Total pages in book: 73
Estimated words: 73192 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 366(@200wpm)___ 293(@250wpm)___ 244(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 73192 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 366(@200wpm)___ 293(@250wpm)___ 244(@300wpm)
Angrily, I walked away from my front door and stripped off my nice pants and shirt, tossing them in the vicinity of the laundry hamper that was getting overly full. I’d have to go wash some clothes tomorrow.
The only problem with that was that the shared laundromat for the cabins was all the way on the opposite side of the park and I’d have to lug the clothes all the way out to my truck, fold them there and try like hell to get them back to my cabin without having to refold them again.
It was a precarious process and I hated doing it. Hence the reason the pile was growing ever-larger by the day.
Clothes were the bane of my existence. I’d never gotten the hang of folding them and despite my good intentions, more often than not, they just ended up wadded up in the laundry basket until I was ready to wear them.
Hooking my fingers in my panties, I was about to shove them down over my hips when I heard two sharp knocks at my door.
Eyebrows furrowing, I started toward the door and flipped the curtain partially out of the way to see who it was.
Tyler’s dark eyes met mine and I knew then that he was feeling everything that I had been feeling, too.
It was all there, written on his face and set deep in his eyes.
He wanted me just as much as I wanted him.
I unlocked the door, opened it and stared out at the man standing there in the shadows.
His chest was heaving and I could see the obvious bulge in his uniform pants.
He wanted me.
I wanted him.
We met like two angry people fighting for what they wanted—each other.
Neither one of us gave an inch.
I didn’t want to want him—at least that was what I logically was trying to tell myself.
But, physically? I realized rather quickly that life didn’t always give you what you wanted. It gave you what you needed. And right now? I needed Tyler more than I needed anything else in this world.
When my bra was wrenched over my head without unhooking it, causing the bones in the cups to scrape painfully up my side, I didn’t even complain.
Couldn’t, really.
Not with the way my internal organs were rioting over who should be in control.
Like my heart—it was beating so fast that I could feel it pounding against my chest.
My lungs were heaving, trying to catch up with my brain, which was firing on every available synapse.
My fingers itched to claw at him, but before I could reach for him, he caught both of my wrists in one hand, lifted them high up over my head and slammed them against the wall that I hadn’t even been aware we were near.
“This is only happening once,” he growled. “I’m not doing it ever again.”
I laughed in his face. “We’re going to do it a whole lot more than once. But only for tonight. By morning, you’re gone.”
I had too much to do in my life right now than to have Tyler in it, dictating how I lived it.
No way, no how. It wasn’t going to happen.
“Shut up and kiss me,” he ordered, slamming his mouth down on mine.
He tasted like beer and cinnamon—from the cake that he’d shared with me.
Originally, he hadn’t intended to have any. But when the waitress came out with what appeared to be about half the damn cake as a slice, I forced him to help me.
He did, but he stayed on his half of the cake and I stayed on mine.
We’d been completely cordial and hadn’t once let our feelings shine through.
Honestly, if it hadn’t been for that lingering touch of his as he’d helped me from the table as we were leaving, we’d have appeared as business partners there for a business meeting it’d been that civilized.
But now? With his ravenous mouth on mine, pillaging it freely? Yeah, polite and cordial Tyler was gone and out-of-control Tyler was introducing himself to loving-it Reagan.
“You’re young. You annoy the shit out of me and you do things that are not okay, despite the fact that they’re minor infractions, they’re still illegal. Your father is one of my friends and my life is too busy to deal with you on top of it.”
I let my mouth run down his bearded jaw, stopping at his Adam’s apple to offer it a kiss before moving on to the column of his throat.
All the while, I explored and he continued to list his reasons why this wasn’t a good idea.
But, when he got to the part about being too busy to deal with me, I bit him.
He cursed and I felt his hips—hips that pushed the long column of his cock into me—jerk.
“Fuck,” he cursed. “This is the worst idea in the history of bad ideas. God.”