Total pages in book: 86
Estimated words: 81182 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 406(@200wpm)___ 325(@250wpm)___ 271(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 81182 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 406(@200wpm)___ 325(@250wpm)___ 271(@300wpm)
“I should have told you, but things are complicated, and I didn’t think I’d see him again so soon or that he would insist on coming tonight because he thinks it’s a date.”
“As he well should.” She laughs.
“What? Think it’s a date?”
“Yes.”
“You said it’s not a date.” I frown.
“It’s not technically, but any guy with a brain in his head would think it is. Good for him for wanting to make sure his woman isn’t out on a date with another man.”
“I’m not his woman.”
“Bloody hell, Hanna. Tell me you’re not still on about being single for a year, when you have a man staying with you and forcing his way into coming out tonight.”
“It’s complicated,” I repeat with a sigh, resting my forehead against the cool glass.
“You’re bloody complicated,” she groans. “I’ll have my sister come with tonight to even us all out again, and you and I will talk later about how mental you are.”
“So, you’re not mad?”
“I don’t know. After I meet this bloke, I’ll let you know if I’m mad at you for being stupid or not.”
“I’m being cautious.”
“No, you’re probably self-sabotaging.”
“Whatever. What are you wearing tonight?”
“Something sexy and easy for Mark to take advantage of me in.”
“You’re so crazy.” I laugh.
“I know, but in the best ways. I’ll send you the address to the restaurant and see you in a few hours.”
“See you then.” I hang up after saying goodbye and pull up my mom’s number.
Just as I’m about to press Call, I realize what time it is back home and let out a defeated breath. It’s moments like this when I just really need my mom and could use her advice and hate that there is an ocean and hours between us. Taking my phone with me, I head outside, leaving the door cracked before I take a seat on the tiled steps out front. I tip my head back, letting the sun warm my face. Spring in London is nothing like spring back home in Tennessee, so you learn to appreciate the sunlight when you have it.
When I hear the pounding of heavy footfalls on the pavement, I open my eyes to look down the sidewalk and watch Walker jog toward me. His T-shirt is off and tucked into the side of his shorts. With his chest sweaty and his skin flush from exertion, he looks exactly like he does after he’s had his way with me. Just the reminder has my heart picking up speed as I squeeze my thighs together.
Spotting me, he slows to a walk, and a smirk forms on his lips like he knows exactly what I’m thinking.
“Hey, babe.” He bends down to greet me with a kiss when he’s close, and I lick my lips when he pulls away. “Were you waiting for me, to make sure I made it back?”
“No, I just came out to get some sun.” I stand up on the stairs, so we’re just about eye level. “Did you have a good run?”
“Yeah.” He moves his hand to my outer thigh and slides it up under the material of the skirt of my dress. “I like this dress on you.”
“Do you?”
“Yeah.” He steps into my space, and when I go up another step, he follows. “Did you go somewhere?”
“I went up and had tea with Mrs. Lewis after she called to tell me that you ran into her outside.” I go up another step backward and push open the door when he continues to eat up the space between us.
“She seemed nice.” He closes the door behind us.
“She is,” I agree as he wraps his arm around my waist and pulls me flush against his chest.
“You’re very sweaty,” I breathe as he maneuvers us to my apartment that I left unlocked, his mouth at my neck while kicking my apartment door closed
“I know.” His hands slide over my ass, hooking me behind my thighs, and I wrap my legs around his hips when he lifts me off the ground. I whimper, feeling the hard length of him between my legs, and he catches the sound on his tongue when he kisses me.
Turning us, he presses my back against the door, and I hear the locks slide into place, wondering how he can possibly focus on two things at once.
“Jesus baby girl,” he groans when I rock against him, needing the friction, and he moves his hand between us, dragging my panties to the side.
“Oh God,” I moan, feeling the head of his cock slide between my folds, then press against my entrance. My head falls back to the door with a thud, and my eyes slide closed while I dig my fingers into his shoulders.
“Do you want me to get a condom?”
Righting my head and meeting his gaze, I don’t answer with words. I push down on his length, and soon, he takes over entering me in one single thrust that has my back arching and my breath catching.