Total pages in book: 49
Estimated words: 46412 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 232(@200wpm)___ 186(@250wpm)___ 155(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 46412 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 232(@200wpm)___ 186(@250wpm)___ 155(@300wpm)
“What do you have planned today?” she asks, after a big bite of waffle. She half covers her mouth while her eyes roll back. The sounds of appreciation she gives has my cock pressing against my jeans, desperate to escape. Eager to sink inside her.
“I’m hoping you’ll agree to spend the day with me,” I tell her, watching her eyes go wide in surprise.
“That wouldn’t be a good idea,” she says, seriously.
“You’re probably right,” I agree.
I watch the disappointment flash across her face. I shouldn’t be happy about that, but it tells me everything I need to know. Shelby can deny it all she wants, but she wants me as much as I want her. I’m going to use that. I’ll need every tool in my arsenal to get this woman under me and she better believe I’m going to do it.
“Yeah,” she finally whispers, after clearing her throat.
“Too bad I don’t really give a damn. I want time with you Shelby, and I’m going to get it.”
Shelby hesitates. I can practically hear the wheels spinning in her head as she tries to think of all the reasons to say no. I cut her off before she gets the chance.
“Come on, Shelbers,” I tease. “You know you want to.”
“If I agree, will you promise never to call me Shelbers again?” She looks at me, completely annoyed.
I sigh. “I don’t think I can do that.”
“Then I’m staying home.” She lifts her nose in the air defiantly. I can almost see the hint of a smile playing on her lips. The sight makes me want to kiss her again, but I know I need to move carefully with her. She’s not the kind of woman I can push too hard too fast. Though my primal instinct is to beat on my chest like a caveman and claim her. Sling her over my shoulder, take her straight to her bedroom, and show her how damn good we can be together.
“Fine. Spend the day with me and I won’t use the nickname the rest of the day,” I compromise.
“You mean you won’t say it ever.”
“No, I mean I won’t use it today.”
“Fine,” she huffs, but the smile on her lips tells me she’s looking forward to today, too. “But only after I finish my food.”
“I wouldn’t dream of taking you away from your sugar.”
She sticks her tongue out, showing her sassy side, and I just shake my head, wearing the same smile I’ve had since she opened the door.
Shit, I’ve got it bad for this woman.
Chapter 9
Shelby
I knew King was going to be dangerous to the small amount of peace that I managed to acquire since trying to push Mason out of my life. I think I underestimated him. It had been so long since being with a man—really, anyone but my grandmother—had been fun. Breakfast this morning with King was more than fun. It felt natural and some of the guards I keep in place around me fell for a few minutes. I could blame it on being lulled into a super-fantastical sugar rush, but it was King. He’s rough around the edges and screams danger, but there’s these moments of humor and sweetness that pull me in and make me want more. I don’t regret today either. In fact, I still want more of him. The day with him has turned out to be perfect so far and like nothing I imagined it would be. When he asked me to spend the day with him, I figured maybe a ride on his bike and ending with a night at a club with his buddies, shooting pool or something. I didn’t have high expectations. In my experience, men who chose the life that King has chosen, live it a certain way. This is where he surprised me the most.
We drove around on his bike for hours, that much I got right. Yet, even then, it was different. We traveled across a huge mountain on a gorgeous scenic route in Kentucky. I’ve traveled a little into Kentucky, but not much and this was worth the ride. Being pressed up against him didn’t hurt either. The fall colors were in spectacular view and the scenic overlooks of Pine Mountain were begging to be put on a postcard. King didn’t rush through anything either. He let me take it all in and walk small trails, reading the overlook details and breathing in the fresh air. He even held my hand through it all, proving that under the rough edges there’s a bit of a romantic buried, waiting to be discovered.
Time doesn’t drag when I’m with him. I’m too busy getting to know him to track the minutes as they tick by.
Hours passed in the blink of an eye and after, we had lunch at a beautiful log cabin restaurant called Pine Mountain Grill. The place somehow managed to be rustic and beautiful all at the same time. He made me laugh with his dry but witty sense of humor and the time alone with him wasn’t tense or stressful. It was easy. King tells you exactly what he is thinking and what’s on his mind with a frankness that should be off-putting but wasn’t in the least. He asked about me, my job, and my life in Virginia. I was nervous he would find me boring and instead, I felt like he was really interested.