Total pages in book: 76
Estimated words: 73174 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 366(@200wpm)___ 293(@250wpm)___ 244(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 73174 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 366(@200wpm)___ 293(@250wpm)___ 244(@300wpm)
Stealing a kiss. Stealing the moment. I kissed him gently, but I let a little of my tongue slide over his lips, calling his bluff. My cock hardened again, and I vowed to ignore it.
“There,” I said, pulling back quickly. “Are you over it, yet? Can we get back to hating each other in peace?”
But his eyelids had dropped halfway. His lips were slick from the kiss, and instead of looking like he was messing around, he looked…
Hungry. Needy. Really fucking hot.
“Sure,” he said, his voice low. “We can hate each other as long as you keep kissing me like that.”
10
STORM
I didn’t know what was up with me, but I knew I wanted more.
More of that.
More of Emmett’s tongue on my lips. I wanted it in my mouth. Maybe I wanted it more places, too.
“I know you’re trying to shock me by kissing me even though you’re straight,” he said.
“Well, I want you to do that again,” I said, something stirring deep in my chest. “Does that shock you? Don’t really care if it does.”
I brought a hand forward, running it down the front of his shirt. I wasn’t hung up about the fact that he was a guy. He was just a mix of everything I’d always found attractive. His full lips, his lean but toned body, his silky hair… even the way his skin smelled like some warm, spiced vanilla.
They were always things I’d been attracted to in women, but I’d never found a guy quite like Emmett.
Hell, I’d never known a guy even close to what Emmett was.
His good looks were in a league of their own. Initially I’d noticed that there was something pretty about him, and that was definitely true. But he also had a streak of fierce passion beneath the surface, and the combination turned me on in ways I’d never experienced before.
Certainly not with any guy.
“Christ,” he said. “The guys are right over there.”
“Then come back to my place?” I murmured. “Or yours. Hell, it isn’t like our houses are far apart from each other.”
“You’re fucking crazy,” Emmett said, but he didn’t exactly sound mad about it. Didn’t look mad about it, either.
I reached a hand up to run my fingers through my hair. “You might be right. I do feel like I’m losing it, a little. I just also feel like I fucking loved that. And I want more.”
“Well, I don’t think you’re going to feel that way once you come back down to reality,” Emmett said, his gaze hardening. He breathed in deep, giving me a once over before nodding. “I’m heading home. Have a good night, Storm.”
He ducked back into the bar, and a minute later, I saw him leaving around the side of the place, walking over toward his dumb red Porsche that was still parked over in the Fixer Brothers office lot across the street.
Gone. Just like that. Leaving me here with one whole hell of a craving. Was he really just trying to mess with me, still, with that kiss? It sure felt like more. I couldn’t have been the only one who felt that attraction, unless I was way off-base.
But I wasn’t going to push it.
I wanted more, and I didn’t know why the fuck I wanted more, but I wasn’t going to be an asshole. If Emmett didn’t want me, then that was that.
I could go home, jerk off, and go on with my life.
The first thing I saw when I turned onto my street a couple of hours later was the glimmer of dozens of little lights in Emmett’s front yard.
“What in the fresh hell?” I muttered under my breath, laying off the gas pedal in the Bronco and driving slower past Emmett’s house. “What are you doing, Fancy Pants?”
As my car slowed, I got a better look at what was going on. Emmett was out in his front yard in a white T-shirt and beat-up old pants, standing on a short ladder to hang up some sort of artsy bronze lantern in one of the tall oak trees out front. It was only one of a bunch of different little glowing lights he’d apparently decided to set up tonight. The sun was just setting, and his front yard looked like some sort of magical wonderland, dotted with multiple glowing lights hanging from different trees and strung along the shrubs on the far side of the lawn.
Emmett looked to his side as my Bronco passed.
I rolled down the window, calling out to him. “Need help hanging that up?”
When he saw me he teetered a little on the ladder.
“Oh, fuck,” I said as I realized what was about to occur.
Emmett frowned, losing balance on the ladder and falling backward onto the lawn. The bronze lantern fell next to him, missing his head by a few inches.