Total pages in book: 72
Estimated words: 69818 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 349(@200wpm)___ 279(@250wpm)___ 233(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 69818 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 349(@200wpm)___ 279(@250wpm)___ 233(@300wpm)
“My what?” A corner of his lips lifted into something she could almost call a grin.
“Shirt,” she improvised.
Oh, could she sound any more ridiculous?
“Yeah?” Amusement laced his voice.
“It’s, um…a nice shade of blue.”
He smiled, blindsiding her with the transformation of his face from desolate to dazzling.
“Good to know. I like your…” He scanned her up and down, his fathomless eyes traversing her slowly. “Dress. The lace is pretty, like you. Except…”
When he reached for her, one finger of his massive hand outstretched, her thoughts raced wildly. Would he touch her? Kiss her? Undress her? The way his eyes darkened told her all that—and more—had already crossed his mind.
Her heart thudded madly. “Except?”
He didn’t answer with words, simply settled his fingers on her collarbone. The instant he touched her, their connection reverberated through her entire body, jolting and shuddering clear down to her toes. He glided one rough fingertip across her skin. Goose bumps erupted. Tingles spread. She reeled as he slid his digit under the thin strip of white lace draped over her shoulder and gave it a gentle tug.
Brea’s eyes slid shut. She didn’t know what he was doing to her or why, but if he wanted anything from her—anything at all—her answer was yes.
Then suddenly, his touch was gone. “Your strap was twisted.”
He wasn’t making a pass? No. But some forbidden part of her desperately wanted him to.
Embarrassed as all get-out, she sent him what she hoped was a blankly polite smile. “Thank you.”
She expected him to release her then. Instead, he curled his fingers behind her shoulder and cupped it, drawing her closer. She could happily lose herself in his eyes. She ached to. Everything about him made her aware that he was a man…and that she’d never known the touch of one.
“You’re a little thing.”
“You’re huge,” she blurted, then blushed.
“You think?” He sent her a smug grin. “Or have you looked?”
Another rush of heat climbed to her cheeks. Did he mean what she thought? “Um, dinner just started, if you’re hungry…”
“I am. But food can wait.” His big, rough knuckles skimmed her cheek before he tucked a curl behind her ear. She barely managed to resist closing her eyes in pleasure. “Are you a friend of Kata’s or Tara’s?”
“Neither.”
He paused. “Are you dating one of the other guys?”
“I…” She wasn’t sure how to explain her relationship with Cutter.
“Brea!” She turned to find her best friend at the back door, his snarl warning the other man away. “Come here. Now, honey.”
She jumped at the demand in his voice. He would never be so insistent…unless something was wrong. “O-okay.” She faced the big, dark stranger again. “Excuse me.”
For a second, he looked as if he might object. Something in her wanted him to, but he merely stepped back, his jaw set in a hard line.
Brea edged away. As soon as she reached Cutter’s side, her breathing eased. Her nerves bled away. And when he curled a protective arm around her, she felt safe and sheltered.
But he didn’t make her feel alive—not like the other man.
“Are you all right?”
Why was Cutter acting as if the newcomer might unleash terrible savagery on her in the foyer? “Of course.”
He acknowledged her with an impatient nod. “Time to eat. Why don’t you head on outside? I’ll meet you at the buffet table.”
And leave so he could berate the man for doing nothing but staring a little more than was truly polite and straightening her strap?
She shook her head. “I’d rather not go alone.”
While Cutter weighed her words, Brea felt the stranger’s stare all over her. She risked a glance his way. Sure enough, he hadn’t peeled his eyes off her. He seemed especially fixated on Cutter’s arm around her middle.
“Please. I’m famished.” She added a pleading note Cutter had never been able to resist.
“In a minute. Before I go, I’m going to say something you won’t like, Bre-bee. If you’d rather not hear, I suggest you either leave or don’t listen.”
She considered chastising him, but she knew Cutter too well. He intended to have words with this stranger. He wouldn’t budge an inch until he did.
She let loose an impatient sigh. “Go on, then.”
He turned to the other man with a killing glare. “Keep the fuck away from her, Walker.”
Pierce Walker, the teammate Cutter had claimed was no good?
“Why?” the stranger challenged.
“She’s mine.”
Brea’s eyes widened. Cutter had not just made her sound like his girlfriend.
Oh, but he had…
Pierce’s eyes narrowed but he said nothing.
“Are we clear?” Cutter demanded.
“You want me to fuck the fuck off?”
“Yeah. I do.”
“Too bad, Boy Scout.” Pierce glared with contempt. “I don’t take direction from you.”
“I mean it. Stay the fuck away. Or else.”
Before Brea could object that their language was horrible and that she didn’t belong to anyone, Cutter swept her out the back door to the waiting feast. She glanced back. The dark stranger was still staring, the spine-tingling awareness she felt reflecting back in his hot black eyes.