Total pages in book: 36
Estimated words: 33553 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 168(@200wpm)___ 134(@250wpm)___ 112(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 33553 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 168(@200wpm)___ 134(@250wpm)___ 112(@300wpm)
At least not when she is me.
By the time we pull up outside the gates that afternoon, I'm a ball of stress. I just want to go home and spend a few more hours pretending to work from the kitchen table while Zion pretends he isn't staring at me. He did it all morning.
"You nervous, angel baby?" he rumbles from behind me as we stand at the bottom of the steps leading to Club Za's content house…which is a flashy mansion in one of the best neighborhoods in Nashville. His breath brushes my ear, lifting little hairs all over my body.
"Nope. Just trying to mentally prepare myself." That's a lie. I am nervous. I'm in nothing but a bikini under this dress and I've never worn one of those in public before today. I've especially never worn one with a gorgeous giant hovering over me.
"Want my advice?" he asks, his lips practically at my ear. All I'd have to do to melt into him would be to lean back a fraction of an inch. Would he pull me up against his chest? Would I feel his erection against my bottom?
I have a feeling the answer to both of those questions is yes.
"What's your advice?" My voice shakes slightly. It has nothing to do with nerves and everything to do with him. I like him far more than I should. Following his orders should piss me off. I didn't even follow orders when I was a kid. I don't need anyone barking them at me now. And yet…every time he tells me what to do, it only makes me burn hotter.
He's started a fire in me that I'm not sure I know how to quench. It's only growing bigger. Soon, I think it might rage out of control. And that's terrifying to me. Not being in control. Not deciding for myself what happens. It's a little exhilarating too.
"Fuck 'em," he growls, wrapping one arm around me. His hand splays across my stomach, searing me all the way to my womb as his lips actually touch my ear this time. "They can't compete where they don't compare, and these motherfuckers won't ever compare, Makenzie. You've got something they'll never have."
"W-what do I have?"
"Fire, angel baby. You've got enough fire to set this whole goddamn world ablaze if you wanted to do it." He grazes his nose down the side of my neck, groaning faintly. "Goddamn, you smell good."
"Zion," I whimper. Yes, whimper. It's a sound I've never made, but it's the only one I can utter with his hands on my body.
His hand tightens on my stomach, his erection digging into my back as he plasters himself to my body. His teeth sink into the shell of my ear. He growls worldlessly and then mutters something that sounds like too fucking sexy before he reluctantly steps away from me.
I peel my eyes open, my cheeks blazing when I see half a dozen people climbing the stairs ahead of us. I never even heard them arrive, let alone go around us. They probably think I'm a trollop or something.
Screw it. Let them think what they want. They will anyway.
I suck in a breath, forcing my mind off of Zion and the desire churning through me like a tsunami. I can worry about that later. Right now, I have a job to do. I square my shoulders, lift my chin, and paste a bright smile on my face.
Zion grabs my hand before I make it even a step.
I glance over my shoulder at him to see him staring at me with this expression that's light and dark, heaven and hell. It's…Lord, if he doesn't belong in Asgard, no one does.
"Don't say my name like that again unless you're ready to give all these people a show, Kenzie," he says, his voice a dark rumble. "Next time, I'll be fucking you over the railing while everyone sees just how much of a fucking good girl you can be when you're coming on command."
Oh. My. God. He did not just say that.
My entire body erupts in flames this time, desire flaring so hot and hard it's like a mini heatwave rolls through me. I stumble in my heels before I manage to right myself with a hand on the railing.
Madden didn't send me the annoying brother. He sent me the freaking Sex God brother.
Sweet baby Jesus.
There's only one sane option here.
Saying his name like that again, a little voice whispers.
I shove it down into a little corner and then slam a door on it. No way am I giving him what he wants. Hell no. If he wants to play dirty, then I'll play dirty too.
"My body, my choice, Zion."
"Say my name like that again and you'll have made your choice, angel baby."
I give him a haughty look, my chin in the air. "If you put your hands on me, I'll bite them off."