Total pages in book: 66
Estimated words: 64066 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 320(@200wpm)___ 256(@250wpm)___ 214(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 64066 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 320(@200wpm)___ 256(@250wpm)___ 214(@300wpm)
I turn to leave, not wanting to hear anything more he has to say.
It’s just lust, and I craved him.
And now, well, I’m going to turn and try to forget him.
A man as beautiful as he, clearly has issues. And they’re issues I don’t want anything to do with, I tell myself as I walk away from him.
4
“No.” His voice stops me. “I will take you home.”
I pretend I don’t hear him, even though every part of my body is on full alert and is hyperaware that he’s now close behind me.
“Everly.”
I stop, though I’m almost at the door. Turning to look at him, everything about him that I just learned from May flies through my mind.
He doesn’t do relationships.
He is rich.
Possibly as rich as my father.
There isn’t much else about him.
His private life is that, private.
“Gunner, I don’t have time for this. Whatever this is. Please just let me go,” I say in a soft voice, careful not to let it carry anywhere but between the two of us as I continue to walk out.
“I’m cold, dismissive, hard. I’m trying to block those traits from you, so as to not scare you. It’s difficult.” His revelation shocks me so much that my feet stop, and I turn back to look at him. When I see his eyes on me, I have to remember to breathe.
Have you ever been watched by someone you thought was made by God? Crafted straight from his hands. It’s exhilarating to have the eyes of someone like that on you. I know I’m not ugly, but I’m also no supermodel. I have an ass, my hips are larger than most, and my tits are smaller than a handful. But having him look at me the way he is right now, makes me feel like I’m the only woman he wants to see.
May likes to say I’m a blue-eyed Kim Kardashian. Just not as fit.
“I didn’t ask you to be someone else for me,” I say, my hands holding my purse in front of me, and I’m unsure of what made him suddenly confess.
“You didn’t. But I want to try. For you.”
“Why?”
Gunner steps closer, his hand now coming up to grab mine that’s glued to my purse.
“I mean, we’ve just met. This, well… this can’t be anything. Let’s just leave it.”
His warm hand squeezes mine. “Come back to my place with me.”
Did he not hear what I just said?
Was I completely unclear?
“Sorry, what?”
“I didn’t whisper it. You heard me, Everly. Come back to mine, so I can have you.”
Someone walks past us out the door and bumps me, pushing me into his arms. He catches me with his strong hands and doesn’t let me go. I feel my heart rate speed up and it rings through my ears at his simple touch. My breathing’s heavier, and I have to remember it’s only a simple hold, a simple touch, there’s nothing more.
I take a deep breath as one hand releases me, but he doesn’t step away. There’s no callouses on his beautiful hands as they touch my chin ever so lightly. Just a delicate touch. I smell him ever so clearly, having him this close, as he lifts my chin to look up at him.
Gunner’s breath tickles my face as he leans down, and I know he’s going to kiss me, and I’m helpless to stop him.
“No escaping now, Everly.”
His words don’t register in my brain as his lips touch mine, and that’s all my body can think about. How when he presses his lips to mine, what that feeling does for me. How I fall apart in his hands. His body comes into contact with mine, and he pulls me even closer with a soft hand at the back of my dress, holding me to him. It’s possessive, and at that moment if he took me right here, right now, I wouldn’t be able to say no. How can I? He’s too much, I can’t resist him. My resolve is a puddle on the ground, melting all around me.
Pressing my body closer to him, I feel his hardness on my stomach, and if I stretched up a little bit more, maybe on my tippy toes, he would be exactly where I want him. Exactly.
His tongue works like magic, the spell he’s cast is fucking me over and making me hypnotized to his needs. Fuck my needs and wants, everything flies out the window when I am within his grasp. My hands grip his shirt, my purse dangles from my wrist as I focus solely on him.
I hear the click of a camera, and it brings me back to reality. I pull away fast, putting a step between us. “Take me back to yours.” I look up at him. It’s then I notice his lips are red from my lipstick and he has a slow smirk on his lips.