Total pages in book: 110
Estimated words: 102185 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 511(@200wpm)___ 409(@250wpm)___ 341(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 102185 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 511(@200wpm)___ 409(@250wpm)___ 341(@300wpm)
I reach over and rub her bare knee, then slide just a little lower. “I can say the same. Feels like we’re getting away with something every time we’re together.”
“You think the feud is buried in our bones.” She laughs, looking out the windshield again. “A Greene and Dover getting together . . .” She stops too soon as if she shouldn’t have said it.
Giving her leg a squeeze, I shake my head. “There’s nothing wrong with what we’re doing.”
“It doesn’t feel wrong. My brain just makes me wonder sometimes.”
“Give me the night and I’ll convince you.” The slight part of her legs to allow me more access has me sliding my hand lower. I reach the bend to her bliss and slip a finger between the fabric and her soft lower lip. With her mouth open and eyes set on mine, she closes it and bites her lip.
I could make her come before we reach Dover Creek Winery. Gliding through her slickness, she makes it hard to concentrate on the road ahead. Add in the strangulation of these jeans, and I should probably wait. “I want to touch you, but we only have a few miles left, and I don’t want to rush this.”
She nods as the words won’t come. When I slide my hand from the embrace of her legs, I bring the tip of my finger to my bottom lip and slide it across a few times, then follow with my tongue to taste her.
Volleying my gaze between the highway and her, I hit the gas pedal. “I can’t wait to take my time with you.”
Her breathing picks up. “I can’t either,” she whispers breathily and reaches over to rub the back of my neck.
I spy the winery sign lit up in the distance. When she sees it, she puts her feet back on the floorboard and sits upright with her hands tucked in her lap. I turn in and drive the other fifty yards to the guard shack.
Oh joy, I get to deal with Joe again. He steps out, adjusting his belt that’s hanging down from the giant ring of keys hooked to a loop of his pants. It jingles with each step. For a security guard, he doesn’t seem to have a sense of sneaking up on the enemy. “What do we have here?”
I don’t worry about safety out on the ranch, and it’s accessible in any direction if someone wants to hop a fence. But Cricket is different, and she has a son to worry about. I have the need to know they’re actually safe out here, especially with this heehaw “guarding” the property.
Cricket leans over like she did the last time. “Hey Joe, it’s us again.”
Shining his flashlight in my face, he’s fucking lucky he turns it to the dashboard just as fast. With his gaze locked on Cricket, he asks, “Same as last night? Just a drop-off again?”
It’s funny how I suddenly don’t exist as he peers over me like the driver’s seat is vacant. Her eyes find mine in the darkened cab, excitement making the little light from the shack shine brighter while a wild streak runs through them. With the smallest of nods like we’re in this together, she replies, “He’s staying.”
That’s an invitation I won’t turn down.
Joe sighs a little too heavily for my liking. He’s getting on my last nerve. “How long?” he asks, just to shred that nerve into smithereens.
“As long as he wants, Joe. Have a good night.” She’s not curt, but her tone is firm. It’s the nicest way I’ve ever heard someone say it’s none of your fucking business. She’s better than me.
The arm of the gate lifts, and I drive on, not wanting to make a spectacle of what she said, but I’m riding that wave all the way down the property and up again to reach the “cottage” as she likes to call this big house. I shift into Park, cut the lights so they don’t shine on the house, and let it idle. Angling to face her, I chuckle. “I’m staying the night, huh?”
With a shrug, she replies, “Assumed you wouldn’t mind.” But her cute face cringes. “I hoped you wouldn’t.”
“You assumed correctly.” I cut the engine, and we both get out. While we walk quietly to the front door, she steals a glance at me that I catch. With her eyes forward, though, I watch the smile I caused bloom like a night flower across her cheeks. As if she couldn’t be more breathtaking . . . She is.
Under a full moon, our mouths crash together as her back lands against the side of the porch. I shove a knee between her legs and plant my hands above her head. Kissing her becomes erratic and carnal. I lean down to scoop her up and take her inside, but she tugs me by my belt loops toward the door first. With her hand behind her back on the knob, and her mouth still attached to mine, she pulls back. Her head hits the wood, but it doesn’t deter her from opening the door.