Total pages in book: 98
Estimated words: 95776 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 479(@200wpm)___ 383(@250wpm)___ 319(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 95776 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 479(@200wpm)___ 383(@250wpm)___ 319(@300wpm)
“Leave them alone. They need to get their shit hashed out.”
Huh?
That’s when I realize she isn’t alone. Colton is with her.
No wonder Alyssa looks so pissed off. Before I can decide what to do, the bar area disappears and we’re turning down a narrow hallway and past a set of bathrooms. When we come to a door, Beck reaches out and turns the handle.
I think we’re both surprised when it swings open. And I’m even more alarmed when he tugs me inside and locks us in the dark space.
Chapter Twelve
Beck
Without hitting the lights, it’s impossible to tell if we’re in a storage closet or an office. Either way, I don’t care. I need to get my hands on this girl before I explode.
In my jeans.
“Beck—”
I tug her close and seal my lips over hers. When her palms flatten against my chest, I half-expect her to push me away. Instead, her fingers dig into my shirt. My tongue sweeps over her mouth. When her lips remain sealed, I nip at her lower one. She yelps and I plunge my tongue inside.
The sound of her whimper reverberates inside my brain.
It’s the best fucking sound in the world.
One I want to hear more of.
It doesn’t take long for Mia to melt against me. Her hands slide up my chest before wrapping around my neck and drawing me closer. I’m starving for the taste of her. For years we’ve been dancing around each other, and I can’t take any more of it.
Whether or not she realizes it, things are going to change.
My hands drop from her waist to the supple roundness of her ass. I widen my fingers before squeezing the softness and pulling her flush so she can feel the thickness of my erection. I’m so fucking hard for her. No one has ever driven me this crazy.
After I’ve plundered the sweetness of her mouth, my lips blaze a hot trail to her chin. A groan escapes from her when I nibble at the curve of her jawline.
“We shouldn’t be doing this,” she whispers.
Is she serious?
I can’t think of anything else I’d rather be doing. And I’ll be damned if I leave this room without getting my fill of her. She may want to deny it, but she melts every time I put my hands on her.
The black dress she’s wearing is dangerous. She looks hot as hell. The moment I spotted her on the dance floor, I knew the night would end with her wrapped up in my arms and my hands all over her body.
My fingers trail from the curve of her ass to the hem that barely skims her thighs before I give it a slight tug. “Nice dress.”
“It’s Alyssa’s.”
“I figured, but you look amazing in it.”
“Thanks,” she sighs, bearing more of her neck to me.
Does Mia even realize what she’s doing?
It’s all the invitation I need to continue. My lips roam over the delicate flesh of her neck before sinking to her collarbone and kissing the smooth skin of her exposed breasts.
Fuck…I want to rip this dress off her body. Images of her stretched out in my bed flash through my head like a slow-motion picture show.
One hand slides beneath her dress, shoving the slinky material over the curve of her bare ass. As my hand explores the supple skin, I realize she’s wearing a thong, and it makes the erection I’m sporting even more painful. My finger traces the slender length of fabric from the elastic around her waist to her slit. Even through the thong, I can tell she’s completely soaked.
“Beck,” she moans.
“I need to touch you, Mia.” I pause as my heart races. “Do you want that, too?”
A deafening silence crashes around us, and I wonder if she’ll deny me. If that happens, I’ll have no other choice but to step away.
“Yes.”
The breath rushes from my lungs in a painful burst as she gives me the green light to proceed. I stroke my fingers over the damp material, and she arches her body.
“Please,” she murmurs.
My fingers slip beneath the thong to stroke over bare flesh. I caress her silky lower lips, never once dipping them inside. Restlessly she shifts against me. A whimper of protest escapes when I ease my hand away from her.
“Shh.” I press my mouth to hers before swallowing her displeasure. I hook my fingers in the band around her waist before dragging it down her hips and thighs until the tiny scrap of material puddles around her ankles. Now that my eyes have adjusted to the darkness, I realize there’s a desk shoved in the corner of the small space. I drop to my haunches and snatch the thong from the floor before shoving the lacy scrap in my pocket. As I straighten, I wrap my arms around her so that my hands splay wide on her naked backside, then I lift her from the floor. Her legs band around my waist and I hold her close, so her naked pussy is pressed against me.