Total pages in book: 103
Estimated words: 99921 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 500(@200wpm)___ 400(@250wpm)___ 333(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 99921 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 500(@200wpm)___ 400(@250wpm)___ 333(@300wpm)
I was still so confused about where the conversation was going. “Okay…”
“You also live in Manhattan. A place that is pretty much hell in my book. I’m not a people person. I like the quiet life.”
I shook my head. “Fox, why are you telling me all this?”
“Because I want you to know what you’re in for.”
“I’m lost…”
He motioned between us. “You and me. There’s something here.”
My eyes widened. He wasn’t wrong. Something had been brewing from the start. I just thought I was the only one who felt it. “You…have feelings for me?”
Fox smiled. “If having feelings includes me wanting to feel you up, then yeah.”
“Oh my God.” I laughed. “You just told me you might forget my name after I sleep with you, admitted you were selfish, probably wouldn’t hang around for snuggling after sex, called me complicated, and told me you want to feel me up. Is this your way of asking me out?”
“Will you sleep with me without going to dinner first?”
I shook my head. “Probably not.”
“Then I guess I’m asking you out.”
“Is this the approach you use on all the women you date? Because if it is, I have to wonder why anyone would go out with you.”
“You already had one douchebag let you down. I’m not going to make any promises I can’t keep, Josie.”
As crazy as it was, there was something endearing about his concern. I nodded. “Thank you for your honesty.”
He searched my face, quiet for a few heartbeats. “So Friday night then?”
The anxiety in the pit of my belly morphed to a flutter. “How about if I make you dinner? You said you don’t like to cook, and all I ever see you eat is takeout. You probably haven’t had a home-cooked meal in a while.”
Fox shook his head. “Not a good idea.”
“Why? I’m a good cook.”
“Got nothing to do with your cooking. Don’t think I can be trusted with you alone anymore. Not unless you’re up for eating spaghetti naked in bed after.”
Naked spaghetti sounds pretty amazing at the moment.
Fox groaned. “Stop doing that.”
“Doing what?”
“Thinking you can handle it my way. You’ll drive yourself nuts overthinking whether it was a mistake when it’s over. So let’s do it your way. Plus, you deserve better.”
My heart melted a little more. I smiled. “Okay.”
“Be ready at seven on Friday.”
“Alright.”
Fox held out his hand. For a second, I thought we were going to shake on the deal. But when I put my hand in his, he yanked me to him. “Now come here and kiss me already.”
The gruff sound of his voice shot those butterflies much lower than they’d been fluttering. Once I was close enough, Fox gripped my elbow and used it to lift me up and over the center console. He settled me on his lap, straddling his hips, and squeezed my neck to bring my lips to meet his.
I was momentarily thrown by how soft his lips were. They contrasted with the roughness of his hold and the hardness of his chest. It was a combination that set my body on fire. Fox’s tongue dipped inside, and he used the hand at my neck to tilt my head and deepen the connection.
Oh God.
I could get lost in this man’s kiss. It was just on the right side of aggressive, just like the man himself. His big hand wrapped around my back and pulled me flush against him. When he groaned through our joined mouths, I felt it travel from the tips of my toes to the top of my head. I was quickly running out of breath, but I didn’t care. There was no way I was stopping to take a breath. I’d sooner die of lack of oxygen.
Fox’s hand at my neck tangled into my hair, fisting a clump into a tight ball. He yanked to pull my head back, exposing my neck, and then drifted down to suck along my pulse line.
My eyes rolled into the back of my head when I felt a steely erection straining through his jeans. Everything between my legs swelled, and I couldn’t help myself; I started to move back and forth.
“Fuck, Josie,” Fox mumbled. “You better slow down or you’re going to be eating spaghetti in ten minutes.”
I smiled. It felt euphoric—enough to make my brain turn off and forget analyzing the million reasons this would likely end in a disaster. After a few more minutes of groping and grinding, it was Fox who pulled back. He gently nudged my body from his.
“Gotta stop now, sweetheart. Or I’m going to turn into a sixteen-year-old boy and embarrass myself.”
I pouted, and Fox leaned in and took my protruding bottom lip between his teeth and gave it a firm tug. “Friday,” he murmured.
I sighed. “You suck.”
He chuckled and cupped my cheek. “I’ll watch you walk in from here. I need a minute.”