Total pages in book: 73
Estimated words: 69025 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 345(@200wpm)___ 276(@250wpm)___ 230(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 69025 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 345(@200wpm)___ 276(@250wpm)___ 230(@300wpm)
“Hmm, I think I should be able to give him a challenge. He’s going down.”
Mason smiled as Ben tucked his hand into his and led him downstairs to the game room.
Pulling up into her driveway, Brandi still couldn’t get over what had happened between her and Mason. How could she have let him kiss her like that? It defied all reason. She never looked at a white guy in a sexual way before, let alone allowed one to take such liberties with her body. But his touch… Dammit, why did Mason Collins have to come into her life and complicate things? The sexual charge between them was too explosive to deny, which was why she knew she couldn’t have anything to do with him.
Her breasts tingled when she remembered how his hot mouth felt against her skin and when he touched her pussy. Brandi thought she would explode right then and there.
Get yourself together, girl. You have your children and Rodney to think of.
Rodney!
Holy crap! She’d forgotten about him. He never made her feel so wild, nor had he filled her with a passion that threatened to possess her very soul. His kisses were pleasant, but they didn’t make her feel as Mason’s kisses did.
To be fair, she and Rodney had never had sex aside from the night before they had gotten engaged. Even then, she couldn’t remember what had happened. She knew he wanted to have a more intimate relationship with her because he had mentioned it a number of times, but she was usually able to put him off by telling him she wanted to wait until after the wedding.
After Mason’s embrace she realized how lacking in passion her and Rodney’s relationship was. Maybe it wasn’t a good idea to marry him when a practical stranger could make her delirious with lust with just one stroke of his finger. Damn you, Mason.
As she got out of her car, she noticed Rodney’s SUV parked on the side of the street. Almost on cue, he got out. Brandi waited anxiously as he approached. How could she look him in the eyes after what she had done tonight?
“Brandi, I thought you were going to call me.” He didn’t look happy.
“As you can see, I’m just getting home. I told you I would call after I dropped DJ off.”
“But did it have to take you so long to drop him off? We spoke nearly two hours ago. Where else did you go? Were you out with someone?” His voice was insistent, demanding.
She took a step back, hands on hips. “First of all, I never gave you a specific time as to when I would be back, and second, I didn’t realize I needed to report my comings and goings with you. Don’t start with me, Rodney, because I’m not in the mood.”
Something that looked feral flashed in his eyes before it quickly disappeared. He smiled. “I’m sorry, baby. I got worried, is all. You can’t blame me for being a little concerned, right?”
Brandi sighed. “I’m sorry, too, but I would really appreciate it if you didn’t interrogate me as if I were one of your suspects. Anyway, I dropped off DJ and waited till he settled in. Mr. Collins offered me a drink and showed me around his house.”
Rodney’s eyes narrowed. “Was his wife there?”
“He’s divorced.”
“You never mentioned that before.”
“So what? It wasn’t important. I was just dropping my son off for a sleepover with his friend. End of story.”
“Obviously not if you’re having drinks and getting the grand tour,” Rodney sneered. Brandi had never seen him like this and she didn’t like it one bit.
“What’s wrong with you tonight? This behavior is ridiculous. And trustfully, I would rather be alone if you going to act like this. Goodnight.” She turned around to walk toward her house when he grabbed her and hauled her back around. His mouth came down on hers.
Brandi pressed her hands against his chest. He was suffocating her with his insistent mouth. His grip tightened on her petite body, making it nearly impossible for her to move. She stopped struggling. Maybe if she let him kiss her this way, she would respond to him as she did with Mason.
Rodney’s tongue stabbed forward as he pressed her against her car. His mouth explored hers, and she felt absolutely nothing except a mild disgust. Why would she feel this way about someone she was engaged to? It made no sense to her. She willed herself to respond to him, but she couldn’t. Brandi twisted her head away.
“No. Let me go, Rodney.”
He grasped her chin. “Brandi, I need you so badly. Let me take you inside and love you.” Rodney bent to kiss her neck.
“I said no, dammit!”
He didn’t look as though he wanted to let go, but he did. “I’m sorry. Let’s go inside and talk this over,” he pleaded.