Total pages in book: 157
Estimated words: 146605 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 733(@200wpm)___ 586(@250wpm)___ 489(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 146605 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 733(@200wpm)___ 586(@250wpm)___ 489(@300wpm)
When I turn, my view gets blocked by a pink polo shirt. I drop my head back to look up at the boy. He’s got curly, short brown hair and a dimple in one cheek. For some reason he reminds me of a puppy, and I want to pinch his cheek, but I’m guessing that’s the drinks I have had.
“Want to dance?” he asks.
“I’m already dancing,” I point out. His smile grows even bigger, and the other dimple pops out in his cheek. I wait to see if some kind of attraction sparks, but nothing comes.
“Dance with me.” He puts his hand on my hips and pulls me into him.
“No, thank you.” I start to step back as a hand I would recognize anywhere comes down onto the boy's shoulder.
Oh no. This is likely going to be bad.
“The fuck.” The boy tries to turn and break out of his hold. Knox gives him a shove, and the boy stumbles back a few feet.
Panic hits me, not wanting Knox to get into any more trouble because of me. I do the first thing I can think to do: I jump in front of him to distract him. Before I can think too much about what I’m doing, I wrap my arms around his neck and pull his head down to me. He does as I silently ask and leans down more until our mouths are only a breath apart. I press my lips against his.
His whole body stiffens, and I wonder if I’ve made a big mistake. This could make the distance between us grow if I’ve misjudged the situation. Then I remember what Faith told me about him not really caring to be touched.
I’m about to pull away and apologize, but before I can, he wraps his arm around my waist, lifting me off my feet to bring me closer to him. He deepens the kiss. A soft moan comes from me as he devours me.
Desire hits me hard. It’s a rush of emotions I’ve never experienced before. I wrap my legs around him as he parts my lips with his tongue, seeking entrance. I happily give it to him. His tongue slips into my mouth. I let him lead, enjoying the way he controls my body so easily.
Everything else fades away, and I start to kiss him back. He tastes like mint and chocolate. I’m instantly addicted. He suddenly jerks back from the kiss. I pull him back down and go back to kissing him. He gives me what I want. His hands grip my ass tighter, reminding me that I’m in a bathing suit.
I pull back from the kiss, not wanting it to be over, but the need for oxygen wins out. Knox stares down at me, his lips a bit swollen. Then I remember I attacked him with my mouth.
Oh my God. Did I really do that? I’m never drinking again.
“Shit, is that Knox making out with some chick?” I hear someone say from around me. It’s then I notice the music has stopped.
“Y’all want to get a drink or something?” Faith says. Her brows are still raised high. I shake my head no, but Knox agrees. I try to wiggle for him to put me down. When he lets out a groan I stop. Heat rushes to my face when I realize why. I’m wiggling on his erection.
“Sorry,” I whisper.
“You've got to stop saying that to me.” He shifts, putting me back down on my feet in front of him. He reaches down and adjusts himself. I lick my lips, finding that strangely erotic.
Faith’s eyes bounce between the both of us. “Drinks, babe.” Ace puts his arm around Faith.
“Maybe some clothes first,” Knox adds, sounding irritated. I drop my head, unable to hide behind my hair. I braided it to the side to keep it out of my way. I’d forgotten I was only in a swimsuit. I’d felt awkward in it when we first got here, but after one of those frozen strawberry drinks I didn’t care anymore. I decided I was going to have fun and not care what anyone thought of me for the night.
Knox reaches his hand behind his head. In one quick motion he pulls his shirt off. The next thing I know I’m wearing it. I stare at his broad chest. Holy crap. I can see every damn muscle in detail, even though both of his sides are covered in tattoos. My mouth goes dry as my eyes roam all over him.
“Come on, Bunny,” Knox says, breaking me from my dirty thoughts. He puts his hand on my back to guide me as we follow Faith and Ace over to the chairs next to the pool. Faith and I left our stuff at them earlier. I notice a lot of the other girls checking out Knox’s bare chest. I can’t blame them, but that doesn’t mean that I have to like it. He doesn't look like any of the other boys here. Because he doesn't look like a boy at all.