Total pages in book: 210
Estimated words: 203847 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 1019(@200wpm)___ 815(@250wpm)___ 679(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 203847 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 1019(@200wpm)___ 815(@250wpm)___ 679(@300wpm)
My body clenches at those words, at the mere thought of having him inside me again. I crave it like I crave the orgasm I’m denying myself.
Crave.
Want.
Need.
Like I can’t fight anymore, like my mind gives in to the intense ache in my core, the ball unravels. Pleasure rushes through my body, right through to my fingertips and down to my toes. My legs shake, and it’s only Tyler’s arm snaking around my body that keeps me standing.
It’s a rush, a whirlwind… A crazy realization that I might not be able to keep him away after all.
Tyler pulls his hand out of my jeans and pulls me close to him. “You didn’t make a sound. Good girl.”
“I can’t fucking believe you just did that,” I say shakily. I pull back from him and smack my hand against my forehead. “What the hell, Tyler? What the hell, Liv?” I finish to myself.
Oh God. Oh God. Oh God.
His dark eyes follow me as I walk to the door, burning into me. Branding me, almost.
“It was nothing you didn’t want to happen.”
“I did not want that to happen.” I yank open the door.
“Did you ever say no?”
I look over my shoulder, slowly bringing my eyes up to meet his. “You are dangerous, Tyler Stone, and I don’t do danger.”
“On the contrary,” he says, walking up behind me and brushing his fingers down my cheek. “I think you do. I think you crave danger and the risk that goes with it. It’s in your eyes, babe. You’re wild.”
“You know nothing about me, so please don’t stand there and pretend you do. And even if you are right and I am wild, what makes you think you can handle me?” I quirk my eyebrows and turn away from him, leaving him laughing quietly to himself.
He’s hot on my heels when we return to the front of the store and find Dayton mulling over two different types of flowers. Tyler trails a fingertip from my shoulder blades to the top of my butt, making me shiver, and I catch his smirk as he steps to the side.
“Liv. Are you okay?”
I snap back to reality, tearing my eyes away from him and resting them on my best friend. “Y’know, I’m not feeling great. I’m going to head home and chill before work.” I hug her briefly. “And make sure you go for the light pink for me. We do still have to get my dress, and you know I’m not hot with fuchsia.”
She laughs as I wave goodbye to Aaron, ignoring Tyler completely.
“Tyler!” Dayton snaps as I step outside. “What did you do this time?”
“Nothing she didn’t give back in bloody spades,” he says briskly.
My eyes meet his briefly, and I flag down a cab and get in with him still watching me.
I think over what he said as we drive. He’s right—I know he is—and it bugs the shit out of me. We’ve never had a real conversation that hasn’t ended either physically or with me walking away because he’s pissed me off. The fact he can see right through me unnerves me.
I am so safe, so careful, not to push my own buttons. I take every precaution so that I’m not tipped into the addictive part of my brain. So that I don’t end up in a downward spiral when everything inevitably goes wrong and recreate my past mistake.
But he tears it all apart. With his constant appearing from nowhere, his smooth touches, and his blunt dirty talk, he rips into my safety wall and tugs at my addiction. With his unexplainable knowledge of my body and what I need, he unravels me.
Because he’s so fucking right.
I do crave danger. I love the thrill of a risk. I adore the wild abandon that comes with them both, the freeing feeling of having no restraints, even if just for a minute.
I knew the second I laid eyes on Tyler Stone that he was a risk—he was a dangerous risk. He has all the makings of the perfect person for me to get addicted to. And my body, however stupidly, craves him. It wants him and it needs him and it desires every little thing he can give to me. Every ounce of pleasure, it wants it. If offered, my body will accept it and be consumed by it before I’ve had a chance to argue against it.
My body doesn’t know addiction. It doesn’t understand the dangerous pull. But it wants it.
Crave.
Want.
Need.
The three things I can’t feel… The three things that are dangerous to me… The three things Tyler embodies.
The three things I feel myself being swamped with in a way I’m not so sure I can fight anymore.
My feet pound against the sidewalk as I jog toward Stone Advertising Headquarters for my meeting with my agent. The wind is biting but welcome. Each breeze smacks me in the face as I run into it as if it can knock sense into me.