Total pages in book: 87
Estimated words: 84700 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 424(@200wpm)___ 339(@250wpm)___ 282(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 84700 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 424(@200wpm)___ 339(@250wpm)___ 282(@300wpm)
I raised an eyebrow at his assumption. “Meaning?”
“I’m gonna walk you home or drive you home. Or, and this is my preference, I take you to my place. I can interview you to be my new secretary. What do you say?” He tilted his chin down slightly to look at me because of our height difference. His facial features were just as hard as the rest of his body, with sharp cheekbones, a jawline with a shadow of hair, and kissable lips. He was handsome enough to pull off lines like that.
I’d be lying to myself if I said he wasn’t hot.
He was super hot.
He was the perfect amount of serious and playful. And while he invaded my space sometimes, he also respected my privacy and my boundaries. He could make me laugh too…which was really sexy. I was curious to see what would happen if I did go to his place, if the sex would be as good as I hoped it would be. I missed satisfying nights, when I would go to bed and know it would end well. I suspected he was good in bed, which was exactly what I was looking for right now.
But it also felt too soon.
I’d had one-night stands before, slept with a guy I’d just met, but since I actually liked Damien, I didn’t want to mess it up. “You can walk me home.” I looked at his face to see if he was disappointed.
He wasn’t. “I have one condition.”
I crossed my arms over my chest. “I’m not going to be your secretary.”
A boyish smile came over his face. “I get to kiss you.”
A gentle thrill moved up my spine.
“I’m talking about when a man kisses a woman…a real fucking kiss.” He maintained his confidence as he stared at me, building up the kiss without fear of it being a letdown. “You’re gonna ask me to come inside, but I’m gonna say no. Like, that good of a kiss.”
“You sound awfully sure of yourself.”
“Because I know what I’m doing.”
“Then why don’t you want to come inside?”
“Because that wouldn’t be fair. I know I can change your mind, but I don’t want to change it that way. It’s like spiking your drink, you have no chance.”
The more I got to know Damien, the more I liked him. His confidence was a turn-on because it wasn’t arrogance. He danced on that fine line and never swayed. “Alright. I accept your condition.”
“Good. Let’s go.”
He left his car behind, and we walked the few blocks to my apartment. He kept his hands in his pockets and didn’t wrap his arm around my waist or try to hold my hand. He didn’t make small talk either, letting the silence linger between us.
The closer we got to my apartment, the more my heart began to race. I imagined how this kiss would be, if it’d make my toes curl and my skin bubble with bumps. I wondered if it would be a slow, deep kiss, or would it be a kiss of urgency, where he would take me from zero to sixty in one second. Where would his hands be? In my hair? On my waist? Would he push me into the door and pin me there? Would he really get me to beg him to come inside?
I would know soon.
My apartment was on the second floor, so we took the stairs then approached the front door. My clutch was tucked under my arm, and I didn’t reach for my keys because I knew I wouldn’t need them for a while.
I got there first then turned around to look at him.
He was just as self-assured as before, no hesitation in his gaze. He slowly moved into me as he pulled his hands out of his pockets. His gaze dropped and looked at my lips, the target of his desire. Without moving his gaze, he grabbed my clutch and slipped it into the back of his jeans so I wouldn’t have to hold it.
My heart began to race inside my chest, and my fingertips immediately went numb. I could feel my nipples harden against the fabric of my dress because I wasn’t wearing a bra. My breathing became uneven, shaky and unpredictable.
He moved closer into me, bringing his face nearer to mine without actually kissing me, without actually touching me. He held his position and stared at my lips, the world silent around us.
He actually made me nervous.
His hand moved to my cheek, and his thumb rested against my jaw. He gently tilted my face up so my lips were accessible to his. There was a long pause before he did anything, a buildup before the fall.
He finally inched closer and rested his lips against mine. It was a gentle landing, a combination of our soft mouths aligning. It was a handshake of our lips, a sensual meeting of our bodies.