Total pages in book: 30
Estimated words: 28145 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 141(@200wpm)___ 113(@250wpm)___ 94(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 28145 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 141(@200wpm)___ 113(@250wpm)___ 94(@300wpm)
Christopher threw his head back with a laugh.
Vixen's brows furrowed. That was funny?
When he finally had a hold of himself, Christopher managed to say in a fairly steady voice, "If it means anything, I find you just as distracting."
Vixen brightened. He found her distracting? Truly?
"It's not just as easy to tell in my case," he murmured, "since I have more experience eliminating mental distractions."
Vixen thought about this. Mm. That actually made a lot of sense. Clearing his mind was likely a part of his pre-game prep, and if he could do it, well...surely she could, too. She just needed practice—-
"Vixen?"
She glanced up. "Yes?"
"I think we've gotten a little off topic again," he said dryly.
"Oh. Right." Vixen wrinkled her nose, hating the way this whole love business was making her so mentally disorganized. One could only hope that she would become like Christopher one day, and—-
"Vixen."
Oh no, she had done it again.
Determined not to be sidetracked so easily, Vixen decided to simply go for it, and after raising herself on her toes for what she hoped was the last time, she whispered into his ear, "I believe the only way we can be really sure about our feelings is by having sex—-"
"Thank fuck."
Christopher muttered the words with such feeling that Vixen had to laugh, but this quickly turned into a gasp as he suddenly gripped her hand...
And then they were running.
Fast.
So fast that it only took mere minutes before they were back in Christopher's suite, the athlete was kicking the door shut, and the next thing she knew, he was already pulling her shirt over her head—-
Oh!
The look of shock on Vixen's face made Christopher pause, and for one moment it almost made him feel like he was the big, bad, fucking wolf about to have his way with his own Little Red Riding Hood from Stanhope Medical Center.
But since they both knew Vixen's innocence was nothing but an act...
Stop thinking stupid thoughts and start fucking!
And with this thought topmost in his mind, Christopher swiftly finished undressing Vixen, and his first glimpse of her naked body had him sucking his breath.
Perfect.
She was so fucking perfect that...
Fuck.
Even though it sounded crazy in his own mind, Christopher just couldn't get rid of the thought that a man like him had no right to lay a hand on a single sinful inch of Vixen's body.
THE SPEED IN WHICH she found herself without a stitch of clothing initially stunned Vixen, but when Christopher just as suddenly released his hold on her, the seconds that followed allowed Vixen to gradually regain control of herself.
And her first thought?
I'm naked, and he's not!
She was about to reach for the towel he had thrown on the floor when she belatedly noticed the grim set of his jaw. "Christopher?"
"This isn't right."
Vixen's body turned rigid with shock. "What do you mean this isn't right?"
"Everything," Christopher bit out. "I wish I could explain myself better, and believe me..." His voice turned grim. "I know what I'm giving up here, dammit."
Vixen didn't quite know what to say. Christopher's gaze had gone straight to her chest while speaking, and with the way he was staring at her breasts like they were his lifelong obsession...
Now this man was the REAL deal, Vixen couldn't help thinking. All of her life, she had wondered if perhaps there might be truth to what people was saying about her, but now that Christopher was standing before her, and staring at Vixen's exposed bosom with such hungry hazel eyes...
It was Christopher, between the two of them, who was spellbindingly oversexed, and to feel her body actually respond to his ravenous gaze...
A chance, Vixen reminded herself. She needed to give whatever this was with Christopher a chance, and so she heard herself say, "You don't have to give anything up."
Christopher groaned. "I'm trying to be the fucking good guy here—-"
"And I'm saying you don't have to." Vixen could feel herself regaining more and more of her confidence at the way Christopher kept arguing her. While she believed herself truly in love with him now, it didn't mean she was blind to reality. Given his womanizing reputation, it surely wouldn't come easy or naturally to Christopher to deny himself like this.
And so for him to still do it for Vixen, albeit with reasons that could only be misguided...
He's in love with me, too, Vixen realized with a start.
Christopher wanted to kill himself when he saw the sudden way Vixen straightened, which of course caused her breasts to thrust forward like they were begging for his attention.
Fuck! This! Life!
After thirty-plus years of hibernation, why the hell did his conscience have to start causing trouble now—-
Christopher swore under his breath when Vixen suddenly took a step towards him. "What do you think you're—-dammit!"
She had taken another step instead of answering him, and this forced Christopher to take a step back.