Total pages in book: 296
Estimated words: 284055 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 1420(@200wpm)___ 1136(@250wpm)___ 947(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 284055 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 1420(@200wpm)___ 1136(@250wpm)___ 947(@300wpm)
“Oh, sweet Rowan. Don’t fuckin’ tempt me.”
CHAPTER TWELVE
ROWAN
Arguing and laughing with Diesel makes the drive to San Angelo fly by. A part of me worried that if we weren’t sneaking around, being alone would be awkward, or that our relationship was only built on the excitement of hiding, but it’s not been the case at all. If anything, I’ve felt more comfortable with him, and it makes me want to tell the world that somehow, someway I’m falling for Diesel.
I’m falling hard and fast for him.
This weekend, we won’t have to hide, and in some odd way, it feels so damn right.
We’ll get to hold hands and have dinner in a restaurant and act like a normal couple out on a date.
“Wow…this room is so nice,” I say, noticing how fancy our hotel room is.
Walking in farther with Diesel behind me carrying our bags, I spot a large bouquet of roses on a table, an ice bucket with a bottle of champagne, and a platter of chocolate covered strawberries. He wasn’t joking when he said he’d pull out all the stops to make this romantic and perfect for us.
It’s a scene straight from a Hallmark movie, but I love it all the same. So very not Diesel, but very much him trying to be sweet.
“You planned quite the night,” I hum, turning around with a smile.
He drops our bags, then pulls me into his chest. “I told you I was turning on the charm.”
“I’m gonna be really mad if there isn’t a violinist at our table or it doesn’t rain when you kiss me outside,” I tease, biting my lower lip. The anticipation of what’s to come gives me butterflies.
“You don’t give me enough credit,” he mocks with a wink.
“It’s very sweet,” I tell him. “Thank you for doing this.”
“I would’ve done it much sooner, but you were too busy hating my guts.”
“That’s because you were too immature to tell me you liked me.”
He chuckles, and a grin spreads across his face that has my entire body fluttering. “Well, you calling me an asshole every other day didn’t convince me you’d reciprocate the feelings…”
I roll my eyes and squeal when he lowers his hands and smacks my ass. “But we’re here now, so let’s not waste another minute…”
Before I can respond, Diesel lifts me over his shoulder caveman style. I squeal as I hang down his back, yelling at him to put me down.
He smacks my ass before tossing me on the bed. “You still think I’m sweet?” he mocks.
I laugh, wrapping my legs around his waist and pulling him on top of me. “I didn’t mean it as a bad thing.”
“Mm-hmm…” He smirks before cupping my face and pressing his lips to mine.
Arching my back, I lean my hips into him, feeling how hard he is against his jeans. Grinning, I inhale the scent of his cologne and groan at the anticipation of getting to be with him all night long—without worrying we’ll get caught.
“I don’t want to wait, Adam,” I tell him, sliding my hands up his chest and undoing a button. “I’m dying and want you inside me.”
“Fuck, Row,” he growls against my mouth. “I have a whole night planned out for us…but shit.”
I chuckle, and when he leans back, we lock eyes. Sucking in my lips, I reach for his belt buckle and zipper. He’s hard, and when I slide my hand into his jeans, I wrap my palm around his cock through his boxers.
Stroking him, I watch as he unbuttons his shirt as we keep our gazes on one another. My heart pounds hard in my chest as the reality of what’s about to happen seeps in. Even though he’s been “Diesel” to me my whole life, Adam makes me anxious by how quickly we’re growing close. I want to give him all of me, but I’m so scared of giving my heart away again.
Once his shirt is off, I help him remove my sundress and bra. “You’re so beautiful, Row. I’m one lucky man.”
I swallow hard and smile. “You’re not so bad to look at either.”
“I’ve caught you checking me out a few times.” He winks with a smug grin. “Drooling over the eight-pack.”
“Oh my God!” I burst out laughing. “Just like when you drool over my ass.”
“Damn straight!”
I wrap my legs around his waist and move his lips back to mine. Rocking my hips against his, I moan at the friction our bodies create, so damn eager for more.
Diesel pushes his cock against my pussy, and I’m desperate to tear off our remaining clothes and climb him like a damn tree. “Boxers. Off. Now,” I demand, panting.
He moves back slightly, grabbing both of my wrists and putting them above my head. “Not so fast, baby.”
I’m seconds away from begging. “What? Why?”
“Because I’ve been waiting years for this, and I’m not about to rush my time with you.” He wraps one hand around both my wrists and moves his free hand down between my breasts. “I’m taking it nice and slow. Gonna devour every inch of your soft skin and make sure I mark every part of you properly.”