Total pages in book: 80
Estimated words: 77999 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 390(@200wpm)___ 312(@250wpm)___ 260(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 77999 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 390(@200wpm)___ 312(@250wpm)___ 260(@300wpm)
“’Cause you’ll be hella tired.” I gave her a smile. “If I go in that room, you’re not going to be getting any sleep.”
“I see.”
“But I can’t leave here without...”
I slipped my arm around her waist and pulled her against my chest. Her eyes danced with desire as she watched me lower my mouth to hers, silencing her rebuttal with a deep, demanding kiss. I’d spent the better part of the night imagining what her soft, full lips would taste like, but it didn’t hold a flame to the real thing.
They were incredible.
She was incredible.
Every touch of her tongue only made my need grow more intense. I wound my hand up to the nape of her neck and tangled my fist in her hair, giving it a slight tug. Her delicious lips opened in a small gasp, exactly like I wanted, giving me even better access to her sweet mouth.
She ran her fingers into my hair, pulling me toward her and returning my kiss with fervor. From the start, I had suspected the pull I felt toward her was mutual. I could feel it lingering under the surface, and if this kiss was any indication, she wanted me just as much as I wanted her.
“Mmm…” She moaned into my mouth as my free hand grabbed her ass and pulled her closer. That little moan made my cock so hard my jeans could barely constrain me. I could feel a little smile play on her lips as she ground her hips against mine, clearly enjoying my growing arousal.
I kept her head pulled back as I trailed my lips down her throat, nipping and sucking at the sensitive flesh. I heard her breath catch as I reached the nook of her neck and collarbone. For reasons I couldn’t begin to explain, this woman had me on edge. I burned for her, and with every touch, she stoked the fucking fire. She shifted her hips forward, grinding against my ever-hardening cock.
We were about to cross a line that I knew we shouldn’t cross—not if this was going to be anything more than a one-night stand, so I took a step back and pulled the napkin from my back pocket. I offered it to her as I said, “Call me.”
She nodded, then just as I started to walk away, she reached out and grabbed hold of my hand. When I turned and saw the look of hunger in her eyes, I knew there was no walking away. I had to have her.
I took the key from her hand and opened her door, and as soon as we were inside, I lifted her up into my arms and carried her to bed. We spent the better part of the night tangled in each other’s arms. The next morning, I got up early, so I could head back to my room. She followed me to the door, and disappointment filled her eyes as she watched me walk down the hall.
She was still standing in her doorway when I stepped into the elevator, but as soon as the doors started closing, she went back inside her room and closed the door. I felt a twinge of regret when I could no longer see her and that had me questioning everything.
My father would tell me that it takes more than a few hours to know if you’ve found the one, and up until tonight, I would’ve agreed with him. But there was something about Toni that had me thinking about white picket fences. It was a thought that lingered with me as I took my shower and got dressed.
I was just about to shove my phone in my back pocket when I noticed that I had a message from an unknown number. I quickly opened it, and just as I’d hoped, it was from Toni.
Toni-
Hey.
I wanted to tell you that I really enjoyed last night.
I hope I can see you again.
Me:
You can count on it.
I was tempted to say something more but decided it was best to play it cool. I took it as a good sign that she’d texted and left it at that. I went downstairs to the lobby. It was finally time to meet up with my mother and her new fella.
I wasn’t exactly looking forward to it.
I loved my mother, but our relationship was strained. We never saw eye-to-eye on anything and fought a lot, and things didn’t get any better when I decided to go live with Dad.
But Mom never gave up.
She kept calling, kept trying, and even though I didn’t always show it, it meant something to me. It was one of the reasons I’d agreed to come and do this whole meet-and-greet thing.
As soon as I got to the lobby, I spotted my mother at the front entrance. She was wearing a pair of white slacks and heels, and her hair was pulled up into a tight bun. She looked nice, but that was nothing new. My mother was a pretty woman and always dressed to impress.