Total pages in book: 171
Estimated words: 164459 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 822(@200wpm)___ 658(@250wpm)___ 548(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 164459 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 822(@200wpm)___ 658(@250wpm)___ 548(@300wpm)
I snatched up my car keys, dropped some money on the table for my bill and a tip, and then I pushed out of my chair, hurrying for the exit.
I took out my cellphone, sending Kylie a quick text. I knew she saw me leaving, but she wasn’t ready to go yet, so I told her to take her time, that I’d be waiting in the car for her whenever she was ready.
She wasn’t going to keep me waiting, and I secretly appreciated that. I hated ruining her fun. This was twice in one night, but in that moment all I could think about was getting out of there.
I needed to get away from Jackass Drake.
I rushed for my car, unlocking it with the key fob on the way. Before I could get inside, I heard the crunching of gravel and then a hand came down on the window, slamming my door closed.
I gasped as the same hand wrapped round my arm and squeezed it with slight pressure. He whirled me around and pressed my back against the cold door.
Bold green eyes focused on mine, pink lips so close I felt my belly swirling with heat. His hands went to either side of my head, pressing on the car.
He smelled good…sweet pine, sweet earth. His jaw was locked, hair on his forehead, breathing deeply through his nostrils.
“I’m trying to fucking save you from me, Jenny.”
“I don’t need you to save me from anything.” My breathing accelerated with his.
“Why the hell do you need to be friends with a guy like me, anyway?”
I shrugged. “I don’t know. I guess I don’t have to. I just…want to.”
Sighing, he brought one hand to his face, roughly running it over his forehead and eyes. He was aggravated, but just like me, he couldn’t let go. He hated being away.
“What is it that you want, huh?” he bit through clenched teeth. “What is it, Jenny? You want me to talk sweet to you? Is that it? You want me to tell you some bullshit about how I’m actually a good guy deep down, how I secretly wish to be with you too, but my life won’t allow it—our lives, wont allow it?”
His questions were rhetorical, but they spoke to me. There was truth behind them. He was opening up and he didn’t even realize it.
Suddenly, his face straightened, and he moved in closer, pressing his crotch into my belly. I stilled when his hands came to my face and he clasped it, keeping my eyes on his.
Breath shallow, I watched as his eyes narrowed. He studied me like a piece of artwork, like I was some intricate masterpiece that no one could figure out. The kind of masterpiece that is too beautiful to replicate—too unique to pass by without a thorough glance.
That same torment and confliction from the previous week ran deep in his eyes again. He hated this, but liked it just a tad bit more.
“Fuck,” he breathed. “Fuck, Jenny.”
“What?” I finally spoke, my voice hardly a whisper.
“That’s what you want, isn’t it? All of that shit I just said is exactly what you want.” He shook his head with a small huff. He still had my face in his large, rough hands. “You want me so fucking bad, but you don’t even know what I can provide. That’s seriously fucked up. Realize this, Jenny,” he said, face stern, his chest pressing on mine. “I’m not a good guy. I don’t say sweet shit and I don’t like to fucking apologize. In a sense, I’m just like my fucking father. But… unlike him, I won’t sleep on my feelings. I won’t put up a guard against you. I keep getting told that I’m only hurting myself when I do that. So you want me?” he breathed raggedly, leaning forward and skimming my jawline with the tip of his nose. “You want me, so I’ll let you see for yourself just how truly fucked up I am. I’ll let you decide whether you really want to get to know me, or if you will just end up hating me, which is exactly what I am expecting.”
With our eyes bolted, I could feel it all. I could feel him—the fire racing through my veins, my heart pounding like a fucking drum. I was on the tip of my toes and I didn’t even realize it.
My breasts were pressed on his solid chest, bodies glued, and then, finally, it happened. It happened and it was so good I felt like I’d died and gone to heaven.
Drake’s lips crushed mine, thick fingers curling around the nape of my neck. He held me the entire time, his tongue sweeping through my mouth, stealing a taste.
He groaned, his groin pressing into me, digging into my belly. I moaned when our tongues mingled, and sighed when he pulled away for a fleeting moment.