Total pages in book: 76
Estimated words: 72553 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 363(@200wpm)___ 290(@250wpm)___ 242(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 72553 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 363(@200wpm)___ 290(@250wpm)___ 242(@300wpm)
“I didn’t know it was you.”
“Don’t lie to me, Delilah,” he growled. “Why didn’t you answer me?”
“I don’t know.”
“Yes, you do.” He inched closer, and I could feel his growing erection as he ordered, “Tell me.”
“I wanted to piss you off ... make you pay for blowing me off.”
He stepped back and looked at me in surprise. “Blowing you off?”
“Don’t stand there and try to deny it. You screwed me and then disappeared, Zander.” I wanted to stay mad at him, but it was almost impossible with the way he was looking at me. “That’s blowing me off, which is fine. I’m a big girl. I can take it.”
“It ever cross your mind that I had shit going on?”
“It ever cross your mind to pick up a phone and tell me you had shit going on? It would’ve taken what ... two seconds of your time.” I cocked my eyebrow as I took a step towards him. “So, why bother coming here now? What’s so important that you had to come down here and find me?”
“Fuck.” He ran his hand through his tousled dark hair. “Are you always such a pain in the ass?”
“No.” A smile crept over my face as I admitted, “Just when it comes to you. I guess you could say you bring it out in me.”
Before I could say anything more, he slammed his mouth against mine, silencing me with a kiss that set my soul on fire. It was then that I knew I was in trouble. I was falling for him, and there was nothing I could do to stop it.
Hawk
Delilah Davenport challenged me at every turn. She called me out on my bullshit, not letting me get away with anything, and I couldn’t deny that it was one of the things that drew me to her. Call me crazy, but I actually liked the fact that she had a stubborn streak a mile long and stood up for what she believed. After spending a second night tangled in Delilah’s arms, I thought my feelings about her might change, that I’d finally get her out of my system, but that didn’t happen. As luck would have it, as soon as I woke up the next morning, I found myself wanting to have her once again, and something in my gut told me it was a feeling that wasn’t going to change any time soon. Even though I hated the idea of getting out of that bed with her, I didn’t have a choice. The brothers and I would be leaving in less than an hour for a meet we’d set up between Danny and his handler in Texarkana, and I couldn’t be late. I eased out of bed, and as I started to get dressed, Delilah rolled over to face me. “Going somewhere?”
“I’ve got some club business to take care of.”
“But the sun is barely up.”
“I’m well aware. I’ve gotta go just the same.”
“Is it really club business, or are you just making up an excuse to leave?”
“I don’t make excuses, Delilah. Not for anyone.”
“Okay, just checking.” She eased up on her elbow. “Does this club business have anything to do with Danny?”
“I’ve gotta go.” I slipped on my cut, then walked over and kissed her on the forehead. “I’ll be back late tonight.”
“Will I see you?”
“Probably not. Like I said, it’ll be late when I get back.”
“Okay, be careful.”
“Always.”
It wasn’t easy, especially with her looking so fucking beautiful lying in that bed, but I managed to force myself to walk out of her bedroom and out of her apartment. I got on my bike, and as I drove to the clubhouse, I thought back to the night before when Menace brought to my attention that Delilah had gone down to Music Row with her best friend. Her night out might’ve gone unnoticed if we hadn’t been tracking her phone. When he first told me, I played it off like it was no big deal. I didn’t want to admit to him or myself that I was bothered by the fact, but in truth, I was. At the time, I had no intentions of doing anything about it, but the more I thought about her being in that bar, partying with her little buddy, the more aggravated I became. Out of simple frustration, I sent her a text. When I got no response, I went to see for myself what the hell she was up to. I told myself I just wanted to make sure she wasn’t putting the club at risk by drinking and revealing the truth about her brother’s whereabouts, but I knew that wasn’t it. She knew it, too, and she called me out on it—not only at the bar but when we got back to her place.
We were both in the heat of the moment, kissing and rushing to get out of our clothes, and all I could think about was being inside her again, when she stopped me dead in my tracks. “Why did you really come looking for me tonight?”