Total pages in book: 179
Estimated words: 173733 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 869(@200wpm)___ 695(@250wpm)___ 579(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 173733 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 869(@200wpm)___ 695(@250wpm)___ 579(@300wpm)
“Oh God. Oh God. I’m sorry.”
Reese hands me napkins while he starts wiping my dress. I grab his hand. “Stop.”
“Cat—”
“Don’t say my name.”
He frowns. “What?”
“Deal with your other woman. She’s upset.” I rotate away from him and into her. “Please move.”
“I—Yes.” She backs up, and I charge past her and down a set of steps that lead to the lower-level bathroom, and there is no question that I have ice between my damn boobs.
I reach the bottom of the steps, and luckily the bathroom is empty. I open the door, step inside, and shut myself in there. I’m a mess. A complete, sticky, horrible mess. I dig the ice from my bra and try to dry off enough to just get me out of here and back home.
Reese
I take a step to follow Cat, but the woman who was talking my ear off while I waited on my coffee steps in front of me. “I’m so sorry,” she proclaims. “Obviously you know her. I want to make this right.”
“It was an accident,” I say. “And I’ll handle it.” I step around her, weave between bodies at the crowded bar, and head down the stairs that Cat had been rushing toward.
At the bottom level, I find the bathroom and knock on the door. “Cat.”
The door flies open and she points at her coffee-stained dress, while I try to focus on the stains, not the curve of her breasts and her discreet but lush cleavage. “You did this,” she accuses, pulling my gaze back to hers, while her verbal attack reminds me that she is hard to get in every way but a good fight.
“I didn’t do this,” I say. “I—”
“You were flirting with that woman and she was staring at you with her panties melting, and she just walked right into me. You did this. Move. I need to go home and change.”
She’s jealous, and I can’t help but be a little pleased about this, but I bite back a smile and a laugh sure to get me hurt. “Panties melting?” I rest my arm on the doorframe above her. “Sweetheart, since I met you, the only panties I want to melt for me are yours.”
“Really?” she demands. “Prove it.”
“Name the time and place.”
Her cheeks huff. “Forget I said that.”
“No. I won’t forget that you said that. Challenge once again accepted.”
“Move. I need to go home and change because you ruined my dress.”
I decide not to point out the inaccuracy of that statement yet again, and settle on a peace offering. “I’ll buy you a new dress.”
“Seriously? You’ll buy me a new dress? Is that supposed to melt my panties? You think you can buy your way past your bad behavior? First you cut in line and want to buy my coffee, and now this. You really are an arrogant ass, and I can’t be bought.”
I grab her and pull her to me, my hand at the side of her face, the other on her hip, when I want my hands everywhere, all over her. “I was not flirting with that woman, but you are another story.” I close my mouth down on hers, my tongue licking into her mouth. At first, she resists, but I deepen the kiss and she moans a sexy little moan, and then she’s melting into me, kissing me back. The taste of her is chocolate and coffee. Temptation burns through me, thickening my cock.
But she suddenly pushes on my chest, tearing her mouth from mine. “Like I said,” she pants out, “I can’t be bought.”
“You think that kiss was bribery?” I ask.
“Yes,” she says. “I do.”
“Did it work?”
“A little, but once you let go of me, I’ll get over it.”
“If I give you the chance, but I won’t.”
“I told you—”
I kiss her again, this time a long, drugging, deep kiss before I say, “If I had time,” I say, finishing the sentence in my head with multiple choices: I would fuck you, lick you, punish you with an orgasm you want but can’t have until you see me again. “I have to get to court.”
“If you had time,” she says, “I still wouldn’t let you do any of the things you’re thinking about doing.”
“Like I said: Challenge accepted.” I release her and start up the stairs, turning back to add, “You taste as good as I knew you would,” before I turn away and head back up the stairs.
“Reese,” she says from behind me just before I reach the top level.
I turn to find her standing at the bottom of the step. “Yes, Cat?” I say, and holy fuck, she’s gorgeous with her hair down like this.
“You have my lipstick all over your mouth and face.”
I reach up and run my finger over my mouth to find a shade of pink on my finger. “Is it at least your lucky shade?”