Total pages in book: 63
Estimated words: 60234 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 301(@200wpm)___ 241(@250wpm)___ 201(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 60234 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 301(@200wpm)___ 241(@250wpm)___ 201(@300wpm)
He leans forward, wrapping one hand around my wrist so I can’t lean back or put any distance between us. “If you think that’s what I want, you are sorely fucking mistaken, Maggie. Did I want to fuck you? So bad, I can still smell you when I sleep at night. But I shouldn’t have done it that way, and I shouldn’t have run off.”
Damn, why was it so fucking hot when a guy talked so dirty? And did it just sound sexier coming from a fucking doctor? Mi Abuelita, rest her soul, would be so proud. A real doctor.
“If you say so.” His grip loosens, and I lean back, reaching for the cold beer the moment the waiter sets it down. “Thanks,” I tell him without breaking eye contact with Nova.
“I do say so, and I’ll show you.” His words are confident, almost arrogant. No, scratch that. When he flashes that smile that instantly makes my nipples go hard, it’s not almost arrogant. It is full-on cocky-bastard hot.
Yes, please. Wait, what the fuck am I thinking? He won’t have a chance to show me anything because I’m not staying. I can’t.
“Sorry for you, lover boy, that was a one-and-done. I’m going to give you what you want, info on BTD, and you’re going to give me lots of cashola and safe passage out of California.”
He stares at me for a long time, but I can’t figure out what he’s thinking because he doesn’t say anything. When the waiter arrives and serves our pizza, I dig in, and we eat in silence.
The pizza is really good. I’ve never had truffles before, but they live up to the hype. So does the guanciale with fresh tomatoes and herbs.
“Damn,” I say, smiling despite myself. “This is some good eating.”
Nova smiles as if he wants to please me, or maybe it’s just the desire to help people rearing its ugly head again. “Glad you like it. Want more?”
“No. Are you going to give me what I asked for?”
“Are you going to tell anyone you’re leaving?”
I shake my head. “No. Who the fuck would I tell? No one cares.”
The words fall from my lips in a flat monotone and serve as the perfect reminder as to why I can’t let the attraction to the biker-slash-doctor affect me. I need to look after myself first.
“I care,” he says so quietly I’m not sure I heard him correctly.
“Only because you want what I know about BTD, and you’ll get it. Then you won’t care either.” I ignore the stab in my chest at the truth of those words.
“I care, Maggie. I don’t want anything to happen to you. You wouldn’t have survived your injuries if I didn't care.” He gives me a searing gaze, so fucking hot it’s like a live wire between us, and my body begins to spark like a bitch in heat.
And I don’t want to believe his words, but I can’t see any lie in them, and that scares me.
Hell, he’s a biker who also happens to be a doctor, but at the end of the day, I know where his loyalty lies, and it’s not with any woman. It’s just the way things work, and I need to remember that.
“You’re a good man,” I reply because there’s nothing else to say.
“I can be,” he replies, his voice deeper than normal and thick with something that feels a hell of a lot like desire. “I can also be a bad man. A greedy man. A man who wants nothing more than strip you out of that sexy fucking blouse and slide my cock inside you until you’re begging for mercy. But rest assured, sweet Maggie, I won’t stop until my name is branded in your skin and every thrust of my cock takes away a piece of your soul, leaving you completely ruined for any other man.”
Oh. Fuck. “T-t-t-thanks. For dinner.” I practically moan the words.
He fucking smiles. “You are quite welcome. You want anything else? You ready to get out of here?”
“Sure. I think.” I stand and walk toward the door on wobbly legs, the heat between me and Nova the only thing telling me that he’s right behind me.
I’m going to fuck this man again. Oh yes, I am. I will get mine.
I reach the truck and turn just as his body slams against me, and his mouth claims my lips. Oh yes, I am about to do this.
His tongue moves like he’s an Olympic kisser, sliding back and forth across my lips while my body shivers under his roaming hands. Suddenly, my hands join the party, sliding under his t-shirt until I feel a hot, hard man under my palms. My thumbs brush across his nipples, and he pulls back with a hiss, eyes dark and stormy.
“Maggie,” he growls a second before attacking my mouth again.