focus, but it’s hard to get her out of my head. Logically, I know it’s for the best we didn’t swap numbers. The last thing I need is a distraction when I have a losing team to bring back to life, but she’d certainly be a fun distraction. And who knows, if I’m meant to see her again, maybe we’ll run into each other again at The Queen’s Rum. If not? Then it’s for the best anyway.