Total pages in book: 79
Estimated words: 76452 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 382(@200wpm)___ 306(@250wpm)___ 255(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 76452 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 382(@200wpm)___ 306(@250wpm)___ 255(@300wpm)
“You smell so good. Like sunshine and… you.”
“Me?”
“Yeah, I don’t know what it is, but I only smell it when I’m close to you.” He pulls me closer, to where my arms are now trapped between us. I should step away. I should try to break out of his hold, but I remain motionless.
“Dance with me, Charlie,” he says, wrapping his arms around me and holding me close.
“Here?”
“Yeah, right here.”
“We should move to the dance floor.” There’s zero intent behind my words. They’re empty, and his deep chuckle tells me that he knows it.
“Why would we do that when I can have you all to myself?” He runs his hand up and down my spine, and my body melts into him without further prompting. Am I so starved for a man’s affection that I’ll give in to my rival?
No. I’m not, and he’s not really my rival, not anymore. After the last few weeks, I’m not certain he ever was. Was it all in my head? The competition, the barbs back and forth? What was it if not rivalry? Some kind of twisted foreplay? Besides, I know without a shadow of a doubt I wouldn’t be this turned on by just any man. For some reason, it’s only Spencer who makes me feel this way.
I want to ask him why he wants me all to himself, but to be honest, I’m afraid of the answer. Lines are being blurred, and my body’s reaction to him is confusing. I shouldn’t want Spencer Pennington to wrap me in his arms and never let go. He’s not the man for me, even for one night. He’s my future boss, my college rival, and the best friend of the man who broke my sister’s heart.
I shouldn’t want him.
That doesn’t stop me from pushing my arms from between us and wrapping them around his waist. That doesn’t stop me from resting my head on his chest. He barely sways in the dark corner of this hallway to some country tune blaring over the bar speakers. It doesn’t stop me from thinking about how it would feel to have one night with him.
Just one.
“Just one what?” he asks, his voice soft.
Shit. “Nothing,” I murmur without lifting my head, praying like hell he’ll let it go.
“Just one what, Charlie girl?” he asks again.
“D-Dance. Just one dance.”
He leans back just enough so that I lift my head, and he turns us so that my back is pressed against the wall. “You’re lying,” he says matter-of-factly. “You hesitated, and the Charlie I know never hesitates. Tell me what you want, Charlotte, and I’ll give it to you.”
“It’s nothing.”
I gasp when he leans in and presses his lips to my neck, just beneath my ear. “It’s not nothing if it’s on your mind. Tell me. I can’t make it happen if I don’t know what it is.”
“What makes you think you can make it happen?” I ask, and he smirks, which causes me to curse under my breath. I just gave myself away.
“We’re already dancing, Charlie girl.” His lips move to my ear. His hot breath causes shivers to race down my spine. He pulls me closer. His body is now molded to mine, and I’m pressed up against the wall. We’re completely hidden from sight.
“Fine. You’re so full of yourself. I was wondering what it would be like to be with you for one night.” I start to explain further, but I know I’m digging myself into a hole here, so I need to keep my mouth shut.
“Let’s find out.” Before I know what’s happening, his lips are on mine. His kiss is like a storm, a tornado that rips through everything I thought I knew. Rips through everything I thought I wanted.
I kiss him back.
This isn’t the first time his lips have been on mine, but it is the first time his large hands have roamed my body. One hand slides from my hip over my thigh, and then he reaches bare skin just beyond my skirt. He growls and pulls my leg up to wrap around him.
Oh, God. I’m bare, and all it would take was one small move for him to notice. I should stop this. I should push him away, but he deepens this kiss, his tongue gliding with mine as if we’ve done this very thing every day for the last ten years.
His hand moves up my bare thigh beneath my skirt, and when he reaches my hip, he freezes. He pulls away from our kiss to rest his forehead against mine. “Charlie, baby, are you bare right now? Are you walking around in this sexy-ass skirt with no panties?” he asks, his voice is thick and gravelly.
His hard cock is pressing against my belly, and that’s my only excuse for the words that come out of my mouth next. “You ruined my panties,” I blurt.