Total pages in book: 80
Estimated words: 76172 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 381(@200wpm)___ 305(@250wpm)___ 254(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 76172 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 381(@200wpm)___ 305(@250wpm)___ 254(@300wpm)
It ended today.
The kiss I shared with Devyn still burns inside of me, and she’s stoking that fire with every move she makes around this damn sewing room of hers.
She went to Em and Kincaid’s house and came back wearing what I imagine is the shortest damn dress she owns.
I came close to coming in my jeans when I asked why she changed and she informed me that I turned her on so much she ruined her other clothes. As if the idea of her arousal coating her skin wasn’t enough of a tease, she seems hell-bent to keep me turned on with every move. The fluttery dress teases the back of her thighs. I swear I see the curvature of her ass cheeks more than once when she bends over to pull supplies out of the lowest bin on the cubicle shelf I assembled for her.
“You don’t even need that right now,” I say, calling her out because she’s more than a little obvious about what she’s doing at this point.
“You don’t seem to mind,” she says, taking her time to put the items back in the bin before standing up straight.
I don’t rush to pull my gaze from her legs as she turns around to face me.
I told her we needed to wait, but she’s chipping away at that resolve every second we spend together.
She has to know that getting to know each other is a must, but we’re both in trouble because the chemistry between us feels like a physical thing that could be bottled up and sold.
“My attraction to you isn’t in question.”
“I can tell,” she says, her eyes dropping to the front of my jeans.
I grip myself over the denim, making her breath catch in her throat. I simply readjust myself, trying to ease the discomfort I’m feeling.
“Emmett,” she whispers, taking a step in my direction.
I swear if she touches me, I’ll lock the goddamned door and make her scream my name. We can even cuddle after so she doesn’t feel used.
My eyes scan the room, trying to figure out the best place for all of this to take place. I wouldn’t want to ruin anything and set her back.
“Is this a bad time?”
“Yes,” Devyn says to Oracle, making him laugh.
“No,” I argue. “It’s not. What’s up?”
“We’re figuring out transportation, so we need a final head count. Are you two going tomorrow?”
“No,” I say.
“To Denver?” Devyn asks.
“Yes,” Oracle says.
“No,” I repeat.
“Yes,” Devyn argues, her eyes locked on my face. “Can we also stop by Sew Delicious?”
“Of course,” Oracle says. “Are they open on Sundays?”
“They are,” Devyn says, excitement in her voice.
“I’ll take you to the fabric store. We don’t have to go to—”
“What should I wear?” she asks, ignoring my insistence that going to Hale-ish won’t happen.
I take a step forward when Oracle’s eyes dip to the very short hem of Devyn’s dress.
“That would work,” Oracle praises.
Oracle chuckles when I inch even closer, holding his hands up in mock surrender.
“So territorial,” he mutters, taking a step back. “But I don’t blame you one bit.”
“Emmett?” Devyn’s voice has a hint of pleading in it. I like the idea that she’s wanting me to agree to going rather than arguing that she’ll go whether I do or not.
I look in her direction, knowing how impossibly hard it will be to keep my cool if anyone there tries to hit on her.
“We’ll go,” I say eventually, earning a little squeal from Devyn that my body reads in ways it shouldn’t while in mixed company.
“Remember, it’s an overnight trip,” Oracle says as he turns toward the door. “I’ll book your hotel room when I book the others.”
“Rooms,” I clarify. “Plural. We aren’t going to share a room.”
“Really?” both Devyn and Oracle ask at the same time.
I confirm. Devyn looks disappointed. Oracle looks like he doesn’t believe me one bit.
“Make sure Em and Kincaid know you’ll be gone,” Oracle says before leaving the room.
“Oh God,” she says the second he’s gone. “I can’t have that conversation with them.”
I chuckle. “Part of being an adult is not being embarrassed when you’re doing adult things.”
She narrows her eyes at me. “Will you ever get past the age thing?”
“Maybe when you’re forty,” I mutter. “What were we doing before he showed up?”
“You were staring at my legs with an erection.”
She laughs when I swallow, fighting the urge to drop my eyes to her bare skin once again.
“I have to go,” I rush out, knowing if I stay, the thoughts I had earlier, very well may come to fruition.
“See you later.” It sounds like a challenge as if she can read me and knows I have no ability to walk away from her.
“You’re driving me insane.”
“Seems only fair.” She takes several steps closer to me. As much as I know I should take a step back, I’m locked in place.