Total pages in book: 95
Estimated words: 92848 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 464(@200wpm)___ 371(@250wpm)___ 309(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 92848 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 464(@200wpm)___ 371(@250wpm)___ 309(@300wpm)
He tastes exactly like I remember.
His fingers loosen as his arms snake around my ribcage, and he drags me close enough for my breasts to get crushed against the chiseled strength of his chest. I flex my hips, rubbing myself against his thick length.
He breaks away enough to growl, “Fuck, Carina. Keep that up and I’ll come in my joggers.”
Laughter rises in my throat. “I’d love to see that happen.”
As tempting as it is to continue, if I don’t pull back now, I won’t be able to. I’ll lose myself in the taste and feel of him and I can’t allow that to happen. I can’t allow myself to get sucked into his vortex like before.
With one final kiss, I unwind my arms from around his neck. His honey-colored eyes search mine for a long silent heartbeat before he sets me free. As soon as he relinquishes his hold, I pop to my feet and swing away on surprisingly unsteady legs. I need to put as much distance between us as possible.
“Come back here,” he groans. The guttural scrape of his voice is like a straight shot to my core. Another burst of arousal explodes inside me before I snuff it out.
“You dared me to kiss you and that’s exactly what I did,” I say, tossing the words carelessly over my shoulder. “Now I’m going to change. I’ll meet you upstairs and we can take off.”
It’s only when I close the changing room door behind me that I lean against it and squeeze my eyes tight, sucking a deep breath into my lungs before slowly releasing it back into the atmosphere.
I might have riled up Ford, but I did the same damn thing to myself.
Looks like my trusty vibe will be getting some action tonight.
Chapter Eight
Ford
The door reverberates on the hinges as I slam into the apartment I share with Wolf and Madden. An hour later and I’m still sporting a semi. I quickly adjust myself as I catch sight of them. Madden is perched on the edge of the overstuffed armchair. His gaze stays locked on the big screen, high-def television mounted to the far wall as his avatar dekes out a defenseman from the other team and shoots on goal. When it slides in, hitting the back of the net, he leaps from the chair and thrusts the controller in the air.
“Suck it!”
Wolf glares. “Seriously, dude. It’s not that deep.”
“You’re only saying that because you’re a loser.” Madden drops back down onto the chair and his eyes drift my way before giving me a chin lift in greeting. “Sup?”
I grunt out an unintelligible answer before settling at the far end of the couch.
“How’d dinner go?” Wolf asks.
“It was fine.”
I don’t miss the smirks they shoot at each other. Normally, their sly glances don’t bug me. For some reason, they do tonight.
“What’s the issue? I said it was fine.” Even as the words fly out of my mouth, I know I’m being churlish. That’s the precise moment I realize that I’ve made a tactical error. I should have played it off the way I always do. They’ll home in on my irritation like flies on a steaming pile of shit.
Wolf drags a hand through his short strands. It’s barely an inch thick. “I don’t know, man. Why don’t you tell us what crawled up your ass and died.”
“I think we all know what crawled up there,” Madden snickers like the jerk he is. “Her name just so happens to be Carina.”
“Actually,” Wolf says easily, like I’m not sitting in front of him, listening to every word that comes out of his piehole, “I think his disposition would improve dramatically if that were the case.”
My mouth falls open as Wolf’s comment sinks in before I quickly snap it shut again. “What the fuck are you two yapping about?”
Madden arches a brow and shakes his head like I’m the one who’s slow on the uptake. “Seriously, dude? You two have been dancing around each other since I met you freshman year.”
“Excuse me?”
“You heard me,” he fires back.
I cross my arms against my chest and glare, willing him to steer this convo in a different direction. These two are the last people on the face of the earth I want to discuss Carina with.
“Nope, don’t think I did.”
Madden rolls his eyes. “It’s so obvious that you’ve got the hots for her. How about you do us all a favor and finally nut up.”
I snort. “You’re one to talk. When was the last time you were even with a chick, huh?” Every drop of humor drains from Madden’s expression. “Like we don’t all know what you’re doing holed up in the bathroom?”
My roommate gives me the finger.
Not so funny when the shoe is on the other foot, now is it, motherfucker?
“Maybe you should find an actual girl instead of working your hand over so much,” I continue, unable to stop myself.