Total pages in book: 61
Estimated words: 56603 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 283(@200wpm)___ 226(@250wpm)___ 189(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 56603 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 283(@200wpm)___ 226(@250wpm)___ 189(@300wpm)
When my coughing began to subside, I swung my gaze toward the owner of the voice. The most gorgeous man I’d ever seen was standing a few feet away from me, and I could’ve sworn that my ovaries exploded.
He had dark hair that looked as though it would be wavy if he grew it a little longer. The color matched his short, boxed beard that framed full lips under an aquiline nose and deep set royal blue eyes.
He had to be at least six feet tall with a lean body that showed off defined muscles and—as if that wasn’t yummy enough—he was wearing camouflage weather-proof pants, heavy black boots, and a fitted black T-shirt that said SWAT across a very muscular chest. I covertly wiped my mouth in case I was drooling and covered it with a cough for good measure.
When I returned my eyes to his face, I caught him giving me the same once-over, but the concerned expression he’d had was morphing into a deep frown and furrowed brows. After he completed his perusal and met my gaze, his blue orbs had darkened with anger. I was confused by the sudden change in attitude.
I smiled brightly and waved, hoping it would lighten his mood. The wave messed with my tenuous balance, and I stumbled. He lurched forward and grabbed my arm to keep me from falling.
“Out, ladies,” he growled. He spoke as though addressing all three of us, but his eyes were glued to my face as he gently tugged my arm, pulling me toward him. Dropping my head back so I could look up at him, I got distracted by his mouth and really wanted him to kiss me. I briefly wondered if he would let me kiss him but then dismissed the idea, knowing I was too shy to make the first move. Besides, I didn’t want my first kiss to be with such a sourpuss. No matter how smokin’ hot he was.
Yet my eyes were glued to his mouth, and my lips parted slightly as if they had a mind of their own. His blue gaze dropped to my mouth, and I waited with anticipation for his kiss.
2
Ewan
I stared down into innocent, gorgeous, hazel-blue eyes and fought the desire to bend my head the few inches it would take to seal my mouth over hers. My focus shifted lower to stare at her lips, parted in invitation. But before I could give in to the temptation to kiss her, I fixated on her eyes again. They had a glassy tint to them that told me she was likely drunk. A fact that fueled my irrational anger. I had no idea what had come over me.
I’d stopped at Gatsby’s to grab some dinner on my way home. As SWAT Commander for my precinct, I’d spent most of the day buried in paperwork. Then a tough hostage situation in the afternoon had continued until just a couple of hours ago. I was exhausted and ready for some greasy food, a beer, and a couple of episodes of my favorite show before I passed out in bed. I was just setting the to-go order in my SUV when I heard the sound of hysterical female laughter, drawing my attention to the park across the street where I saw three women frolicking in the large fountain. I rolled my eyes and headed over there to tell them to stop and send them on their way.
Once I’d reached the other side, one of the women was splashed in her face and started coughing hard, the force wracking her whole body. I jogged over to ask if she was all right.
She climbed to her feet but then stumbled and was about to fall backward out of the fountain. I got there just in time to catch her. Wrapping my arms around her, I hauled her out, setting her on her feet. I was completely unprepared for my reaction to her. The scent of jasmine and vanilla invaded my senses, and an instant, overwhelming attraction hit me like a Mack truck. My inspection started at the top of her head where dark blonde hair hung in a mixture of drenched, straight strands and wild curls that had begun to dry. Her oval face and high cheekbones emphasized almond-shaped eyes that were surrounded by thick lashes a shade darker than her hair. She had a small, defined nose and pink, oval lips that gave her a natural, seductive pout.
I cursed silently as my cock hardened and lengthened from the images provoked by those lips. The mental cursing intensified as I continued the downward trajectory. She wasn’t very tall and had a small frame, but she had mouthwatering curves. She was made for fucking. Large tits that would spill out of my hands or pillow around my cock as I slid between them. Her soft belly looked like the perfect place to rest my head after we were both spent and satisfied. The swell of her hips was perfect for gripping while I buried myself inside her over and over. They were round and wide—perfect for having babies.