Total pages in book: 160
Estimated words: 163089 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 815(@200wpm)___ 652(@250wpm)___ 544(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 163089 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 815(@200wpm)___ 652(@250wpm)___ 544(@300wpm)
“Yeah, I prefer it. Let’s use them from now on.”
He purses his lips, and the dimples appear in his cheeks, like an ethereal being.
How can a man be so…irresistibly beautiful? He should be dissected and studied. Preferably by me.
“As for keeping your secrets…” I stop across from him, letting the duffle bag and stick fall on the bench, the thud loud in the silence. “I can do that.”
He narrows his eyes. “What’s the catch?”
“Why do you think there’s a catch?”
“There’s always one with you.”
“You’re getting used to me quite fast. I knew I liked you.” I smile genuinely, and he frowns. “You do need to give me something in return.”
“I already gave you some bruises and that wound.” He juts his chin in my temple’s direction, grinning. “Was that not enough?”
“It’s because you beat me up and I still helped you that you need to make it up to me.”
“You did not help me. And you got beaten up because you threatened me, asshole. I do not get threatened.”
“Noted. Won’t happen again.”
That seems to catch him off guard, because he gawks at me as if I’m an alien.
“You still have to offer me something, though,” I say when he keeps staring, his eyes narrowed the slightest.
“That sounds like a threat.”
“A threat is if I give you an ultimatum. I’m just putting in an innocent request here.”
“Innocent.” He scoffs. “Bullshit.”
“Well, as innocent as you make it.”
He rolls his eyes, letting out this cute little grumble. God, he’s so fucking pretty and petty, I can’t get enough.
I think that’s the reason I keep going out of my way to yank his chain. To hear that raspy voice with a deepness that goes straight to my cock.
It helps that he’s so fun to mess with.
“Let’s hear it,” he says. “What do you want?”
“You know what I want.” I take a step toward him, my voice lowering.
He doesn’t escape me like he did the last time, which is an improvement, if you ask me.
I’m taming the wild horse step by agonizing step.
“No, I don’t.” His voice is rougher, those deep tones reverberating off my skin.
“You sure?” I stop when my boots touch his bare toes, leaning in close enough that I’m inhaling the ocean tones off his skin, but not close enough to touch.
And fuck.
Fucking hell, he smells like temptation and bad decisions all wrapped in beautiful skin.
This close, I can see the flecks of darker green in his eyes, mixing with the lighter color like poetic art people will stare at for hours and not understand. His nostrils flare, and I feel the warmth of his fractured exhale on my tongue.
That’s where I want him.
On my fucking tongue.
Just a taste.
One.
A tiny taste won’t hurt my plan.
The space between us is charged with an electric spark, and it takes all my fucking will not to slam my lips to his slightly pouty ones. I’d sink my teeth into that soft cushion and bite him, then suck it into my mouth until he’s imprinted into my soul.
“Stop looking at me like that.”
His unsteady voice is music to my ears. He can’t resist this either. I know he can’t. Because instead of being such a smart-ass like usual, he looks so serious right now.
I inch closer because I can’t help it. He’s standing there looking like sin in human form, and I’m ready to fall into it headfirst. “Like what?”
“Like you’re going to kiss me. Don’t even think about it.”
“Is that too gay for you?”
He shoves at my chest with an elbow, not really putting his strength into it, my adorably in-denial prince.
“I said. Don’t.”
“Fine,” I breathe out, even if my lips are tingling and protesting at my lack of an attempt to just devour his.
My muscles clench painfully, rigid and shaking with the brutal effort to hold myself back.
I shouldn’t give a fuck about his boundaries, but somehow, I do.
Because the last time I crossed one, he had dead eyes I never want to see again.
Preston blinks at me, then squints. “Really?”
“Really.”
“You’re still too close,” he mumbles, his arm continuing to press firmly against my chest, though he’s not pushing, just maintaining the distance.
“That’s because I’m waiting for you to guess what I want.”
He swallows, his Adam’s apple bobbing up and down with the motion. And fuck.
Fucking hell.
My entire being sparks to life, humming with the need to devour it and him, sink my teeth into his throat.
Mark him.
“Hurt me?”
The question is quiet, too quiet, I wouldn’t have been able to hear it if I weren’t so far in his personal space that we’re breathing the same air.
And goddamn it.
The uncertainty and expectation lacing his words have my cock pulsing.
Fuck this.
In a flash, I grab his nape, spin him around, and shove him against the locker beside his open one, the sound of scraping metal echoing in the air.