Total pages in book: 95
Estimated words: 90085 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 450(@200wpm)___ 360(@250wpm)___ 300(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 90085 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 450(@200wpm)___ 360(@250wpm)___ 300(@300wpm)
From the texts I’d read, she didn’t have much, and what she did have, she needed to save.
“Congratulations,” I replied, reaching to take the card back from the guy. “Now move so I can grab the bags.”
She sighed heavily and turned to attempt to grab all the bags herself but failed. I picked up the two she couldn’t get, then held out my hand for the other. Spinning on her heel, she gave me her back and strutted toward the exit. As if she needed to draw any more attention to her ass and legs.
She was going to kill me. Unable not to watch her and enjoy the view, I went behind her, but when she stopped to adjust the bags and try to keep from dropping them, I caught up to her.
“Give them to me.” My voice sounded annoyed, but only because my cock was so fucking hard that my zipper was cutting into it. I snatched the bags out of her hands, ignoring her angry gasp, and headed for my truck.
While I was putting them in the backseat, the passenger door opened, and she climbed inside. I looked at her as I did the same. She had her arms crossed under her tits, pushing them up, and she was glaring straight ahead. I grinned. I had her fucking fired up while my earlier anger had diminished.
Closing my door, I started the engine but kept watching her. Finally, she snapped her head around and leveled me with her pissed-off stare.
“Why are you looking at me?” she demanded.
My eyes dropped to her cleavage. I wondered if her nipples were dark or pink. My cock twitched at the thought of having her straddling my lap, topless, so that I could suck and lick on them. When I lifted my gaze back up, I stopped at her mouth to find it slightly open. Her tongue darted out, licking her lips, and I bit back a groan. Forcing the image of them wrapped around my cock, I finally met her glare again, except it wasn’t a glare.
There was heat in her sea-glass pools, but it wasn’t the angry kind.
Fuck! My hands tightened on the steering wheel, and I tore my eyes off her.
It was easier if she hated me. Seeing her look at me like she wanted to straddle my lap did not help things. This was day fucking two, and I had three months of it. My truck was going to smell like her vanilla-and-cinnamon scent permanently by the time this was over. The fact that she smelled like my favorite cookie wasn’t helping matters.
Backing out of the parking space, I kept my eyes on what I was doing and off the female beside me. By the time I got out of the parking lot and onto the road, she had crossed and uncrossed her legs twice. It was impossible not to see it out of my peripheral vision. She needed to fucking stop that.
“Do you eat burgers?” I asked.
“Yes.”
Great. Her tone was all thick and sultry now. Just fan-fucking-tastic. We had to get out of this truck and into a public place. I went down two more stoplights and turned into a place that was known for its burgers. That was basically all they had, but there was an entire five-page menu on all the different options.
I tried to think about food instead.
In order to do that, I couldn’t look at her.
When I was parked, I got out without saying a word and waited for her to do the same before I started toward the entrance. I inhaled deeply, trying to get her scent out of my head. The smell of burgers grilling and fried potatoes did the job.
I stopped before going in and stared out at the street while I waited for her. I was going to need to fuck Monday while she was at school. A couple of times. Get some of this shit out of my system so I’d stop reacting to her like this.
When she was close enough, I opened the door and started to step back and hold it for her, like I always did for a female. But decided that might give off the wrong idea and went inside, letting the door go, only for her to catch it behind me. The hostess looked up, and her eyes lit up with interest. I dropped my gaze to her tits. They were okay. She was cute. I might get her into the restroom and bend her over the sink.
“How many?” she asked me.
“Two,” I replied, continuing to eye-fuck her while her breathing hitched.
Yeah, she was going to be easy. The ride back to the cabin would be less irritating if I got off.
I ran the pad of my thumb over my bottom lip, and she watched, mesmerized.