Total pages in book: 95
Estimated words: 88143 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 441(@200wpm)___ 353(@250wpm)___ 294(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 88143 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 441(@200wpm)___ 353(@250wpm)___ 294(@300wpm)
“I’m not going to hide that you’re mine,” he says, looking straight at me.
“First thing, I’m my own person,” I tell him. “Second, we aren’t hiding anything. We are being private.” I grab another chip and dip it, waiting for him.
“You kissed me,” he states. “You kissed me. You made yourself mine when you did it.”
“Oh, for the love of everything,” I say out loud, looking up at the ceiling. “What is it with hockey men?” I hear his chair scrape back and watch him come to my chair and push my chair back.
“You done eating?” he asks me, his eyes staring straight into mine.
“What?” I whisper.
“Are you done eating?” he asks me, and I nod. He bends down and literally picks me up and tosses me over his shoulder.
“What the hell?” I shriek, and the dogs go crazy, thinking it’s a game.
“I’m showing you my bedroom, and then I’m going to show you how you’re mine,” he says and then he opens the gate and closes it behind him. “Go lie down,” he tells the dogs, and then I look up at them and see them sitting there watching.
“Can you put me down?” I ask him, and he slowly puts me on my feet. “Have you lost your mind?” I huff.
“When it comes to you, sweet Zara, my mind is a mess,” he tells me softly, pushing my hair back from my face. “The only thing that I think about is how long I can keep you to myself.”
My hands now run through his hair. “You have me until Tuesday.”
“Well, then it’s enough time to show you that you’re mine,” he says and bends his head at the same time as I tilt my head up. When our lips smash together, this kiss is different than the last one. This one is all hands—my hand in his hair, his hands buried in mine as he moves my head side to side to deepen the kiss. He lets go of my lips, and I swear I forget everything when he touches me.
“I didn’t bring you in here for anything more than a kiss.”
“Just kissing,” I tell him. “Just a kiss.” I kiss his lips, and one of the dogs barks. “Are they going to be okay?” He turns and walks to the door, and then I finally get to look at his room.
His king-size bed is very, very masculine. The covers make it feel homey, but you know this room belongs to a bachelor. I turn to look out the window and see the dogs running in the backyard and then hear him coming back. I turn to look at him. “Do you want to go outside with them?”
“We don’t have to,” he says, coming into the room. “Do you want to change?”
“I actually would love to take a shower,” I tell him, looking down to see that it’s almost nine already.
“Okay, let me take you to your room,” he says, holding out my hand. He brings me to the room, grabbing my bag on the way. “There are fresh towels,” he says and then grabs one side of my face to kiss me again.
“Text me when you get out.” He turns to walk away. “Or you can come find me on the couch.” He closes the door behind him, and I have to sit down to allow my heart to settle before I get up and take a shower.
Chapter Sixteen
Evan
I close the door softly behind me and walk to my room and sit on my bed. My hands still smell of her. I’ve kissed girls before, but nothing that rocked my world the way it did when I finally kissed Zara. It was an out of this world, kick you in your balls, holy shit hat trick moment.
My heart speeds up when I think of her in the shower. I get up and unbutton my pants before my cock gets strangled. Turning on my own shower, I think of her in hers, and I have no choice but to fist my cock and take care of myself. I get out, and I swear my cock doesn’t go down. I take my time putting my boxers on and also my gym shorts, hoping she won’t see my half-mast boner. Running my hands through my hair, I walk into the living room, and I stop mid step. She’s sitting on the couch in a gray top and pants, her hair piled on top of her head, but that isn’t what stops me. It’s the fact that she has Lilo on one side and Stitch on the other with her feet tucked under her.
“What do you guys want to watch?” she asks them. Lilo places her head on her legs, and she holds the remote with one hand while she pets her with the other. She must sense me because she looks up, and the dogs don’t even move. “Hey.” She smiles. “Are they allowed on the couch?”