Total pages in book: 122
Estimated words: 115590 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 578(@200wpm)___ 462(@250wpm)___ 385(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 115590 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 578(@200wpm)___ 462(@250wpm)___ 385(@300wpm)
He rubbed a hand over the back of his neck on his way to his dresser, grabbing a T-shirt from the bottom drawer. He tossed the balled-up shirt to me.
I glanced down at the worn material in my hand. “Thanks.”
“I can give you boxers if you want.”
“I’m good.”
I avoided making eye contact with him before going to the bathroom to change. I slipped into the band T-shirt that smelled of everything Zepp. My reflection caught in the toothpaste smeared mirror, and I judged the girl staring back at me because she was weak for a hopeless boy.
I stopped in the doorway when I noticed Zepp sprawled on top of the sheets in nothing but his boxers. All inked, tanned skin, and chiseled lines on display. He brought a joint to his lips, his gaze trailing over me in a way that made my heart skitter in my chest.
“That shirt looks good on you, Roe.” He held out the joint to me when I crawled onto the bed. “You should keep it.”
I didn’t often smoke, but my nerves were on edge. So I took it, inhaling a deep breath. “Thanks,” I said, a pungent cloud drifting in front of my face. I took another drag, then passed it back to him. Seconds later, my muscles relaxed. All tension evaporated, and I didn’t give a shit about anything but Zepp. I wanted parts of him that girls like Leah Andrews could never hope to see.
“Tell me something about you.”
He absentmindedly twirled a piece of my hair around his finger. “I’m fucking high…”
So was I, but if anything, it made that wall I usually surrounded myself with crack and crumble. “Tell me something no one else knows about Zeppelin Hunt.”
“I just told you I was high, right? Like no one else knows that right now. For sure.” He dropped my hair on a laugh.
“So am I. But you don’t see me avoiding shit.”
“The first time I noticed you was two summers ago when you were washing some shit car in your drive. I told the guys you were off-limits.” He nudged me. “You’re welcome. Hendrix would have tried to screw you.”
That was almost sweet. For Zepp. “But you never even spoke to me.”
“I told you, I never talked to girls I don’t sleep with.”
“Should I be offended that you never tried that, either?”
“Are you kidding me?” He rolled to his side, trailing a warm finger across my lips. “Do you have any idea how bad I want you?”
And how many girls had he said that to? How many had fallen at his feet for that line? I wanted something from him, but it wasn’t that.
Something crackled to life when my palm slid over the hard plane of his chest. Like static electricity igniting each particle of air between our bodies. Everything I knew about Zepp told me he was a bad idea, I knew it, but in that moment, he was simply a boy who made me feel.
“What if I just want to kiss you?” I whispered.
“I wouldn’t stop you.”
Strong fingers dug into my hips, and there was a pause, a precipice we both seemed to linger on. Zepp’s lips met mine, stealing every trace of breath from my lungs. He made me want to break for him because that kiss said he’d catch my scattered pieces and rearrange them into something hard and indestructible.
His gentleness only lasted a few moments before he snapped, pulling me into his lap. The kiss grew every bit as brutal as he was, and heat blazed across every inch of my skin when Zepp pressed up between my legs, solid arms banded around me.
“You feel so good, Roe,” he mumbled against my lips. His hands went to my ass, and I moved them back to my waist.
“Fuck.” He pressed against me again, agitated, like a wild animal pacing the bars of a cage.
I could sense him ready to snap.
“Tell me you don’t want to?” He groped at my chest, and I guided his hand back to my waist again.
“I’m not fucking you,” I said on a staggered breath, though I couldn’t deny that I liked the way he felt pressed between my thighs.
“Other things.” He fisted my hair, teeth sinking into my bottom lip as he pushed up against me. Heat shot through me like a drug. “We can do other things.”
Gripping his jaw, I forced him back an inch. “Just a kiss,” I breathed. But I was pretty sure that Zeppelin Hunt had never had “just a kiss” in his life, and this...well, this was so much more than just a kiss. I knew that.
“Bullshit.”
“I don’t want to fuck you, Zepp.”
He froze, hands on my hips. “Then why are you kissing me?” He sounded so confused, and I almost smiled.
“Do you hate it?”
His mouth covered mine. His hands fisted my shirt. “No.” Then he groaned and tore away, resting his forehead against my throat. “I’m too high for this shit.” He gave me one last, hard kiss, then shifted me out of his lap, and rose to his feet.