Total pages in book: 13
Estimated words: 12781 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 64(@200wpm)___ 51(@250wpm)___ 43(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 12781 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 64(@200wpm)___ 51(@250wpm)___ 43(@300wpm)
She whips around and looks at me questioningly. “Truck? I thought you all hated riding in cages.” She does air quotes when she says the word ‘cages.’
She isn’t wrong. I hate to ride in anything besides my bike. And man, I would love to have her behind me on the bike with her thighs gripping me. But instead, I open the passenger door and hold it open for her. “Sniper wouldn’t want you on the back of my bike,” I explain to her.
She walks over and stops next to me. “What about you, Keeper? Would you want me on the back of your bike?”
I should lie to her and tell her no, but I can’t bring myself to do it. So I tell her honestly, “It doesn’t matter what I want.”
She shakes her head at me and frustration laces her voice. “Is everyone here really that scared of Sniper?”
She’s staring up at me, daring me, tempting me with her sassy attitude. “I’m not scared of Sniper. I respect Sniper. He was there for me when no one else was. He doesn’t want you touched, so I’m not touching you,” I grit out.
Her stare penetrates me and I’m hoping she doesn’t see the longing I feel for her. I know this is a bad idea, but I wasn’t about to let her traipse off with the prospect.
She puts her hand on my chest and I fight the urge to press into her. Her tongue comes out and wets her lips. “You’re not going to touch me? No matter how much you want to?”
I clench my eyes shut tight and take a deep breath. I grip her hand and pull it off of me before releasing her. “This is a bad idea, Lilly. Let’s just go back inside.”
Hurt fills her face and she nods her head. “Fine. Give me the keys and I’ll go myself.”
Two more days. Two more days, I just keep telling myself over and over. “Get in the truck.”
She smiles up at me and turns around, puts her foot up on the step and tries to lift herself up into the raised truck. She bounces up and down on her other foot but is unable to pull herself up.
My hands grip her waist and the feel of her soft flesh has me groaning at the contact. I lift her easily into the seat and help her sit down. I grunt to her, “Put your seatbelt on.”
I take my time circling the cab of the truck, trying to calm myself down.
2
Lilly
I can feel the heat from his hands where he touched me even hours later. It’s like his touch is engrained on me. He drove me around town and we picked up some sandwiches and ate in the car on the way here. Now we’re hiking through the woods. I’m huffing and puffing with every step, but no, not him. I knew he was in shape; I could tell by looking at him. But I didn’t expect him to be able to hike up the side of a mountain and not even break a sweat.
I turn around to look at him and I swear I catch him looking at my ass. I almost slip and his large hand grabs on to me right before I face-plant into the dirt.
I turn in his arms and his face is only an inch from mine. I don’t blink. I don’t move a muscle. I don’t even take a breath. I don’t want to ruin it and I know it wouldn’t take much to break the spell. He’s staring at me. His nostrils are flared and his fingers are digging into my hips. My hands are clutching the front of his shirt tightly.
My lips part and not only do I hear his groan, I feel it rumble through his chest under my hands.
“Please kiss me, Keeper.” I should be embarrassed by the desperation in my voice, but I’m not. I don’t even care. The two weeks I’ve been here, the only thing I’ve thought about is being with Keeper. He’s so different from any man I’ve ever known. He’s big, towering over me, but he’s so gentle in everything he does, especially if it concerns me. And I know he wants me. I can tell by the way his eyes follow me everywhere I go.
He’s shaking. I can feel him trembling against me. His hard body is pressed against me from my near fall. I press my hips into him and at this angle and the way he’s holding me, I press right into the bulge between his legs. He sucks air in between his teeth and he looks like he’s physically in pain. I want to smile about it, because I know exactly what he’s feeling. I’m hurting too.
He looks at my lips and then back to my eyes. “I can’t, Lilly. God help me I want to, but I can’t.”