Total pages in book: 71
Estimated words: 68867 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 344(@200wpm)___ 275(@250wpm)___ 230(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 68867 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 344(@200wpm)___ 275(@250wpm)___ 230(@300wpm)
When he had to breathe, he bit my bottom lip just hard enough for me to pull back a fraction. Instantly, my mouth went to his throat, and his moan was utterly decadent.
“Here we go,” the driver announced, and I turned to look at him. “First date?”
“No,” I said, but my voice didn’t work, so I cleared my throat and repeated the word.
“Really?” The driver nodded. “Impressive.”
On the sidewalk in front of Lang’s home, as soon as he got out and joined me on the curb, I took his face in my hands. “Let me take care of you.”
“Whatever you want,” he muttered, and took a quick breath, in and out.
“Whatever I want?”
“Yes.”
“Good.” I kissed him gently, slowly, then eased back to look at him. “Now tell me why you had the driver bring us here instead of going to my place like we planned.”
“I want you in my bed,” he stated, clearly, so there could be no mistake. “That’s why I changed our destination. I need you to understand what this means to me.”
“I know what it means. You don’t ever have anyone sleep overnight here with you.”
“No, I don’t. But you have to.”
“So you made it your place so I’d know I’m important.”
He nodded, and I grabbed him and hugged him. We stood there, holding on tight, until he mumbled something into my shoulder.
“What’d you say?” I asked softly.
“I said let’s go in already. We’re sweating our balls off out here.”
“You’re not even kiddin’.” I smiled, and he laughed, which I loved the sound of. But he was so right. At nearly three in the morning, it was still hot.
Walking up the path toward the lobby of his building, I could hear the cicadas in the trees, the crickets in the bushes, and see gnats and mosquitos and moths hovering around the decorative lampposts every five feet.
His fob took us inside the upscale building with all the chrome and steel, and then to the elevator and up to the tenth floor. He used his key to unlock the door to his apartment, then held it open for me, which he didn’t usually do.
“What was that?” I teased him.
“Don’t make fun of me. I’m a gentleman when it’s…and now it is.”
“Now it is what?” I pressed him as he locked the door, then flipped the deadbolt before turning back to me.
“You know what it is,” he said irritably.
“Tell me.”
“We’re going to date, idiot.”
I scoffed. “I don’t know about that.”
“What do you mean you don’t know about that?”
I toed off my shoes because Lang did not like people tracking whatever into his house, and I didn’t mind that. Why would you want to bring into your home all the crap you walked through in the course of a day on filthy city streets?
“Explain yourself,” he insisted, crouching down and unlacing his dress shoes to get them off.
I walked into his place and then turned to talk to him, instantly surprised at how close he was. I tried to sidestep, but he crowded me, bumping me back into one of the built-in bookshelves on either side of the short entrance hallway.
“Tell me now,” he demanded.
“It’s more than datin’, ain’t it?”
“Meaning?” He stared into my eyes, his hands on my sides, keeping me still, not allowing me to move away from him.
“Meanin’, you date to see if you like someone, right? Well, you already like me, more than a bit, so datin’ ain’t needed at all. What I figure is we’re gonna be together until one of us don’t like it no more.”
“Oh.” He exhaled sharply.
And that fast I was terrified. “Unless that’s not what you—”
“No,” he rushed out. “That’s good. Starting is exactly what we should do.”
I stared into those dark eyes I knew so well. “If you decide you want to see someone else, you tell me first. That’s only fair,” I told him. “I’ll do the same.”
“Why are you trying to end us before we even get started?”
“I’m not endin’ nothin’,” I snapped at him. “We need to be clear is all.”
“Can we be clear in the shower?”
He wasn’t wrong. We were both covered in sweat, and though we’d both showered before going out for the night, that was many hours ago at this point.
I shoved him back, not hard, but enough to get him to budge, and then, moving fast, I crossed the living room and went into his bedroom. I flipped the switch that turned on the recessed lights, and I was walking by the bed, headed toward the bathroom, when he shoved me sideways and I toppled onto the quilted comforter.
Sitting up, I smiled at him as he began to pace at the end of the bed. “What was that about?”
“I want to say something.”
I wanted him showered so I could attack him, but it seemed he had things he needed to get off his chest. “Go ahead, then.”