Total pages in book: 24
Estimated words: 22846 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 114(@200wpm)___ 91(@250wpm)___ 76(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 22846 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 114(@200wpm)___ 91(@250wpm)___ 76(@300wpm)
“I think that would be okay,” I say as I tilt my chin toward him.
He kisses me soft and slow. It’s missing the desperate urgency that the kiss in the room had, but this is just as nice. His tongue is cold from the beer and it sends little jolts of electricity rippling through me.
All is forgiven by the time he pulls away.
His words are still swirling through my head but now I’m curious about them. What would it be like to have him climb on top of me, pushing my legs apart with his huge frame as he takes my virginity?
And why is my neck tingling in the very spot he was looking at? It’s been going all day, feeling like there’s something missing on the patch of skin. I’ve never had that sensation before until I saw Rylan. Maybe my body wants him to mark me as much as he wants to do it.
“So,” he says as he takes a sip of his beer, watching me over the rim of his glass. “What made you want to be a doctor?”
I start telling him everything, opening up, and pouring my thoughts and dreams out. Thoughts that I never told anyone before.
It turns out to be a good date after all.
And it only gets better after we leave the bar…
Chapter Seven
Mila
“Is this new?” I ask as I look up at the ceiling of the fire station? Everything in here looks brand new.
Rylan rubs the back of his neck as he looks up. “Does it?” he says with a shrug. “I don’t know. Come look at the equipment over here.”
I look at him funny as he tries to change the subject. Why would he be acting funny over the ceiling being changed? Unless he wants to hide what happened.
Rylan starts giving me the tour, explaining everything around the fire station as I stand back and pretend to listen. Really, I’m three beers into the night and I can’t stop checking him out. I love the way he swings his arms when he’s excited and the sexy way his jaw moves when he talks.
I keep looking at his thick wrists that I wouldn’t be able to put two hands around and make my fingertips touch, and the way his white shirt is so tight across his chest.
I start to really feel my heart pounding when he tries on his firefighter jacket and helmet for me.
“This was a good idea,” I whisper a little too loud.
He smiles at me.
We had left the pub at closing, but we both didn’t want the night to end. It was too perfect and we wanted it to last a little longer.
“Want a tour of the fire station?” Rylan asked. I immediately agreed. “Carter is there, but he’s probably sleeping.”
I didn’t care who was there. I just wanted to spend some more time with my mate.
“What do you think?” he asks as he opens his arms and spins around with his firefighter jacket hanging off him.
I tilt my head and huff out a breath. “I don’t know,” I say. “It would look much better without a shirt on underneath.” The beer and arousal are fueling every word.
He grins and then takes off the jacket. “What my mate wants, my mate gets.”
The hair on the back of my neck raises straight up as he grabs the bottom of his shirt and peels it off his large frame. My mouth drops and every nerve ending in my body starts tingling as he smiles at me—shirtless, grinning, hair a wild mess.
He’s my mate, I tell myself. Take your time.
I swallow hard as I drag my eyes down his wide chest to his hard sculpted abs. His arms look permanently flexed with all of the deep ridges that I’m just dying to run my hands over.
It must be over a minute, but I still think it’s too early when he puts his jacket back on. “Is that better?” he asks with a grin.
He lifts his arms and the jacket opens, revealing his sexy stomach. It’s like my own personal calendar. Fuck, the other eleven months, I only need this one.
“I’m not sure,” I say as I rub my chin and look at him. “I think I like it better without the jacket.”
He takes it off and tosses it to the side. “Whatever you want, my dear.”
His big hand wraps around mine and he continues the tour, showing me all around like I’m interested in anything besides his hot shirtless torso.
One of the firemen I recognize from the hospital comes in, rubbing his eyes and looking half asleep. Rylan puts his shirt back on and introduces him as Carter.
“I thought doctors were supposed to be smart,” he says to me.
I look at him funny.
“You picked this guy as your mate,” he says with a chuckle. “Can’t be that smart.”