Total pages in book: 91
Estimated words: 90736 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 454(@200wpm)___ 363(@250wpm)___ 302(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 90736 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 454(@200wpm)___ 363(@250wpm)___ 302(@300wpm)
I drink him in.
Down, girl. You don’t know why he’s here.
It’s odd that he showed up out of the blue, right? Wasn’t he just in Ohio?
“Where did you come from?” I blurt out. “How the hell did you find out where I live?”
Andy’s face goes from elated to see me to crestfallen.
“Reverse search on your phone number.” He holds both hands up in mock surrender. “I hope that’s okay—I didn’t think this all the way through, but I always see it in the movies, so I figured . . .” His feet shuffle on my concrete stoop. “I’m in town for an interview, not to murder you.”
Which sounds like something a murderer would say, but I’m willing to give him the benefit of the doubt.
“An interview? Why didn’t you mention it sooner?”
“I found out about it when I was talking with my parents.”
I tilt my head. “That sounds fishy.”
Andy grins. “Go ahead and text all your friends to let them know I’m here—and your dad, and the police department.”
“I was already planning on it.” I grin back at him, butterflies in my stomach flapping around and leaving me all breathless and stuff.
“How did you get here so fast?”
“Short flight from Ohio.” He chuckles. “I flew in an airplane, then had someone drop me off at your place.”
“I suppose you can come in now. You pass inspection—but just so you know, I’ll be watching for red flags.”
Andy pauses before stepping over the threshold. “Do you want me to take off my shoes?”
I glance down at his sneakers. They appear spotless. “Um. No. It’s fine.”
Normally I’m a “please take your shoes off at the door” kind of girl. But I can’t deal with him being in my space. It’s tripping me out. It’s bonkers. Crazy. I have no idea what to do with myself or how to behave!
Andy turns, hands stuffed into the pockets of his pants. “Goddamn, you’re pretty.”
I blush.
“Sexy. Hot. Adorable,” he adds, stepping closer.
Closer still . . .
Before I can say another word, Andy sweeps me off my feet, picking me up as if I weighed nothing, walks me the short distance to the kitchen, and sets me on the counter. When I spread my legs so he can step between them, he presses himself against me, our pelvises fitting together like a puzzle.
He is the perfect height to be standing between my legs, our noses and eyes and mouths directly in line with the other.
Andy nuzzles the crook of my neck, and I shiver, tickled by the five-o’clock shadow still lining his cheeks and jawline.
“I haven’t been able to stop thinking about you.”
Swoon.
Those butterflies spread their wings and soar, which is why I sound so out of breath. “Is that so?”
He leans into me, and I can feel him smiling against my cheek. “Yes. I haven’t thought of anything but you—or how good you felt—since I walked out of your room last week.”
“I might have been thinking about you too.”
“Is that so?” He repeats my words.
I nod, biting my lower lip. “Yes.”
“Good. I want to show you how much.”
His hands are under my ass now, pulling me forward on the counter, hands then cradling my jawline before his mouth comes down on mine. He kisses me long and hard—an open-mouth kiss with plenty of tongue. We grapple at each other’s shirts, hot for each other, and I’m playing coy.
His large hands flirt with the hem of my sweatshirt, the tips of his fingers running back and forth along the waistband of my leggings as if at any moment they’re going to dip inside.
Back and forth, caressing me.
It feels fantastic having his hands on me again, has me pulling him by the collar of his hoodie farther into me.
A desperate, needy, pull.
Andy wraps his strong arms around my waist, lifting me effortlessly from the counter. I feel myself melting into his arms, loving the fact that the warmth of his touch sends shivers down my spine the way I remember it. Delicious.
No man has ever picked me up like this.
The scent of his cologne lingers in the air as he carries me, instinct guiding him down the hallway toward my bedroom as if he’d been here before. Which isn’t all that remarkable; it’s a small house that he has already seen during our video chats.
I shiver again, delighted.
Swept away.
The journey to my bedroom feels like it takes forever—each step is tense. I marvel at the strength in his embrace, anticipation intensifying with every footstep.
Gets me excited.
Makes me wet.
I could say he lays me on the bed gently—but that would be a lie.
Andy tosses me—actually tosses me like we’re playing out a scene in a movie—to the center of the mattress, grunting from the effort before climbing onto the bed alongside me. Before I can say another word, his lips meet mine in another passionate kiss.