Total pages in book: 73
Estimated words: 67991 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 340(@200wpm)___ 272(@250wpm)___ 227(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 67991 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 340(@200wpm)___ 272(@250wpm)___ 227(@300wpm)
“Fuck,” Tempe groans and I think perhaps I’ve gone too far, but she demands, “More.”
I don’t know how much more I can give without sticking my hand down her panties or pulling her into the bathroom for a quickie.
Yes… one of those bathrooms.
That will work.
And as if serendipity were a word created just for me and Tempe, one of the rooms opens and an older woman comes out in a cloud of perfume. Without thought, without care about who is watching but hoping just a tiny bit that Tansy is, I grab Tempe’s hand and pull her into the restroom before the door swings shut. I twist the lock, hear the snick that announces to the rest of the world this room is occupied, and turn to face Tempe.
She stands there, eyes wild and chest heaving, staring at me with an intense yearning that ensures I won’t talk myself out of this.
“Getting ready to cross a line,” I say in a thick, gruff voice. “This won’t be about trying to trick Tansy.”
The corner of Tempe’s mouth lifts, one dimple contracting. “She could be outside that door right now with her ear pressed against it.”
“Could be,” I say softly, advancing on Tempe. “But let’s not think about her. Instead, tell me if you meant it when you said more.”
Tempe’s teeth dig into her lower lip, her fingers fluttering near her throat as she contemplates my question. There’s no describing the relief—nor the lust—I feel when she nods. “I meant it.”
CHAPTER 11
Tempe
The sound of that lock clicking echoes all around me, and I’m surprised I can hear it over the blood rushing in my ears. I press my palm to my chest, the erratic gallop of my heart tapping out a rhythm I’ve never felt before.
“Getting ready to cross a line.” The intensity of his stare has my legs shaking. He looks like he’s going to devour me whole, and I feel like I’m going to beg him to not be gentle about it. “This won’t be about trying to trick Tansy.”
I hear what he’s saying. The message is clear. Inside the four walls of this small room, there is no scheme to trick anyone.
He’s saying that his desire for me is about as real as it can get and I felt the thick ridge of it pressed into my lower stomach just a few moments ago.
I saw the look on Tansy’s face as our kiss broke apart. Just a split second before Rafferty pulled me in here and I could tell… she believed us. How could she not when my body has never reacted like this to any man? I wasn’t putting on an act, and obviously, neither was Rafferty.
A smirk forms on my face. “She could be outside that door right now with her ear pressed against it.”
I bet if she heard Rafferty nailing me in here, my screams slipping out under the door, she’d absolutely give up her quest.
“Could be.” Rafferty stalks toward me, his blue eyes blazing with heat. “But let’s not think about her. Instead, tell me if you meant it when you said more.”
My cheeks flush because I didn’t just say a simple word. I was giving an order, and now he wants to know if that was real.
I bite my lower lip, considering how crazy this all is. But then again, it’s been an absolute circus of fun since he first lip-locked me in the grocery store, and why shouldn’t I be allowed to partake in said fun? We’re consenting adults and we clearly dig each other.
There’s no faking my feelings on this. “I meant it.”
The expression on Rafferty’s face is a mix of surprise, desire, and maybe even a touch of vulnerability, but through it all, I see deep-seated lust. He closes the gap between us until I can feel the heat radiating off his body.
Without a word, he reaches out and cups my face in his hands, his thumb gently stroking my cheek. I squeeze my eyes shut at the sensation, savoring the moment, feeling our shared electricity crackling.
Bending down, he captures my lips in a searing kiss, a little quieter than the one we shared outside, but even more charged in its emotion. It’s like an explosion of fireworks in my chest, setting every nerve ending on fire. At this moment, there is nothing else in the world but the two of us, lost in each other.
I melt into his touch, clinging onto his wrists for balance as the subtle taste of champagne on his tongue tickles my senses. Our tongues collide in a fierce battle, each movement sparking electric waves of desire throughout my body.
Then I’m walking.
Or rather, he’s pushing and I’m moving.
Against a wall, once again, his big body allowing no escape. His thigh wedges between my legs and the oxygen is sucked from my lungs as pressure builds deep within. How can my body react so wantonly when he’s barely touched me?