Total pages in book: 69
Estimated words: 68892 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 344(@200wpm)___ 276(@250wpm)___ 230(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 68892 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 344(@200wpm)___ 276(@250wpm)___ 230(@300wpm)
The sheer relief I felt at knowing it was him was debilitating.
I swallowed. “I didn’t want to wait.”
“My date is my nephew’s wife.” He bit the lobe of my ear, causing my entire body to jolt.
“Fuck.” I gasped, unable to say anything else.
“If you’d have waited like I’d asked you, I would’ve explained that,” he continued.
I snorted. “And you would’ve waited while I wrapped myself around another man?”
He stiffened.
“I didn’t think so,” I growled, trying to pull away. “Let me go.”
He tightened his arms further.
“No,” he disagreed. “I’ve been searching for you for half the night.”
I frowned as I looked at him over my shoulder. “What? Why? Why didn’t you just call me?”
I mean, I wouldn’t have answered, but he would’ve known I was okay since I would’ve sent it to voicemail.
“I did,” he said. “And it rang, and rang, and rang.”
“Oh,” I paused. “I had it on silent. For the event, but it was dead anyway.”
“The event that you left,” he growled.
I squirmed in his arms, and he moved his arms so that one was around my chest, right under my breasts, and the other was around my hips.
My feet were now dangling off the ground.
He stiffened at my back. “What the fuck are you wearing?”
I licked my lips. “Shorts and a tank.”
“These aren’t shorts,” he said, running his fingers along the hem of one leg. “These are indecent.” I would’ve laughed had he not continued to follow the hem of my shorts until it curved to the inside of my thigh. “If they were shorts, I wouldn’t be so close to your pussy right now.”
I shivered at his words.
“You should probably let me go,” I told him. “We’re in the middle of a parking lot that gets a lot of traffic.”
I looked over my shoulder at him, and that was when I spotted an SUV, blocking me on one side with my SUV blocking us on the other.
The only people that could see me would be the ones that were driving past on the interstate at a high rate of speed.
“Not letting you go,” he said before he turned and opened the back door of his SUV.
I blinked when I found myself deposited into it.
But before I could say a word, he followed me inside.
I went to move over, but he caught my leg and yanked me, causing me to fall.
That leg was then pressed upwards and out before his entire body followed me down onto the seat that I now found myself lying back on.
“Looked for you for two hours and couldn’t find you. Didn’t think you could get as far as you did. Your last known signal pinged you in Terrell. Didn’t see you on your back seat. You blended in with the blanket. So I went searching inside for you. Around the property. Went over to the IHOP. Didn’t see you anywhere. Came back here, and then realized you’d been sleeping, with the door unlocked, the entire time.” He growled against my lips. “Opened the door and just stared at you for the longest fucking time. You didn’t even have a clue.”
And he got pissed.
That was more than evident by the way he was punishing me with his kisses.
“What are you doing?” I gasped in between kisses. “We’re in a parking lot.”
Why did I ask that?
Because he was slowly pushing my shorts down my hips. So slowly that I hadn’t even realized he was doing it until now, when they were halfway down my backside.
The only thing keeping them in place were my legs being spread.
“What do you think I’m doing?” he growled.
“I think that maybe you should stop,” I whispered, my head overwhelmed with everything that I was feeling.
I didn’t want him to stop.
But I was supposed to sound responsible, wasn’t I?
I wasn’t supposed to want to do this in the middle of the brightest parking lot with half a dozen strangers around pumping their gas… right?
I mean, I really should be asking him to take his hands off of me.
But I couldn’t.
I didn’t want to.
I wanted this more than I wanted to eat cookies at midnight.
I wanted him more than I wanted to stop going to my father’s functions.
I just plain wanted him.
With a passion that bordered on extreme.
He growled when he saw the flash of skin, revealing the tattoo of a queen of spades.
“Too late for that,” he said, sounding rough. “Knew the moment I saw you again that I couldn’t do this. I’m not a good man. A good man would let you go. A good man would say, run, and stay far, far away. But I’ve never been a good person. I want you to be at my side, and I don’t really care what comes at me as long as you’re still standing there at the end.”
I wasn’t sure that I liked the direction his thoughts had gone.