Total pages in book: 160
Estimated words: 155798 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 779(@200wpm)___ 623(@250wpm)___ 519(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 155798 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 779(@200wpm)___ 623(@250wpm)___ 519(@300wpm)
I moved in an instant, hoisting her up and moving her against the wall again so her back was supported. Her legs opened, so I moved in even farther. She gasped as we came in contact. I stilled. My God, she felt good. I closed my eyes, bending down, my cheek resting against hers, just needing to feel her.
She had been holding her breath, but let it go, relaxing into my hold, and her legs lifted, winding around my back.
Jesus.
I was one move away from dry humping her.
A growl left me, and she stiffened. I felt drugged; that was the effect this woman had on me. “We need to go somewhere else.”
She felt my dick twitch against her, and a haze fell over her eyes. I watched, as if in slow motion, as her eyes half closed and she tugged her lip between her teeth. She moved against me, her center rubbing over my dick. Which I loved. Which I was already craving. For fuck’s sake, I was a minute away from reaching down with my hand, and after that, I couldn’t promise what we would or wouldn’t do. Her hold over me was uncharted territory.
That’s cause she’s a once-in-a-lifetime type of woman, a voice told me, laughing.
Right. I was aware, more than aware.
“Billie…” My tone was hoarse, strained. My hands clamped on her thighs, holding her more securely, and that only made her grind over me with more fervor. “Billie.”
“Jesus Christ.”
Déjà vu because once again, his voice broke through our reverie. And he was pissed.
I would’ve understood if our roles were reversed. Though, as I stepped back, still holding Billie against me, I glared at the detective. He’d been on another date with my girl.
I growled. “You’re interrupting.”
Billie went rigid before pushing at my chest until I lowered her back down. Her face went pale, and she scrambled away from me a few steps. Not far. I caught the edge of her shirt, keeping her within touching distance.
His eyes went to that touch, and he growled as well. “We’re on a date, Broudou.”
“Oh, God.” Billie groaned, her head dropping forward.
I smirked. “Doesn’t look like it’s going well.”
She groaned again.
“You’re a dick.”
I inclined my head. “Well. Yeah. It comes in handy with my job.”
Another rumble came from him before he drew in a controlling breath. “Billie…”
Her gaze lifted as she gulped, smoothing some of her hair back. “Travis. I…”
I could see her mind working. Both of us were aware of her situation, but she needed to choose. I’d crashed two of his dates, only one on purpose, but there couldn’t be a third time. For him or me.
She let out a soft, defeated sigh, her hand finding mine. “I—”
“I got it,” he said immediately. “Since I need to pay, I’ll let your sister know you’re finding your own way home.” He skewered me with a glare. “I’m trusting you won’t fuck that up?” He shifted, just slightly, but I caught the edge of his holster clipped to his pants.
I smirked again because fuck, but I couldn’t help it. I was still a Broudou. “Got it, Detective.”
“Good.” He was still glaring.
My phone buzzed.
I pulled it out.
Callie: I’ll make my own way home.
I tugged Billie along with me as I turned. “Have a good evening, Detective.”
We went around him.
He didn’t turn to watch us go, but he called after me. “Fuck off, Broudou.”
I couldn’t blame him.
14
BILLIE
I had never done that. Ever. Gone on a date and left with a different guy? That wasn’t me. I was responsible—overly responsible. Overly cautious. Overly reserved. Overly guarded—overly everything.
“So…” My voice broke. I felt Brett’s eyes on me, and I could feel his presence like a heaviness that coated me, a calming blanket. It soothed me, but then I remembered all the other ways he could make me feel. My chest constricted, just remembering how he’d lifted me, how my legs had wound around him like it was the most natural thing to do in the world.
“So?” he prompted.
Right. I’d started thinking. “So…” My voice cracked again. “This isn’t usual for me.” I gestured to the dashboard.
He was quiet. “You’re not used to gloveboxes?”
“What?” I looked at him.
The corner of his mouth curved up before he went back to focusing on the road. “You gestured to my glovebox and said this wasn’t usual for you.”
Oh! I laughed. “No. I mean, you and me. The way I react to you. It’s not normal. For me. And going off with a man I barely know? That’s really not normal for me.”
He looked my way again.
I couldn’t look at him. If I did, I’d get drawn into how it felt when he held me. I’d start feeling all warm and focus on how I wanted to feel that way again. How I only wanted to feel that way. “I think this is the first time I’ve experienced lust at first sight.”