Total pages in book: 82
Estimated words: 79831 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 399(@200wpm)___ 319(@250wpm)___ 266(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 79831 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 399(@200wpm)___ 319(@250wpm)___ 266(@300wpm)
“Because as soon as my clothes come off, you’re usually begging for an orgasm.”
“Well, tonight is no different in that regard.” My thighs are coated from how soaked I am for him. “But, damn, Hart. You really are fine.”
I start to lift my shirt when my gaze lands on something I haven’t noticed before. It’s small and barely noticeable. One circle, about the size of a penny, with a smaller one in the center.
He didn’t.
My jaw hangs open as my gaze darts back to his. “What’s that?”
“I don’t know what you’re talking about.”
I point at the spot just below his rib cage. “You know exactly what I’m talking about.”
He looks down, grinning sheepishly. “It’s nothing.”
“It’s the coin.”
My heart pounds at this revelation. He’s had a tattoo of the coin that I gave him—that he gave to me today—this whole time? Echoes of words I’ve heard all week come back to me. How many times did I hear that people were expecting us to get married, and had been for a long time?
I look up at him, searching his big brown eyes for confirmation. Was he, too, waiting for this day to come?
I know he hasn’t dated anyone seriously, but I’ve always expected that he has dated. That’s one of the reasons I hated coming back to Sugar Creek. I wasn’t sure how I’d handle seeing him with someone else. But was I wrong to think he’d moved on, or was he just waiting for the right girl?
“When did you get that?” I ask.
“A while ago. It’s nothing.”
I laugh. “It’s not nothing. I want to know when you got it.”
He stares at me like he’s trying to assess whether this is a topic that I’ll let go or not. He must realize that I’ll die on this hill. I want answers.
“Brooks got a tattoo a couple of months ago, and was giving me shit about not having any,” Hartley says. “I couldn’t think of anything else to get.”
We stare at each other, feeling each other out across the bed. My body fills with a warmth that I didn’t know existed. One I’ve never felt before. And I’m not quite sure how to process it.
“Was it for me?” I ask carefully. I’m sure it was—it must be. And I must know the truth before I overthink it in the middle of the night.
He rolls his eyes. “Of course, it was for you. Now shut up and take your shirt off.”
Guess I’ll process that later.
Or not.
I giggle, smiling so wide that my cheeks hurt. “Yes, Mr. Adler.” Slowly, I lift the fabric over my head. But before I can completely remove it, I’m swept up into his arms. “Hart!”
His mouth captures mine hungrily, wasting no time. I moan into his mouth as his tongue sweeps across mine, and I melt against him.
I can barely breathe as he walks me backward until my back hits the wall. The wallpaper is smooth and cool against my bare skin, and Hartley hoists me up with his hands under my ass. I wrap my legs around his waist and thread my fingers through his hair as we continue to kiss.
And kiss.
And kiss.
He presses kisses across my jaw and down my throat, nipping me in the crook of my neck. I shriek, mostly from the sensitivity of my body and the adrenaline ripping through me like a wildfire. Our bodies are pressed together, but I want to be closer. I want—I need—to feel him all over me. Inside me.
“You’re showing strong indications,” I say, arching my back and giving him access to my chest, “of being an expert in your field.” His mouth slides over one nipple, sucking it into his mouth. “Bonus point.”
He chuckles, pulling me away from the wall and turning to the side. My leg hits the lamp on the table beside the bed. It crashes to the floor, but we don’t stop to assess the damage.
“How many more points do I need?” he asks, tossing me onto the bed.
I grin up at him, my body buzzing. “At least twenty.” I hold up a finger. “But for every orgasm I receive, you get five more.”
He grabs my ankles and yanks me to the edge of the bed. “I got this in the bag.”
I hope you do. “Prove it.”
My breath quickens as he licks his lips, staring down at my pussy. The anticipation might kill me … if the throbbing in my clit doesn’t do me in first.
His calloused hands grip my thighs and spread me wide open, making me shiver from his touch and the air rolling across my dampened skin. I’d feel embarrassed for any other man to be kneeling between my legs, pressing kisses up the inside of my leg. But with Hartley? Not a bit.
My head digs into the mattress, and my back arches to make his job easier.