Total pages in book: 101
Estimated words: 96808 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 484(@200wpm)___ 387(@250wpm)___ 323(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 96808 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 484(@200wpm)___ 387(@250wpm)___ 323(@300wpm)
He snorts and places his hands on my hips. “Because you feel this too,” he says as I drop my hand to my side away from my lips. He reaches to run his thumb over my kiss-swollen lips. He then nods his head toward me. “It’s a good thing I’m your boyfriend then, isn’t it?”
“What?”
He moves in closer to me until I’m pinned against the car by his strong body. “You’re mine, Oni. I think I knew that the first time I saw your face. This pull is undeniable.”
I shake my head as if to clear it. I need to get my thoughts together and think straight. I can’t start something with him. Not too long ago, I was terrified he was going to kill me.
I scramble for something logical to say, not allowing my hormones to lead me into any more trouble. This summer has just started, and I’ve been finding enough of it to fall into.
“But isn’t that why your uncle wants me away from you?”
He shrugs. “I won’t stay away from you because I don’t want to,” he replies before kissing me again.
I lift on my toes as I lock my fingers in the top of his hair and kiss him back. He groans and deepens the kiss as he wraps his arms around my waist. I know I should pull away and stop this, but I can’t find it in me to do so.
I’m drawn to him too. As much as that small voice in the back of my head is telling me this is going to end badly for me, I can’t help myself. Just as I thought, he’s become another weakness.
He breaks the kiss and places his forehead to mine. “Let me get you to the house to pack your things. We’ll set some ground rules before I take you back to Pop,” he says.
“Ground rules?” I repeat and frown.
“Yeah, baby. I just put a target on your back. We’re going to have to be careful about this. My uncle can’t find out, and neither can my enemies. Especially after last night.”
“Why do I feel like I’ve jumped into a rabbit hole even after reading the warning sign?” I groan and press my fingertips to my temples.
Rico laughs, then pulls me to him to open the passenger’s side door for me to climb back into the car. I watch as he rounds the car with a grin on his lips. Why do I always choose to make my life harder?
I can hear my mother’s voice in my head, warning me to stay away from boys like my father. I should be running from Rico like my butt has been set on fire. Oh God, I hope I never have daughters because I’m going to be in so much trouble for all the grief I just can’t help causing my mom.
Rico climbs in behind the wheel and reaches to pinch my chin to turn my face toward him. He leans in and takes my lips for another kiss. This time it’s like he’s drinking from my mouth.
My heart is pounding so hard as it sinks in that he’s kissing me and wants to be my boyfriend. Reality hits. I’m in way over my head.
“Relax,” he says as he breaks the kiss and pecks my nose. “You’re overthinking. I’m not going to rush you into doing anything you don’t want. Your virginity is safe for at least two more summers.”
CHAPTER 8
Impressed
Rico
Oni’s phone is working my last fucking nerve. It’s been ringing nonstop, and she keeps sending it to voicemail. I don’t want to be that guy. I’ve never had a girl to be jealous. I’ve never had time for that shit.
However, as I sit here leaning back on my elbows as I watch her pack her things—using the suitcases I gave her to make things easier than carrying all those shopping bags—I’m growing more and more frustrated with that damn phone. Who the hell keeps calling her? Is it some guy?
“Why don’t you answer it?” I bite out as it rings again, not able to help myself.
She glances over at me and shrugs. “I’m not in the mood to talk.”
“Should I be worried about some other guy calling my girl?” I tease.
Her cheeks take on a glow, and she drops her head. I narrow my eyes because something tells me I’m right. It is a guy calling. Why wouldn’t it be? She’s fucking gorgeous.
“It’s only one of my best friends. Yes, he’s a guy, but it’s not like that between us,” she says softly.
I reach out and tug her to me. She falls onto my lap with a little gasp. My gut is telling me I should dig into her friends and relationships more.
However, the thought makes me feel kind of crazy. If I’m dating a sixteen-year-old girl, I should be able to keep my shit together about her having friends. Besides, her friends are in New York. For the most part, she will be here with me.