Total pages in book: 91
Estimated words: 87825 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 439(@200wpm)___ 351(@250wpm)___ 293(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 87825 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 439(@200wpm)___ 351(@250wpm)___ 293(@300wpm)
She rolls her eyes at me, but she doesn’t tell me to get lost, so I consider that a win. Taking one corner of the couch, she tucks her legs under her then reaches for the remote control to the TV. “Hope you’re in the mood for sappy romances because that’s what I’m watching.”
My blood simmers in my veins. Despite the walls she’s trying to put up between us, she still doesn’t have the heart to send me away, and I find that encouraging. “I’m in the mood for anything if it involves you.”
As I settle on the other end of the couch, I spy the corner of her mouth creep up. Her father’s check is burning a hole in my pocket, but I can’t bring myself to tell her about it yet—not when I have her sitting mere feet away in soft flannel, her defenses coming down the way her hair did.
She pulls up the TV menu and begins scrolling through the movies available. “Serendipity or Ever After?”
“You choose.”
Without a word, she selects Ever After and the opening scenes begin. As the older woman starts narrating the tale that every little girl fell in love with at some point during childhood, I watch Sadie. Her eyes are on the TV, but the way she fidgets every so often between bites of popcorn, twirling her hair or smoothing a hand down her thigh, tells me she’s as aware of me as I am of her. I’d bet her father’s check she’s growing hot between the thighs.
It isn’t until the prince and the heroine meet that Sadie breaks the silence. “You said you needed to talk to me.” She’s back to twirling her hair, and now she’s peeking at me from her peripheral. “Sounded important.”
It is important, but I’m not ready to wreck this tenuous peace with her. If she’ll let me sit next to her, watching her watch movies all night long, I’ll be happy. “You were right. It can wait.”
She lets out a frustrated sigh. “I’m not in the mood to play games.”
“Neither am I. We’ll talk about it later, I promise. Just let me enjoy looking at you for a while.”
Her gaze is full of heat and longing, and I can barely keep from launching across the couch and touching her.
“You’re not the type to look and not touch.”
If that’s not an invitation, I don’t know what is. I slide across the sofa, take the bowl of popcorn from her lap and set it on the floor, then palm her cheek. She’s soft and warm to the touch, and I’ve got wood just from the subtle scent of her skin. It’s not overpowering like most perfumes. Instead, it draws me in to inhale her essence. Tempts me to taste her. I pull her onto my lap, gripping her by the waist as she straddles me, and the movie is forgotten as the heat between us ignites.
“I’ve been going crazy wanting you,” I say, nuzzling the sensitive spot underneath her ear. Gently biting her flesh, I groan as the taste of her plays on my tongue. Her head lolls back, and I kiss my way down her throat.
“Ash…making out isn’t going to fix things between us. Corinne will still be pregnant tomorrow.”
“Who’s Corinne?” I murmur, then I grasp her by the nape and pull her mouth down on mine. Her defenses bust wide open, and her fingers spear through my hair as she whimpers into the kiss. She’s rubbing against my hard-on, rolling her hips in a steady rhythm that’s shooting us both higher. I drop my face into the V of her tank and run my tongue over the swell of her tits.
“God, you taste good.” I flick my thumbs over her nipples, loving how they harden and poke out beneath the soft material of her pajama top. Her breath hitches, and the next thing I know, she’s scrambling off my lap. I think she’s going into full retreat mode until she drops to her knees and surprises us both by unbuttoning my pants. Her gaze is pure fire as she slowly drags down my zipper. My erection springs free, and Sadie sweeps her tongue across her lower lip before drawing it between her teeth.
“You know exactly what you’re doing to me,” I accuse.
“What am I doing to you?” Her tone is all innocence, but the way she’s gently raking her nails from the base of my shaft to the tip speaks of calculation.
“Now who’s playing games?”
“I don’t play games, Ash. Just like I don’t lie or keep secrets.”
“I never lied to you.”
“You lied by omission.”
“So you want payback, is that it?”
“Maybe,” she hedges, her nails still teasing the fuck out of me.
“Then get your payback, Sawyer.”
Our eyes lock, and I’m holding my breath as I wait for her to take me into her mouth, though I don’t expect this to end well—not with the way her quiet anger is pulling at her lips. She leans forward, hair tickling my shaft, and lets several seconds pass while keeping me suspended in aching want. This is hell, waiting for her to make her move.