Total pages in book: 79
Estimated words: 76693 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 383(@200wpm)___ 307(@250wpm)___ 256(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 76693 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 383(@200wpm)___ 307(@250wpm)___ 256(@300wpm)
“And you think I do?” Her voice is shrill. “I’m worried, Two. My family has dealt with not one but two abductions in the past few years. I know the Park name draws attention and freaks are always out to get us. But I also can’t let these people dictate my life.”
“You’re not even going to tell your parents?”
“Nope.”
We drive in mutually irritated silence. I think she’s being stupid as fuck not reporting this to anyone. It makes me realize she needs protection. Right now, I’m the only protection she’s got.
Unbelievable.
When we reach my house, I’m happy to see both my parents’ vehicles are gone. Saturdays are a busy day at work for them. Sometimes they even recruit me to come help, though they do try to hold back doing that while I’m in school. Summers are always fair game, though.
After shutting off the car, we collect our bags and make several trips to bring all our findings from Hemingford Hall into my workshop. Neither of us is speaking to one another at the moment. I’m still pissed and apparently, she is too. I have half a mind to text Tate and ask him how I deal with this girl since he’s the professional and all.
“It’s cold,” Gemma mutters, hugging herself and shivering.
I crank up the dial on the space heater. “Sure it’s just the cold and not adrenaline?”
“Can we just drop it? I want to work on our project, not analyze this stupid stalker. If we can pretend it’s not happening, it’ll make things a lot easier.”
Prowling over to her, I frown. “You can’t just pretend it away, Golden. That kind of thinking is stupid. You’ll be more vulnerable that way.”
She lifts her chin, bottom lip slightly quivering. “Please.”
“No.” Before I can stop myself, I reach up and touch her. Again. Gently, I stroke my thumb along the bottom of her chin. “I’m not going to let some asshole terrorize you.”
Her lips curl into a devilish grin that has my dick thickening. “I already have some asshole terrorizing me. What’s one more?”
She licks her dry bottom lip. The action trips a wire inside of me. My mouth descends upon hers. I don’t stop to think or talk myself out of it. I simply put my lips on her perfect ones I can’t seem to stop staring at.
“Oh,” she mutters, voice soft but not alarmed.
As her lips part, I dart my tongue into her mouth, eager to taste her. She moans and fuck if it doesn’t scramble my already messed up head. I slide my fingers into her ultra-glossy hair, tugging her closer so I can devour her sweet mouth.
She’s not supposed to taste so goddamn delicious.
Why does this kiss feel like something I’ve been aching for my entire life?
Her palms skate up my chest over my hoodie and then her fingertips are probing the sides of my neck. We kiss with fire a thousand times hotter than the steady warmth pouring from the space heater. All the animosity I have for her feels forgotten in this moment. She feels like mine right now and I want to savor her.
My hands roam down her body until I find her narrow hips. She squeaks when I lift her, setting her on a nearby stool. Then, to my delight, she spreads her thighs, welcoming me to stand between them. From this angle, I can own her mouth with mine, exploring all the soft, slippery corners of it. Her whimpers and gasps are music to my ears and a motherfucking tease to my dick.
She freezes when my cold hand slides beneath her hoodie. Her flesh is hot and silky. I can’t help but caress it with my thumb, desperate to explore more of her.
How did we get here?
How do we stop?
A mewl rattles out of her throat as I tease my fingers up higher and around to her back. The clasp of her bra easily comes undone. By the time my palm is back to her front, sliding over her naked breast beneath the cup of her bra, we’re both panting. Her nipple is hard and small like a pebble. I crave to have it between my teeth.
“Two,” she murmurs. “Two, stop.”
With a grunt, I pull back, letting go of her and stepping away. Her lips are swollen, red, and parted. It’s her eyes that do me in. Her pupils are blown and the look in them says she wants to do anything but stop.
Reality seeps in, rushing over me like a frigid avalanche. My dick deflates as I realize who I’m here with and what I’m doing with her.
It’s Golden.
Number one.
The first choice.
Shuddering, I stagger away from her until my ass hits another table behind me. She winces and then awkwardly fidgets for her bra clasp under her hoodie.
What did we almost do?