Total pages in book: 72
Estimated words: 74501 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 373(@200wpm)___ 298(@250wpm)___ 248(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 74501 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 373(@200wpm)___ 298(@250wpm)___ 248(@300wpm)
On that, she whirled again and headed to the back door.
He was faster, and taller, so even though she got it partly open, he reached over her shoulder, palm flat to the door, and he slammed it shut.
“I’m leaving, Dutch,” she told the door.
He felt pressure on it against his palm and knew she was trying to open it, so he leaned into it.
And her.
She smelled like cherries and almonds.
Christ.
“I fucked up,” he said softly to the back of her head.
“Agreed.”
“Babe, let go of the door. We’ll go back inside and talk this out.”
“No, thank you.”
“Okay, let go of the door, let’s go back inside so I can apologize for being such a colossal dick.”
“You know, I thought you were mad at me because you were being protective.”
Again, not what he expected to hear.
“What?” he asked.
“When you dragged me here. I thought you were mad because you thought I was putting myself in danger and you’re an alpha biker guy who’d get ticked because some woman was somewhere she shouldn’t be, even though he was at the same place for the same reason. And I thought…insanely…that wasn’t annoying. It was cute and kind of sweet.”
At the end of that, she let out a little huh puff of air that stated plain she felt all kinds of fool he turned out not to be cute or sweet.
Fucking fuck.
“Georg—”
“Let me go.”
“We need to talk.”
“I did it for you.”
She turned her head, tipped it back, giving him big, brown, wounded eyes, and goddamn it.
He barely knew this woman.
And she was unraveling him.
“I was such a bitch to you it made you be mean to me and I’m not sure that’s you so I wanted to do something that would make you think I wasn’t a bitch and—”
“Baby, come inside with me so we can talk.”
“—you thought I was there to get a story and—”
“Please, Georgie.”
“—I’ve got some stuff. I talked to my source at the DPD and he’s getting me more and I’ll deal with that and—”
“Christ, Georgie, please.”
“—I’ll give it to Carolyn when I get it and she can give it to you and then I’m out and you never have to see me again.”
He told her what she needed to know. “I’m not holding this door shut, darlin’, because I don’t ever wanna see you again.”
She just stared up at him.
“Come on, take off that hat, your jacket, I’ll get us a beer and we’ll work this out.”
“Insult to injury, I’ve been reduced to saying words like ‘made you be mean to me,’ like I’m seven years old.”
Dutch engaged his other hand to put gentle pressure on her hip to try to turn her from the door, urging again, “Come on.”
“And just so we’re clear, I wasn’t only doing it so you wouldn’t think I was a bitch, because that makes it about me. I was also doing it because I want Carlyle to go to MIT.”
Words weren’t working. His hands on the door and her hip weren’t working.
It was time to take a different tack.
And the one he chose was bending his head and kissing her.
She jerked away, shifting fast, and slammed a shoulder into the door.
“Sorry, baby, but you wouldn’t shut up and you wouldn’t come into my hou—”
He didn’t finish that.
Because she was on him.
Clutching the sides of his head in both hands, she pulled his mouth to hers, curved her back so her soft body was pressed to his, and that was all Dutch needed.
He moved into her. One hand up under her hair then buried in that soft mane, his other arm curled tight around her waist pulling her closer, he pinned her against the door just as she parted her lips to invite him inside.
He accepted the invitation.
She wrapped her arms around his neck and shoved her body further into his.
She smelled of cherries and almonds, her mouth was hot and sweet and greedy, and when she quit trying to duel with his tongue to take over the kiss, her capitulation was sucking it deeper into her mouth.
The result, his cock, already stiffening, got rock-hard.
Fact: Georgiana Traylor could kiss.
And she had the sweetest draw he’d ever felt.
He wanted that on his tongue, and elsewhere.
Which meant this had to stop, immediately, or he’d fuck her on his mudroom floor.
He pulled slightly away to get them both under control.
But when her mouth went after his again, her hand curling tight around the back of his neck, he adjusted so his left eyebrow was to hers, his mouth was out of shot, and he sucked in a ragged breath.
“Why’d you stop?” she said, her breathy voice doing a number on him.
As an answer, he tightened his arm around her waist, and since there already was zero room between them, she couldn’t miss what she was doing to him since the indisputable evidence of it was pressing into her belly.