Total pages in book: 16
Estimated words: 15021 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 75(@200wpm)___ 60(@250wpm)___ 50(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 15021 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 75(@200wpm)___ 60(@250wpm)___ 50(@300wpm)
“You’re a strange girl,” he says, still looking up at the ceiling with a stupid grin on his face. It’s his panty-melting one. I can tell from the little dimple he has on the cheek closest to me and the crinkles around his eyes that I love so much. ‘Strange girl’ is what he called me last night when I was dressed as a vampire-goth.
He knows.
He fucking knows.
I bury my head under the covers and groan. The terrible sinking feeling I have in my gut is the same one I get when I have the college dream where I’m wearing only my granny pants and an old sports bra, and everyone is pointing and laughing except that this time the only person laughing is Harrison, and suddenly I’m angry.
Who the fuck does he think he is coming into my room dressed in his sexiest tight black boxers and laying himself down on my comfortable sheets, looking like a total sex god? Stupid question. He thinks he’s Harrison Stone, and he knows…he really, absolutely knows it was me he fucked at the party.
Before I have a chance to whip out from under the covers and confront him with my angry self in full red-rage flow, I feel the bed shift as if he’s rolled towards me. Then I feel his heavy hand take hold of the covers and peel them slowly back. I peek through my fingers and find him looking down at me with his gorgeous eyes all soft and gooey, as though he’s looking at something or someone he really, really likes.
He’s looking at me, and it’s not with anger or disgust. Harrison has come into my room wearing nothing but his underwear and is gazing at me as though I’m the sweetest, pinkest cupcake he’s ever seen and he wants to lick off all my frosting!
“You know,” I whisper, hiding behind my fingers again while I wait for the ground to swallow me up and take me straight to hell.
“Of course I know, princess,” he says, gently easing my hands away from my face. I stare up at him and feel ridiculous for feeling like I’m suddenly in the sunlight.
“How?” I was sure my costume was the perfect cover.
“You think you’re such a master of disguise,” he laughs. “The costume was good and your voice, that was pretty different, but your laugh…” he shakes his head. “I’d know that laugh anywhere.”
“God,” I say, hiding again at how pathetic I am.
“Stop burrowing like some kind of deranged mole,” he says, tugging back the covers. “Why are you acting all coy now? You weren’t shy last night.”
“I was in character,” I say weakly.
He chuckles. “I noticed. That was a pretty amazing costume. You about blew my mind.”
I’m ready to shout at him for teasing, but he seems pretty earnest. And then it hits me. He knew it was me when I laughed, and the only chuckling I did was before we played hide the sausage. That means he wanted to have sex, even when he knew it was me under the disguise.
“You knew,” I say with a gasp. “You knew before, and you still did it.”
“I’m not an idiot, Jenna.” I must appear confused because he reaches out to stroke my face, just as he did last night. “How could anyone turn you down? Have you seen you? Have you met you? You’re pretty damn amazing.”
“Amazing for a one-night stand?”
“Yeah,” he says, and my heart sinks. “But amazing for more, too.”
I rub and my eyes, suddenly feeling as though I’m still be dreaming. Maybe it was the alcohol I drank last night that has made my dreams more vivid than usual. When I open my rubbed eyes, Harrison is still there.
“You’re still here?” I say, and he draws his eyebrows together like I’m the idiot.
“Where am I supposed to be going, you strange girl?”
“Stop calling me that.”
“You prefer ‘princess’ now?”
I punch him on his very bare, very solid bicep and hurt my pathetic fist.
“It’s too early in the morning for me to deal with all of this,” I say, sounding whinier than I would usually see as acceptable.
“You don’t have to deal with anything, princess,” he replies soothingly. “Just let me take the lead, and you follow, okay?”
Before I have a chance to ask Harrison what the hell he’s talking about, he presses his amazing full lips against mine, so gently it makes me shiver. He pulls back and looks me in the eye as though he wants to check that what he’s doing is okay. “What are you doing?” I whisper.
“What I should have done a long time ago,” he says, kissing me again. “Taking what’s mine.”
Harrison slips his hand into my hair and grips tightly so he can angle my head to align our mouths perfectly, then he rolls until he’s on top of me, thigh pressing between my legs with the comforter in between us. His kiss is so good; soft lips but persistent tongue, stroking into my mouth in a way that blows my mind. I’ve always loved kissing but never found a man that can set my body alight with just his lips on mine. But Harrison is perfect.