Total pages in book: 27
Estimated words: 25884 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 129(@200wpm)___ 104(@250wpm)___ 86(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 25884 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 129(@200wpm)___ 104(@250wpm)___ 86(@300wpm)
I want this man. I want him like I’ve never wanted anyone before.
Lust takes over my brain as I watch his sexy hands pull out the bottle of alcohol. He has big strong forearms and a nice thick wrist. I’ve always loved big forearms. They’re my kryptonite. Especially with a long flannel shirt rolled up them.
“Where are you taking me tomorrow?” I ask, looking dreamily into his eyes.
He grins as he dips the alcohol onto the gauze. “I was thinking of Jack Jameson’s Bar and Grill. It’s either that or here. Not too many places to choose from that are still open after nine o’clock in our small town.”
“Anywhere but here,” I say, laughing. “I’ve had enough of The Cracked Barrel Saloon for one week.”
“Maybe for our second date,” he says with a grin.
“Presumptuous to assume you’ll get a second date,” I say teasingly.
“Presumptuous is assuming we’re soulmates,” he says, gazing into my eyes. “And I’m a presumptuous guy.”
I swallow hard as we make some heavy eye contact, filling the truck with a sensual energy that has my body burning.
“This may sting a bit,” he says as he lifts the gauze to my temple. “Are you ready?”
“Can you distract me?”
“Of course,” he says as he looks at my mouth. He kisses me and presses the gauze onto my cut at the same time. I moan as the burning desire surging through my veins overpowers any pain the alcohol is causing.
All I can focus on are those soft lips taking my mouth and claiming it as his own.
I part my lips and turn to melted butter when I feel his tongue touching mine. I dig my hands into his hair and pull him closer, shoving my tongue into his mouth.
He drops his hand and wraps his arms around me, pulling me against his hard body as he kisses me with intense sizzling passion.
It’s the best kiss of my life. Probably the best I’ll ever have.
But it’s over too soon.
Someone opens the passenger side door and we explode apart, my heart pounding.
“Marv is offering to give us some free burgers,” James says as he grabs his phone from the front. “You guys want anything special?”
“I’m good!” I say guiltily.
“Whatever he’s got,” Graham says, staring at me with heated eyes.
I take a deep breath, grab a bandage, and slip out of the truck while I can. If I stay here any longer, I might not be able to stop myself from rounding second base with this irresistible man.
“I’m not done,” Graham says when my feet hit the concrete.
“We’ll have to pick it up tomorrow,” I say with a grin as I back away, feeling flustered and shaky all over. “I can take it from here.”
I give him one last smile and then head to my car which has a handcuffed guy in the back seat who I forgot all about until just now.
I turn back one last time and see Graham’s possessive eyes still watching me.
And I get another hot shiver.
CHAPTER SEVEN
Cara
“Can you show me?” the saleswoman asks as I linger inside the changing room, looking at the dress from all angles.
I take a deep breath, pull back the curtain, and step out.
“Wow,” she says as I do an awkward little pose. “You look beautiful.”
She’s a salesperson. She makes money to say that.
I sigh as I turn to the mirror. It’s a beautiful white sundress that falls just above my knees with a blue flower pattern and thin spaghetti straps. I love the dress, but my shoulders look so masculine in it. My biceps look huge.
Dresses like these always make me look so bulky. It puts into stark contrast what my body looks like versus what society deems feminine.
The last time I wore a dress like this, I overheard some guys laughing behind my back saying it looked like a man was wearing a dress. I went home, threw it in the garbage, and cried my eyes out. And that’s just the men. The women are even worse. They’re just better at hiding their jabs and insults.
I might look tough and confident on the outside, and I am when it comes to stopping a perp or breaking up a brawl, but when it comes to beauty, I’m as insecure as the next girl. Even more so.
“I don’t know,” I say as I look at it again. “Do you have anything else?”
She pulls out a few more outfits, but I keep looking back to the white and blue dress hanging on the door. It really is lovely. Finally, I take it. If Graham can’t handle me the way I am, then at least I’ll know it right away.
I bring it home and get ready, putting on makeup and trying to hide my swollen temple with a creative hairdo. I put ice on it last night, so it’s not too bad.