Total pages in book: 31
Estimated words: 28593 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 143(@200wpm)___ 114(@250wpm)___ 95(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 28593 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 143(@200wpm)___ 114(@250wpm)___ 95(@300wpm)
"Because you're not living in it."
"Colter." She blinks wide eyes at me, her lips parted as if she isn't sure what to say. As if she can't tell if I'm serious or just teasing her.
"Just thought I should lay all my cards on the table before we go inside," I say, holding her gaze. "Because this isn't a fling for me, Leia. You aren't a fling." I swallow hard. "Once I get you in my bed, I won't want you to leave it. I fully intend to play as dirty as I have to play to make you fall in love with me."
"I don't think…" She exhales a nervous breath. "I don't think you'll have to play very dirty at all, Bossy."
"Fuck," I groan, tipping my head back against the seat as my dick imprints against my zipper.
"But I am worried," she whispers.
"About what?"
"I don't want anyone to think I got this story by sleeping with you." She glances away from me, her shoulders bowed. "It may seem like a little thing to you, but it's important to me that I be taken seriously on my own merits. I don't want to start off with people thinking I only get scoops because of you."
"So we'll keep my name out of it," I say with a shrug. "I'm not here for credit, Leia. I'm here for you. You're chasing a bookie. I don't want you doing it alone. It's that simple. No one has to know I'm involved at all if you don't want them to know. How much you say is up to you."
"That doesn't seem particularly fair to you, though."
"Chasing stories isn't my job. It's yours. I'm here because you're here, plain and simple. And spending time with you is, by far, the best reward I've ever gotten in my life."
Her gaze flits across my face. "You mean that, don't you?"
"Uh, fuck yeah. You consume every thought in my brain, Trouble. I've had more fun with you than I've ever had on the ice."
Her smile chases the worry from her eyes. "You're not so bad yourself, Bossy. Your driving sucks, and you have no patience, but seven out of ten would spy with you again."
"Seven out of ten?" I growl, digging my fingers into the sides of her suit jacket to topple her against my chest. "Seven out of ten?"
She laughs loudly, trying to fight me off as I wrap my arms around her, claiming her lips in a deep kiss. As soon as I kiss her, she stops fighting and starts pulling me closer like the greedy little thing she is. Her moan goes straight to my cock. Fuck, everything about her in my arms goes straight to my cock.
She feels like silk and tastes like tart cherries.
I pull the clip from her hair, sending the long blonde tresses tumbling. Her floral scent swirls around us. "Goddamn," I groan against her mouth. "You smell delicious, pretty baby."
"So do you," she whispers, running her hands up and down my chest.
"Lean back. I want to see something." I place my hands on her hips to hold her steady as she leans back against the steering wheel. There isn't much room to work with in the truck, but I don't need much right now. I just need to see her, touch her. Christ, I can't wait.
I help strip her jacket away, leaving her in a lacy camisole that barely covers anything. It's sheer and sexy as hell. Her hard little nipples poke through it, making my mouth water.
"Colter!" she gasps, her hands flying to my hair when I wrap my lips around one.
"Shouldn't have them out if you don't want me playing with them, Trouble," I mutter before biting the right nipple.
She gasps again, rocking against my knees. Oh, she's responsive.
I slide my hand down her stomach, groaning. She's thick and curvy everywhere. I love it. There's enough of her to grab onto, enough of her to sink into. I want to glut myself on every inch of her. Fuck. Maybe that's what I'll do. Lock her in the bedroom and just keep her there permanently. Who needs hockey when I have a goddess to feast on?
"Colter," she whispers, her voice shaking as I undo the button on her pants. "W-what…?"
"I'm going to make you come, Trouble. Right here. Right now."
"We're outside," she says as if I'm unaware we're sitting in my truck. I can tell by the look in her eyes that the thought excites her though. She's adventurous, curious. As much as she wants to deny it, I think she likes to live on the edge with the threat of being caught hanging over her head.
"Mmhmm." I tug her zipper down. "And you're going to be a good girl and come all over me anyway."
She bites her lip and then moans, which is answer enough. She wants it. Aches for it. Fuck, this woman was made for me.