Total pages in book: 113
Estimated words: 106298 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 531(@200wpm)___ 425(@250wpm)___ 354(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 106298 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 531(@200wpm)___ 425(@250wpm)___ 354(@300wpm)
Baylor Greene made me feel special when I was caught in the headlights of his attention. But I wasn’t, I suppose, or there would have been more to the story instead of him returning to his life in New York City and forgetting all about me.
I roll over and sit up on the edge of the bed, setting my vibrator in the top drawer of the nightstand and shutting it. I move to my overnight duffel on the floor and pull out a pair of boy-cut underwear and slip them on. No way am I sleeping in a bra just because he showed up. “Okay, you can look.”
You would have thought I’d said you can fuck me with your eyes by how he turns around and takes me in from head to toe and back up again. I cross my arms over my chest to hide my peaked nipples and jut my hip out. “Were you going to tell me I was showing off everything when I landed on the bed or just stare?”
The tip of his tongue rolls over his bottom lip, and he smirks. “Figured all was fair since you got a good gander at me.”
“Was this after I kicked your ass?”
He chuckles again. “I’m not upset that you know how to defend yourself. Though, check on me tomorrow. I have a feeling this will stick around a few days.”
Thunder rolls over the top of the building, rattling the windows. I duck my head, knowing it won’t save me from anything. Looking at him again, I say, “I’d almost forgotten it was storming.”
“I can be distracting.”
“Especially when you’re breaking and entering.”
“Yeah,” he says on a heavy sigh, “I should have knocked. It was raining and—”
“It’s okay. You didn’t know anyone would be here.” I shift, tugging on the hem of my shirt. It’s not the sexiest outfit to be seen in by a long shot, but this is Christine’s brother. Who needs to be sexy for him? “Morning is coming sooner than I like.”
“Is that a hint?”
“Not so subtle, huh?” Swinging my hand toward the bed, I ask, “Should we try this again?”
Thumbing over his shoulder, he replies, “I can sleep out here if you want more alone time.” His cheeks split open in a wide, devious grin.
I roll my eyes. “It’s way too early for this, Greene.”
“And here I was just getting started, Knot.”
Marching toward him, I stop and stand toe-to-toe with the big guy. He’s at least six-three to my five-five, judging by how I fit neatly under his chin. I hold his gaze for a few seconds, then grin while cocking my brow. “I have no problem keeping my own company.” I poke him in the chest. “Unlike you.”
I flip out the light and return to the other side of the bed. Sitting, I dip my legs under before flopping on my back and tugging the covers up to my chin. Baylor’s silent, which must be new for him, I imagine. But then his steps cross the room. When he lies down like a log falling in the forest, I fall against his side.
His arm comes around me too quick for me to escape, and his chest vibrates under my cheek. “If you wanted to snuggle, you could have asked. I’m always happy to oblige a woman with desires that need to be met.”
“Ick.” I shove myself off his hard body. “Just . . . no. I had no option. You sucked me into your void.” Anchoring the ball of my feet against his legs, I finally have the leverage to move back to the other side of the bed.
“Sucked you in, or did you gravitate into my rotation?”
I turn my back to him, rolling as far away as I can get. Balancing precariously on the edge of the bed, I shake my head. “For the tiniest moment in time, I almost forgot what a jerk you were. Thanks for the reminder.” I close my eyes and settle in, hoping to get at least two more hours of sleep before I need to get up early to prepare for the Saturday morning crowd.
Lightning startles me, and my eyes fly open to catch the tail end of the window lit up from the outside before it goes dark again. I release a slow breath, and whisper, “I hate storms like this.”
There’s no reply or snappy comeback. I can just hear Baylor breathing before he says, “The offer still stands.”
My heartbeat thumps heavier in my chest as the thought of being held in strong arms and falling asleep next to someone speaks to the loneliness I’ve been feeling so much more lately. But it’s Baylor . . . and he’s annoying.
I scooch backward just a bit, tired of using my core to hold me on the edge of the bed. “We’re not sleeping together.”