Total pages in book: 28
Estimated words: 25267 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 126(@200wpm)___ 101(@250wpm)___ 84(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 25267 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 126(@200wpm)___ 101(@250wpm)___ 84(@300wpm)
It’s desperate and hungry. His tongue sweeps against mine, demanding entrance, and I give it freely, my hands fisting in the fabric of his sweater to pull him closer. I want to be part of him. I want to disappear into the heat and the strength of him until there’s no Mia and no Mick, just this.
He groans low in his throat and the sound vibrates through my chest. His hands move down my back, his palms hot through the thin fabric of my dress, before gripping my thighs and lifting me onto the kitchen island. I wrap my legs around his waist, pulling him into the V of my thighs, the friction of his jeans against my center making me gasp into his mouth.
Everything is too much and not enough at the same time. I can feel his cock, thick and hard, pressing against my pussy through the layers of our clothes. I want to feel him skin-to-skin. I want to feel the weight of him on top of me until I forget my own name.
He pulls back just enough to look at me, his breathing heavy and ragged. His eyes are dark, the pupils blown wide with desire. He looks at me like I'm the only thing that matters in the world, and for the first time in my life, I believe it. “I can’t believe I’m stupid enough to put a halt to this but I want to do it right.” He steps back putting a tiny bit of space between us.
“What do you mean?” I attempt to catch my breath and get my brain functioning.
“I want to take you on an actual date. I’m not in this for the night Mia, I fucking want you forever.” He leans over and places a soft kiss at the base of my throat.
Oh. I close my eyes and take several deep breaths trying to get myself under control. Damn. How did I ever resist this guy? The rest of my resistance fades away.
“When did you have in mind?” I groan and he leans over to softly kiss my lips.
“Are you free tomorrow night?”
“I’m supposed to wash my hair tomorrow night but I guess I can put it off if I need to.” I laugh up at him.
“Fucking hell.” He helps me off the counter. “You’re going to keep me on my toes.”
“You can bank on it.”
CHAPTER FOUR
MICK
I spend a restless night staring at the goddamn ceiling. Fucking hell. I can still see her. The way she looked at that table, tilting her head back and laughing for the motherfucker.
I really wanted to walk straight to her booth and drag that asshole out the door to rearrange all those vowels in his last name. Except I knew if I made a scene, I’d drive Mia further from me. So I sat there at the bar silently seething until they finally fucking got up and left. By the time I left that fucking restaurant, I knew I had to make a move.
At dawn, I drag myself out of bed, head pounding, every muscle in my body protesting the sleepless night.
After taking a hot shower, I dress and drag my ass to the kitchen for some much-needed coffee.
I stand in my kitchen, drinking the first cup, already mapping out everything I need to do for tonight.
This dinner needs to be perfect. Fuck. It’s going to be a long goddamn day.
Seven long hours later, I drive through Seattle on my way to Mia’s place. Motherfucking hell, my pulse is banging like it’s game seven overtime. I pull up in front of her building, slam my car into park, and head for her door. My fists clench at my sides, adrenaline burning hotter with every step. Fuck. I can’t wait to see her.
I knock on the apartment door and hold my breath waiting for her to answer.
The door opens and I almost swallow my goddamn tongue. She's wearing a deep plum dress that clings to every luscious curve. Her dark, curly hair is pinned up, but a few loose strands escape to frame a face that looks entirely too kissable for a public setting. She has that unhurried swagger that always makes my pulse spike, a mix of confidence and something softer that she only lets me see.
"You're early, McLinden," she says, her blue eyes dancing as she looks up at me.
"I couldn’t wait another second to see you," I say, taking her hand. Her skin is warm, and the contact sends a familiar jolt straight to my gut. “You look beautiful, baby.”
“You don’t look too bad yourself.” She smirks up at me and my cock turns to stone in my pants as I fight the urge to kiss her smiling lips.
Fuck it. I give up the fight and pull her close for a quick kiss. Before I lose control completely, I pull back and place my forehead against hers. "Ready?"