Total pages in book: 94
Estimated words: 95340 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 477(@200wpm)___ 381(@250wpm)___ 318(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 95340 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 477(@200wpm)___ 381(@250wpm)___ 318(@300wpm)
“Yes!” She sounds frustrated. “That would have been great. Do you know how many idiots I’ve gone on first dates with in the past few weeks? Ugh, Brodie.” Lizzy laughs though, sliding her hands back up around my neck where I think they should take up permanent residency.
“Why are you so shy?” she whispers.
“I’m not shy. I talk plenty.”
“Did you think I was gonna bite?” Her lips press against the spot under my ear and I had no fucking idea how sensitive it was until she put her mouth there.
CHAPTER THIRTY-THREE
LIZZY
“No I didn’t think you were going to bite. I just assumed you were probably seeing someone.”
He thought I was in a relationship? “Based on what?”
“Based on how cute you are?” His big, wide shoulders move up and down in a shrug. “You just look like the kind of girl who would be snapped up right away.”
Awww. That’s, like, “The nicest thing any guy have ever said to me.”
I could eat him up.
Not only does he look good enough to eat, with his bumps and bruises and cut—but he’s sweet enough to eat, too.
“I’m not trying to be sweet, I’m just being honest.”
Is this guy capable of bullshitting, even for a second? I’ve never heard a dishonest or patronizing word come out of his mouth—at least, not one that’s been directed at me.
I appreciate it.
Lots of guys will say anything to get inside your pants because they’re not interested in a relationship.
I have no idea if that’s what Brodie wants—and I suspect he has no idea what that is—but at least he’s not trying to mind-fuck me.
My body melts into him; I’m not even a little bit buzzed from the alcohol in the drink he gave me—I’m buzzed from the way he smells and the way he feels and the way his hands have miraculously found their way to my backside.
His massive palms run over my ass and I arch into it like a cat arches its back when it wants to be stroked.
Up my spine his hands go, fingers gently pressing into the vertebra as if he were going to give me a massage.
Down again.
I can feel the warmth of his palms through the fabric of my shirt, his touch leaving a trail of heat in its wake.
My heart races as his hands travel over my backside, turning me on. His fingers move with a practiced gentleness, as if he's tracing the lines to memorize them and I watch his face as he does it.
His gaze is intense.
Like he can’t believe he has his hands on me.
As if he can’t believe I would let him.
But oh how I want him to touch me…
A magnetic force draws me closer to him, my heart pounding in my chest, drumming with anticipation. And then, without a word he leans in, ending our conversation when his lips inch toward mine.
Our breath mingles.
The space between us shrinks until there's nothing left.
When his lips finally meet mine, it's like a spark igniting a wildfire—and I wish he would swallow me whole. I can’t get enough. Lips. Tongue.
I’m breathless.
Brodie’s strong arms wrap around my waist to pull me closer, our kiss deepening, my body humming.
Buzzing.
But just as I'm about to lose myself completely in the warmth of Brodie’s embrace, our peace and quiet and the moment itself—is shattered by the sudden sound of the front door bursting open.
Of course the front door bursts open.
Why wouldn’t it?
Everything with Brodie has been a bit of a challenge, but that’s what happens when you have six roommates between the two of you.
My head turns toward the sound as the boisterous voices of his roommates echo through the house, bouncing off the walls.
They’re about as subtle as a heard of elephants.
Happy.
Loud.
A bit buzzed.
"Where you at you sober little shit?” one of them shouts. “We're home!"
The words jolt us out of the dreamlike state induced by our kiss.
A cold.
Bucket.
Of water.
I pull away from Brodie, my cheeks flushing at the thought of being caught as I glance toward the entrance to the kitchen, his roommates are already making their way through the living room, to the kitchen, their laughter ringing out like a cacophony of chaos.
"Whoa, sorry to interrupt!" Charlie exclaims, eyes widening in surprise as he catches sight of us standing there, two sets of lips still tingling from the kiss.
Brodie still has his hands wrapped around my waist and my front side is still pressed into him.
“Thank god.” Sully laughs, walking in and pulling open the fridge. “We were starting to wonder that you weren’t human.”
Is he referring to the fact that Brodie doesn’t bring women home and implying they worry he has no sexual feelings? As if it were any of their business…
“I’m super human,” Brodie grumbles, hands rubbing my back.
I like it.
I want to purr like a kitten and snuggle up inside him until he’s so turned on that he wants to snuggle inside me.