Total pages in book: 60
Estimated words: 58808 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 294(@200wpm)___ 235(@250wpm)___ 196(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 58808 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 294(@200wpm)___ 235(@250wpm)___ 196(@300wpm)
I go to bite him, but he pulls back, smirking at me.
“I do not, you piece of shit.”
“See, you say that, but your body is pressing against mine right now, trying to find the right position, totally betraying everything you are saying.” Stupid body. He leans in closer, our noses almost touching. “I know the position. Would you like me to show you?” He presses into me, and I open my mouth, but before any words can come out, his mouth is on mine.
His tongue sneakily slides straight into my mouth, his lips not giving me room to breathe unless the oxygen comes from him. He kisses me hard and deep. Someone growls, I’m not sure if it’s him or me, but I feel it vibrate all through my body.
He manages to bite my lip, and I finally gather my sanity and pull away, my hands falling from the wall where they were pinned. He takes a step back, then smirks at me before he walks away without a word.
Great! Now I’m completely aroused.
Fuck him.
I dreamed of that kiss.
It was a kiss that invaded my thoughts.
Which really is unfair. I hate that he is in my dreams now. Grayson is an asshole and someone I could never see myself with. Correction, I struggle to see myself with anyone, if we are being honest here.
I wake to a knock on my door, which is odd because I have no friends, and Grayson has a key. Getting up and walking to the door, I pull the robe tighter around me and see two police officers standing there.
“Miss.” My hand grips the door as I look at each of them. “We were hoping to talk to Avani Paige.”
“That’s me,” I tell them.
“Okay, do you happen to know a man by the name of Sebastian Rocks?”
“I went on a date with Sebastian the other night,” I reply, and they look at each other and nod.
“And how did that date end?”
“Can I ask why you are asking me these things?” My annoyance is clear in my tone. “I’m half asleep and only finished work a few hours ago, so please cut to the chase.”
“We have more questions, so we should probably go down to the station.”
“Good. Leave your card, and I’ll make an appointment when I get a chance.” I smile at them, holding out my hand.
“No, miss, that’s not how this works.”
“Why not?”
“Because this is a murder investigation.”
“I’m sorry, what? I left him at the table, and he was still alive when I left.” My hand drops to my side. “I’ll come in later today with my lawyer.” I hold out my hand again, and they give me a card and leave.
I run to my room and quickly change. Flicking through the paperwork I took home, I find one that has Grayson’s address on it. Grabbing my keys, I run out the door and straight to the car and put his address in my phone maps.
It doesn’t take me long to get to his house, and I briefly wonder if he lives alone. I ignore the hope that flares inside me that he does as I get out of the car and knock on his door. A few people whistle my way, and I realize this area isn’t all that safe. Knocking even harder, I finally hear footsteps before the door is pulled open, and Grayson is standing there wearing only a pair of boxers.
“Avani, it’s early,” he grumbles.
I push in past him, and he doesn’t try to stop me. I don’t even have a chance to ogle his chest, though I know it’s worth a look. His home is nothing like I expected it to be. The house is full of old furniture, but not in a dirty way, more like a worn-in feel to it. On the contrary, everything seems clean, and I don’t even see a television in the living room.
I hear the door shut, and as I turn around, Grayson walks up to me. And this time, I can’t help as my eyes drop to his bare chest. Grayson has incredibly smooth, beautiful skin.
“Do you care to tell me why you’re waking me up this early, or do you want to just stare at me?”
“Shut up,” I snap, shaking my head. “You killed him, didn’t you?”
“You’ll have to be more specific, sugar lips.”
“Sugar lips?” My brows furrow at the nickname.
“Yes, it seems you’re just like sugar. One can become addicted to you.”
“You are so fucked up.”
“What I wouldn’t give to have those lips wrapped around my cock.” His eyes get a faraway look in them as if he’s thinking about it right now.
“Grayson!” I scream his name, and he chuckles.
“Yes, I may have sent your wannabe rapist to his maker. How do you know about it?” he asks, which makes me huff.