Total pages in book: 167
Estimated words: 164557 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 823(@200wpm)___ 658(@250wpm)___ 549(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 164557 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 823(@200wpm)___ 658(@250wpm)___ 549(@300wpm)
I loop my hands around Will’s neck. He places his on my waist and tugs me toward him. Our bodies aren’t flush, but there isn’t much distance between them. I feel the heat radiating off him. I run my fingers over the soft hairs at the nape of his neck.
He searches my face. “Are you okay?”
“I’m good.” My lips quirk in a wry smile. “Are you? Because you’re looking a little tense.”
“I’m trying very hard not to squeeze your ass right now.”
My smile widens. “I totally feel your hands hovering over it. They’re dying to move lower, aren’t they?”
“So badly,” he groans.
As we sway to the music, my gaze drifts toward our booth. Beckett was on his phone, but he must sense me staring because he lifts his head and winks at me.
“Do you still find him annoying?” Will asks with a knowing look.
“No.” In a grudging tone, I admit, “I like him.”
“Told you. He’s cool. Funny.”
“And I like you,” I say softly.
Will nods. “I’m also cool.”
“But not funny?” I tease.
“Probably more sarcastic than funny.”
I’d already pegged that Will is the more serious of the two. But what I didn’t expect is for him to be so…sexy. He’s exuding some serious sex appeal tonight. A far cry from the boy-next-door vibes he gives off in the lab.
As the song comes to an end, Will bends his head so he can whisper in my ear.
“You’re so fucking gorgeous, Charlotte. You have no idea.”
Like I said, serious sex appeal.
His husky compliment gets me all warm and gooey. My rational Charlotte side thinks he’s probably just buttering me up so he can get me in bed, but when he pulls back and I glimpse the need burning in his eyes, I know he at least means what he says.
In this moment, he truly craves me.
So does Beckett, whose eyes drink me in when we return to the booth. He licks his bottom lip, and suddenly, I’m dying for a taste. Just a sampler. I don’t have to gorge on the entire hockey player feast, but maybe just a bite.
I look from one guy to the other.
“Ask for the bill.”
Will thrusts his arm up to signal the waiter before I can even close my mouth. Yeah. Someone’s eager to leave too.
I slip my sweater on and button it up, then shoulder my purse and follow the boys out the door. My heartbeat is out of control again, ready to combust the closer we get to the parking lot. I didn’t bring a coat because I’d only be walking from the car to the door, and the brisk November air chills my face and puckers my nipples. I wrap my arms around myself, shivering as we cross the nearly deserted lot to my car.
“You cold?” Beckett murmurs.
I nod.
“Come here. I’ll warm you up.”
The next thing I know, he’s stepping up behind me. Two strong, muscular arms surround me. One locks around my waist, his hand resting on my upper thigh. He uses his other hand to sweep my hair away from my face, letting it fall down my back.
Then he rests his cheek against mine and whispers, “Give Larsen his good-night kiss.”
Every inch of me throbs as I stand there flush with Beckett’s body. I feel a hard bulge pressing against my ass, the heat of his heavy pecs against my shoulder blades.
Will moves in front of me. At five five, I’m taller than average, but I still have to tilt my head back to look at him. These boys are so tall. I feel miniature sandwiched between them.
Will takes another step closer. His hand lowers to my hip, while the warmth of Beckett’s palm brands my other side. Will’s other hand strokes my cheek with an almost possessive confidence.
“Kiss me good night, Charlie.”
He won’t do it without my permission, I realize. Without me initiating it. I appreciate that, but I also hate being thrust into this position, the one propelling the boat. I want to let the current take over and just be carried along with it. But I understand his need for total clarity. I already know that Will and Beckett want to kiss me. I have to show them that I want it too.
I rise on my tiptoes and close the distance between our lips. The move causes my ass to push back against Beckett’s growing erection, and I hear his groan in my ear at the same time as Will’s mouth covers mine. He tastes like beer and the mint that came with the check.
His kiss is not gentle, but it’s not rough either. It’s a kiss that says he knows exactly what he wants, and he’s used to getting it. The passion of it is almost overwhelming. I melt against him, my tongue eager to taste his, and I’m breathless when he finally pulls away.