Total pages in book: 135
Estimated words: 123672 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 618(@200wpm)___ 495(@250wpm)___ 412(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 123672 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 618(@200wpm)___ 495(@250wpm)___ 412(@300wpm)
“Fucking hell,” he mutters, his darkening gaze sweeping over my body before coming back up to meet my heated stare. “You’re so fucking gorgeous, it hurts.”
“Touch me, Alex,” I murmur.
He visibly swallows. “Say my name again.”
“Alex,” I say, lowering my tone. “Touch me before I’m forced to take matters into my own hands again, and I swear, I won’t even picture you while I come.”
He clenches his jaw, his eyes now jet-black as he rises back to his feet. “When I finally touch you, it’ll be because the anticipation is physically killing you, when you can’t fucking breathe another second without feeling my hands on your hot-as-fuck body,” he growls. “You told me you want a man who’s going to respect you, to know when to push your limits and when to hold back. You said you’re not going to be an easy screw, and I don’t want you to be. I want to work for it, Kyah, because after I do, it’ll feel so much better.”
With that, Alex pulls the blanket up around my shoulders, fixing it back into position as I simply gape at him, not knowing how to handle his kind of raw intensity, but shit, I think I’m already addicted to it. One minute he’s hot and the next, he’s even hotter.
“Ten a.m.,” he says, holding my stare. “And you better be ready.” Then not a moment later, I’m standing right where he was, watching as he walks out of my door, leaving me wondering what the fuck just happened.
It takes almost an hour for me to wrap my head around everything before I realize this is really happening. I’ve somehow agreed to let Alex take me out this morning. Though perhaps agree isn’t the right word for it. I think it was more like shock and not knowing how to tell him no, but honestly, I don’t think I wanted to tell him no.
The idea of getting to know him intrigues me. There’s something so dominant and yet sweet about him. He’s not like the guys I’m used to dealing with. He knows what he wants and he’s not afraid to go after it.
On the other hand, Crew has tiptoed around the topic for six years, stringing me along only to get what he wanted and then treat me like a possession. And Viper . . . I have no idea what’s happening with him, but he’s insane if he thinks I’m ever going to end up with him. Though perhaps that’s my fault for leading him on. It’s not as though I do much to deter his advances. I think when it comes down to it, I kinda like Viper’s attention. I like the security he could offer me, and when it comes to sex, I know we would be compatible, but as far as emotions run, that’s about it. I don’t think Viper is capable of falling in love, and despite not being ready for anything like that, I still hope that one day I can find that all-consuming, fireworks type of love. Crew and Viper . . . I’m never going to get that with them.
Still having a few hours before Alex is due to screw with my head again, I find a sketchpad and start working on the design for Spider’s chest, Viper’s latest project, and quickly get lost in what I’m doing. Then all too soon, I’m looking up at the clock and realizing I’m almost late.
Shit. I bet a little tardiness wouldn’t go down well with a guy like Alex. I bet he’s the type to hand out kinky punishments. Though why the hell does that excite me so much? The idea of his hand closing around my throat, squeezing just a little . . . goddamn. I’ve never had a man do that before and can’t even begin to understand why I would want to now, but I do. Only with him though.
I’d never trust Crew to do that, not now. I haven’t spoken to him about his texts or the way he used that night together as a weapon against Viper, but he’s broken my trust, and I really don’t know how to feel about it.
Realizing I’m distracted again. I hurry off the couch and fly into the bathroom before quickly hurrying through a shower, and when I’m confident I don’t smell like a bar, I turn off the taps and get my ass ready, wanting to put just a little extra effort in.
I don’t think I’ve ever been on a morning date before. It’s only ever been after-work hook ups and shitty cheap dinner dates that generally ended with an expectation that I’d put out, reminding me that most of the time, men are assholes.
After quickly drying and straightening my hair, I hurry through my makeup while keeping my eye on the time. Something tells me that Alex isn’t going to be even a second late, and what’s more, I don’t want to be late for him.