Total pages in book: 153
Estimated words: 147021 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 735(@200wpm)___ 588(@250wpm)___ 490(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 147021 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 735(@200wpm)___ 588(@250wpm)___ 490(@300wpm)
His grin is sheepish. “That I wanted to pick you up from your last exam so we could celebrate.”
“That was sweet, but you probably should have driven your other car.” Before he can defend himself, I curve a hand around the back of his neck and pull his mouth to mine. I even indulge in a few strokes of tongue before I pull away.
“You know that’ll end up on the hockey sites,” he says, but he’s still smiling.
“Yeah. We need to manage this situation you’ve created. Then we can go celebrate.” I pat his chest and turn around, whistling the way Hemi taught me again.
The people closest to us step back. I raise my hand. “Hi, my name is Aurora. I’m Hollis’s girlfriend, and I completely understand your excitement that he’s here, because I share it.”
That gets me a few shocked gasps and some laughter. “Hollis has twenty minutes. He will sign hats, shirts, or bags, but no body parts. Please have your camera phone ready for a photo. Any inappropriate touching or comments, and he will leave immediately.”
With the help of Jameson and campus security, who have come over to check on the commotion, we’re able to handle the crowd while Hollis signs hats and bags and takes photos with fans. I grab contact information from the security guards and promise Jameson I’ll text later this weekend with ticket information.
Once we’re in the car and out of the parking lot, I angle my body toward Hollis. “Are you okay?”
“Yeah. That was…unexpected.”
“Toronto is in the playoffs, and a university campus is a hotbed for excitement, especially on the final day of exams.” We’re lucky more than half the campus has already cleared out.
“I wanted to surprise you.” His gaze moves over me in that familiar fiery way that makes my toes curl. “You were sexy as fuck back there, by the way.”
“Thanks.” I beam at the compliment.
“Did you mean what you said?” he asks as he stops at a red light.
I bite back a smile. “About being your girlfriend?”
“That’s the part, yeah.” His expression is hopeful.
“I’d sort of hoped we’d have a little more privacy when I said that, but there were some thirsty women eyeing you.” When his face starts to fall, I rush on. “But yes. I mean it. I choose you, Hollis. I mean, I’ve been choosing you for a while, and I know you’re in this with me. I’m ready for this, for us.”
“Yeah?”
“Yeah.”
“I am so fucking glad to hear that.” His smile is wide and warm and full of so much love my heart gets all gushy, along with other body parts.
“I think we should go back to your place and celebrate our new relationship status and my being finished with university.”
“What kind of celebration do you have in mind?”
“Hmm...” I tap my lip. “How about the kind that includes a look at that list of fantasies I have?”
He kisses the back of my hand, and I feel it in my vagina. “I love that idea. Plus, I have a surprise waiting for you at home.” The light turns green, and he refocuses on the road.
“Oooh, I love surprises. Except the kind where my dad walks into my apartment unannounced, or when Tristan can’t wait for Rix to come over and they end up having a fuckfest in our apartment instead of at his place.” They haven’t done that without warning since I mentioned to Rix how the walls can be thin. Tristan even apologized for ever making me feel uncomfortable. I think it was more painful watching how awkward he was than accidentally hearing their antics.
“It would be justifiable to return the favor before she moves in with him full time,” Hollis muses.
“We’re tamer than they are by a long shot, though.”
“Yeah. There’s no way I’ll put my entire hand in your vagina.”
“Three fingers are always welcome.”
Hollis groans. “Let’s hope we make it past the front door.”
“I sort of hope we don’t.”
We hit the next red light, and Hollis taps agitatedly on the steering wheel.
I shift in my seat and slide my hands between my thighs. “I can’t wait to get you out of those clothes.”
He eyes me from the side. “What else can’t you wait for?”
“Mm... So many things. I’ve missed kissing you.”
“I’ve missed that, too.”
“And the feel of your mouth on me. God, I’m dying for your tongue between my thighs.”
He makes a deep noise in the back of his throat.
“And that sound. I want more of that.” I skim the back of his hand with my fingertips, and he groans again. “I love that so much.”
“What else do you want, Princess?”
“I want to be under you. I want the weight of you pressing me into the mattress, your hand on my throat, and your eyes on mine while you fuck me hard and slow.”