Total pages in book: 107
Estimated words: 100086 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 500(@200wpm)___ 400(@250wpm)___ 334(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 100086 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 500(@200wpm)___ 400(@250wpm)___ 334(@300wpm)
“I can take care of myself.” Maybe if she said it enough times, the men around her would start believing it. She almost snorted. Unlikely.
“And you can take care of me, too.” He grinned, quick and easy, and she almost found herself grinning back.
It was an effort to keep any warmth from her voice. “What are you doing here?”
“Well.” He moved closer, almost within touching distance. “If you won’t go out with me, I thought we could talk out here.” Something must have shown on her face, because he took another step. “I should have called. I’m sorry.”
She caught herself staring at his mouth and jerked her gaze up to his eyes. “Really, I should thank you for dropping the ball so effectively. I needed the reminder.” She took a tiny step back. “Now, please go. You’re ruining my break.”
“Do you really want me to leave?”
No. “Cillian…” Before she could think better of it, she grabbed his tie and hauled him the last step forward and against her. She went up on her tiptoes and kissed him. Instantly, his arms came around her, and one hand cradled the back of her head while the other yanked her even closer. He took charge of the kiss before she could process the sheer bliss of having so much of him pressed against so much of her.
He teased open her mouth, any hesitance gone as his tongue stroked hers. It wasn’t the same kind of kiss that they’d shared in the hotel room. No, this was down and dirty and had her flashing back to the night in the alley, her legs around his waist and his cock buried deep inside her.
She arched against him, needing to be closer, needing to feel skin against skin. This is such a bad idea. She didn’t care. She didn’t want to think about anything except the next second and his mouth on hers. He backed her up two steps and pressed her against the brick wall. The cold provided a shocking counterpoint of the heat of him at her front, which only made her want him more. She rolled her hips, moaning when she encountered his hard length.
Before she had a chance to really enjoy it, he spun her around, forcing her to catch herself on the wall. “You are so damn determined to drive me out of my mind.” He sounded as frustrated as she felt. “I’m trying to do this the right way, but that isn’t what you want, is it?”
The only thing she wanted right now was exactly what he was giving her, his body against hers, his erection pressing against the small of her back. She shook her head, trying to clear it. “I’m not going to date you.” I shouldn’t be doing this. Not here, not like this. She felt like she was on a roller coaster, tipping over the edge of the first drop, past the point of no return.
And she didn’t want to stop.
“You want me.”
She used her leverage on the wall to roll her ass against him. “I want you.”
“Fuck.” His mouth came down on the back of her neck, the move somewhere between a bite and a kiss. “And if I shoved down that ridiculous excuse for shorts and took you right here, you’d love every fucking second of it. But you won’t go out for one drink with me.” His hand moved across her stomach, stopping at the top button of her shorts.
Oh my God, is this really happening?
She could stop it with a word…but that wasn’t what she craved. No, what she wanted was exactly what his angry words were promising. She pushed back against him, silently demanding more. “Sounds about right.”
“No.”
She blinked, trying to focus through the haze wrapped around her mind. “What?”
“I’m not doing this again.” He undid the button, and dipped his hand into her shorts, bypassing her panties and pushing a finger into her. “So goddamn wet for a man you’re not even sure you like.”
She rolled her hips, trying to take him deeper, but the damn shorts prevented it. “Cillian.”
He kept kissing her neck as he pushed another finger into her. “No, sweetheart. I was down for exactly what you offered last time—a no-strings-attached quickie—but that’s not what I want this time. Not now. Not like this.” He pushed her shorts partially off her hips, giving himself some more freedom to move. “I like you, Olivia.” His words were so soft compared to the harsh way he fucked her with his fingers. “I want to get to know you.”
She was strung so tight, it was a wonder she didn’t burst into a million pieces. He was here saying things she wasn’t sure she wanted to hear while doing things that she most definitely did want him to do. “Cillian, please.”
“You want to come?”