Total pages in book: 86
Estimated words: 81009 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 405(@200wpm)___ 324(@250wpm)___ 270(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 81009 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 405(@200wpm)___ 324(@250wpm)___ 270(@300wpm)
We reached Rome, however, before I could think of an excuse to stop Tyler.
Rome didn’t appear to notice Tyler as he looked at me.
“Ready to go?” he asked, straightening to tower over Tyler.
I nodded my head. Yes, please.
“Hey, man,” Tyler said. “I can give her a ride if you have other things to do.”
I wanted to groan in protest.
“That’s not necessary,” Rome replied. “Give me her bag.”
Tyler reluctantly took it off his shoulder, then handed it over.
“Come on,” Rome told me, walking to the passenger side, then opening the door and tossing my bag inside.
Forgetting about Tyler, I hurried to climb in, giddy that I was getting to ride with him. Rome held out his hand to me, and I looked down at it, then up at him.
The corner of his mouth quirked. “Trying to help you, Angel Face.”
Oh. I really liked it when he called me that.
I placed my hand into his, and my entire body felt a rush of pleasure as his fingers closed around mine. It was warm and so much bigger than mine. I liked his hands. They were sexy.
“You gonna get in?”
The amusement in his tone snapped me out of my trance, and I blushed as I stepped up into the truck. When he let my hand go, I had to clasp mine together to keep from reaching out and grabbing his. I hadn’t wanted that to end so soon.
He closed my door and walked around the front of the truck. I inhaled his scent. I loved this.
My eyes met Tyler’s as he stood, watching me. I’d not thanked him for carrying my bag or even said bye. Raising my hand, I waved at him.
He smiled then and held up his hand to wave back.
Rome’s door opened, and my attention was immediately drawn back to him. He even made getting in his truck look hot. My skin was warm, and it had nothing to do with the weather, especially since it was cool today, feeling more like late fall.
His gaze swung over to meet mine when he was behind the wheel.
“I almost feel sorry for him,” Rome said.
“Who?”
He smirked and shook his head, then started the truck. “The TV star who is drooling all over you while you barely notice his existence.”
I frowned. “I notice him.”
Rome raised his eyebrows as he glanced at me, and then he went back to paying attention to his backing up. “No, you don’t, or you didn’t just now. But I reckon his ego is big enough to handle it. I imagine you’re his first real challenge when it comes to females.”
I blew out a breath and stared back at the parking lot as we pulled away. “I didn’t encourage him. He has just been very attentive. He likes to talk to me,” I said.
Rome chuckled, keeping his eyes on the road. “Oh, he likes more than talking to you.”
“What’s that supposed to mean?” I asked.
He cut his eyes at me and then scanned them down my body before looking back at the road. “You make his dick hard.”
The deep timbre in his voice made me shiver. I didn’t know what to say to that exactly. But I had questions. I bit my bottom lip, debating on asking.
“How do you know that?” I blurted.
The hand he had on the steering wheel tightened. “I just do.”
That wasn’t good enough. My eyes dropped down to his crotch, and I sucked in a breath at the hard length that I could see pressing against his jeans. It looked big. I didn’t look at guys there normally. Were they all that size?
“Fuck, Salem,” he growled.
My eyes flew back up to his face.
His jaw jutted out, and he looked rigid. “Stop looking at my dick.”
I licked my lips nervously. “It’s hard.” My words came out in a whisper.
A tight laugh came from his lips. “Yeah.”
“W-why?”
He ran his free hand through his hair. “Jesus,” he muttered, then looked at me. “You’re sixteen. You know why cocks get hard.”
I nodded. “Yes, but…” I paused, not sure how to say this. “But I thought…you had to…want something for it to get like that.”
Another chuckle that held little humor. “Just because you’re too young for me to touch doesn’t mean I don’t think about it. And then you wear shit like that, and”—he shook his head—“my thoughts go there.”
A shiver ran through me. Rome had thought about touching me? Where? How? A tingle between my legs made me shift in my seat.
“Your hard nipples are poking through that tight top, Angel Face,” he drawled.
My breath quickened, and my body flushed.
“Does the thought turn you on—my dick getting hard from me thinking about the things I want to do to you?”
Oh God. I was getting achy now, and I wanted him to keep talking.
“Wh-what do you want to do to me?”