Total pages in book: 28
Estimated words: 26471 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 132(@200wpm)___ 106(@250wpm)___ 88(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 26471 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 132(@200wpm)___ 106(@250wpm)___ 88(@300wpm)
“What do you say, Mandy?” Kandice prompts me, propping a chin on her fist. “Maybe we’ll find you a rebound.”
“At the very least, we’ll go dancing.”
“And get shit-faced.”
“That’s a given.”
I can’t help but laugh at my friends’ antics. I’m so grateful for their attempts to distract me…but I’m also distressed to find it isn’t working. The more they try to lure me away from the painful ache of loss, the more it intensifies.
What if I can’t cure myself from Bobby?
Behind me, the double doors of the library open and close heavily.
My heart begins pumping a million miles an hour before I even turn around.
I know it’s him. I know it’s Bobby because both Kandice and Becca’s jaws drop open.
His footsteps are slow, deliberate, familiar. My fingers curl in the hem of my dress, my nipples turning into stiff peaks in response to his nearness. I’m breathing hard and in doing so, I inhale his musk and smoke scent, shivering hotly.
Bobby’s left fist appears. He plants it on the table beside me, grinding hard enough into the surface that his knuckles crack. With his warm breath bathing the back of my neck, he sets down a bouquet of red roses on my right. Long seconds pass, my pulse racing, waiting to see what he’s going to do.
“Can I speak with you privately, Mandy?”
His voice makes me wet. Instantly. I soak clear through my panties, my knees trembling on the wooden seat. “I don’t think that’s a very good idea.”
Bobby’s mouth settles against my ear. “We can speak here, in a public place, or I can carry you out to my truck. But if I do that, we both know what’s going to happen.” He leans over me slightly and I feel his gaze on my clenched thighs, my hard nipples. “Then again, maybe that’s exactly what you need.”
A moan attempts to spill out of my mouth. If I just let him, he would take away the throb between my thighs, make me feel whole again. One kiss and I’d be back in that incessant storm of bliss—but I would never get out. “I said everything I needed to say in my note.”
His mouth pushes into my hair, nuzzling me, coaxing me. “Come on, gorgeous. At least give me a chance to respond.”
“Uh…” Across the table, the whistler stands up, looking nervous. “I believe she said she doesn’t want to talk—”
“Sit. The fuck. Down,” Bobby snaps, cold as ice. “There’s a table separating you from her and you’re still way too goddamn close. Count yourself lucky to be breathing.”
“Bobby,” I gasp, turning around to admonish him—
But the words die in my throat when I see his glassy, bloodshot eyes, the haunted hundred-yard stare. He’s suffering. He’s normally side-slicked hair is wind-torn, his expression bordering on berserk “Let’s just…let’s go somewhere and talk, okay?” I stand up and take his hand, tugging it firmly until he rips his murderous gaze from the whistler and focuses on me. “There’s a quiet corner in the back of the library.”
Bobby blinks me into focus, raking me up and down with a look, a muscle jumping sharply in his cheek. “God almighty.” His pupils expand. “How much talking you think we’re going to do with you in that dress, gorgeous?”
At this rate, the highest parts of my inner thighs are beginning to grow damp. I can resist the pull of lust, though. Can’t I? “All I’m offering is the chance to talk.”
“I’ll take whatever I can get from you,” he says, voice vibrating.
My heart is pounding and rippling with pain, but somehow, I turn and travel to the back of the library, Bobby’s hand in mine. As we pass through the library, it grows darker, more sparsely populated with students and my bad idea sensor is going off, but what are my options? Go to his truck to talk? Air our grievances in front of my study group?
Allow him to kill the whistler?
Finally, we reach the last row and Bobby pulls me into the darkest corner of the library, immediately pinning me to the shelf with his powerful body. Despite my best intentions, I moan, unable to protest when his hands climb my outer thighs and disappear under my dress, his tight grip on my butt making my breath catch.
“Did you dress like this to torture me?” He rakes his teeth from the slope of my shoulder to my ear, catching my earlobe in a bite. “It’s either a cruel punishment or a fucking invitation.”
“No. It’s neither,” I gasp.
He bites down harder on my ear, his middle finger yanking my panties to one side and entering my sex from behind. “It had better not be in invitation for anyone else or so help me God, I will turn this library into a bloodbath.”
He adds a second finger, pressing so deep I have to lift onto my toes, a whiny sound slipping out of my mouth. “Bobby.” I battle through the hunger and search for my rational thought. My self-preservation. “You…th-that’s because I’m a possession to you. I’m just a toy you want all to yourself. But I’m more than that…to me.”