Total pages in book: 127
Estimated words: 123435 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 617(@200wpm)___ 494(@250wpm)___ 411(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 123435 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 617(@200wpm)___ 494(@250wpm)___ 411(@300wpm)
A cheeky smile springs free. “Are you just going to stand there and stare, or are you going to take your clothes off?” I inquire.
Without a word, Tate reaches for the hem of his shirt.
“Good choice.”
Chuckling, he pulls his shirt off, revealing that tanned, muscular chest. “What did I do to deserve this?” he asks, and I don’t know if it’s a rhetorical question.
“Do you like?” I toy with the tiny lace bow on my bra, flashing a coy smile.
“I love.”
He undoes his pants, shoving the material down. Boxers disappear next. Now he’s naked, his erection out and proud.
He takes a step forward.
“Still want to take it slow?” I taunt.
“Don’t know if that’s possible,” he growls, and then he’s on the bed, covering my body with his.
Our lips meet, and it gets hot and dirty real fast. Greedy kissing and impatient hands running over each other’s bodies. Tate makes no effort to remove my lingerie. He lifts his head, breathing hard, then kisses my breast over my bra.
“This is so sexy,” he groans. His fingertips slim over the lacy edge. “Solid choice with white.”
I’m pleased he approves.
Slowly, his hand glides along my stomach toward the delicate straps of my thong. “Goddamn,” he croaks. “I don’t even want to take these off you. The bra too. I want to fuck you while you’re wearing them.” He strokes my clit over the panties, and a rush of pleasure skitters through me.
His erection is heavy against my thigh, an erotic reminder of what I’m about to experience. I can’t wait. Swallowing through my dry throat, I reach for him, circling his shaft with my fingers and—
The doorbell rings.
We both jump in surprise. “Are you expecting someone?” I ask him.
“No, not that I—” He cuts off. His face, which only a second ago was flushed, suddenly pales.
Then his phone chimes.
“Shit,” Tate curses. He practically dives off the bed and grabs the phone from his pants pocket. He lets out another expletive when he reads the text.
“What’s going on?” I sit up. For some reason, I instinctively lower one arm to cover my breasts, which are nearly overflowing from my skimpy bra cups.
The doorbell rings again.
“Who is that?” I demand.
He raises his head from his phone, features pained. “My date.”
CHAPTER 22
TATE
Before I can blink, Cassie is off the bed and sprinting to the door.
“Cass, wait.”
“Are you fucking kidding me?” she shouts back without turning around.
I grab my discarded boxers and hurriedly pull them on. I reach the doorway just as she makes it to the top of the staircase. Christ, her ass looks phenomenal in those cheeky panties. Her tits are practically spilling out of that bra, more so now that she’s breathing so hard. A moment ago, I was about to devour her. Now I’m chasing after her to keep her from leaving.
She picks up the dress that’s lying on the stairs, slipping it over her head as she descends. I hurry after her.
The doorbell rings again, making me wince.
I totally forgot about Nicole. I’m an asshole, I know. But I made the date last Sunday while I was trying not to think about Cassie and then forgot to call it off because I’ve had a busy week.
“I cannot believe you have another woman coming over tonight!” Cassie’s murderous gaze eviscerates me. “What was the plan, exactly? You were going to meet her first, and me right after? Or go back and forth between the houses like Hannah fucking Montana pretending to be in two places at once? Did I spoil your little plot by coming over here instead?”
“No, not at all,” I say, reaching the bottom of the staircase.
She puts on her flip-flops and marches to the front door.
“Cassie, come on, wait. Can I please explain?”
“No,” she barks, then flings the door open to reveal the startled face of Nicole.
“Oh, I’m sorry,” Nicole hedges in. “Am I interrupting … ?”
“Nope,” Cassie replies as she storms past. “He’s all yours,” she calls over her shoulder.
In completely misery, I watch her go.
“Fuck!” I groan, scrubbing my hands over my face. I briefly close my eyes, sucking in a frustrated breath. Then my eyes open, only to be confronted with the cloud of displeasure darkening Nicole’s face.
“Uh, yeah, it’s pretty obvious I did interrupt something. What the hell, Tate?”
“I’m sorry.” I exhale a heavy breath. “I forgot you were coming over.”
“Are you fucking serious?”
“I’m sorry.” Shame now pours off me by the bucketload. “I started seeing someone this week—”
“Clearly,” Nicole interrupts, jaw tightening.
“She and I were just friends when I asked you out, but then it turned into something more and I forgot to cancel with you. I’m sorry. I’m such an asshole. Honestly, I need you to hit me right now. Just clock me in the jaw. Please.” I groan again. “You know I don’t do this. I never play around with women. Ever. I’m so, so sorry.”