Total pages in book: 89
Estimated words: 87439 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 437(@200wpm)___ 350(@250wpm)___ 291(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 87439 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 437(@200wpm)___ 350(@250wpm)___ 291(@300wpm)
“Ty—”
“Please, let me finish.” I need to get this out, or I’m gonna stifle it, which is only making this shit worse. “No one can take care of this ass the way I will.” I firm my hold on it. “I’m sure Dax would be fun, and I’m sure it’d be great, but if you tell me that whatever he does to you sparks like it sparks between us, you know I’m not gonna believe that.”
I move closer to his throat, and he rolls his head back, reminding me that I still have this power over him.
That exciting rush returns. If he feels even a fraction of what I do, how could he ever deny me?
“I—” Before I have a chance to say more, Lance rests his hand against the back of my head. He guides my lips to his, and though everything we’ve done together has been hot as hell, in a moment, it’s like an explosion, ripping right through my train of thought, and I lose myself in wet kisses and tongue. When I finally pull away, Lance looks just as shocked as I am by how intense it was, though it’s definitely made me less concerned about everything that had me so worked up.
As he seems to regain his senses, he glances around, reminding me that we’re still in fucking Crave.
“Sorry,” he says.
“Don’t you dare be sorry for that,” I insist, which earns a smirk.
See, Dax, I can make him smile too.
His lips move like he’s about to say something before I hear, “One tequila soda.”
Dax passes me my drink, and I quickly take a sip.
I grind my teeth. The guy just bought me a drink, but now I’m annoyed with him for another reason. Because it would’ve been nice to know how Lance felt about everything I said. Although, given the way Lance attacked my mouth, I’d say it can’t be bad.
“Did I interrupt something?” Dax asks, glancing between us, his expression confirming he knows he did, his smile suggesting he might even be proud of it.
“Let’s…uh…let’s dance,” Lance says, still a bit out of it since that kiss.
21
Lance
My head’s still spinning, my cheeks warm from everything Ty said and then that kiss.
“You know there’s something here. That I’ll be even more determined to impress you than anyone else.”
Ty’s words keep playing in a loop in my head, not like a guy who was pleading for me to fuck around with him, but like a desperate man. He certainly didn’t hide his jealousy of Dax when we first discussed the date, but it’s clearly on another level tonight, and I notice what it does to my body, how it’s got my dick a little twitchy while we’re dancing. He wants my ass, and I want him to have it. I wish Dax hadn’t interrupted before I could tell Ty that.
Unfortunately, our friends arrive shortly after Dax returns, so it’s not like we can bail on them, but after a few songs, we manage to get some privacy again. Ty’s glance toward the door is the only signal I need to know it’s time to go, so we find our friends, say our goodbyes, and head out into the chilly night.
Neither of us speaks as Ty gets us an Uber, and now he’s glancing at me like he’s trying to work out what happens next.
“Someone’s not very chatty, considering all you had to say inside,” I observe, and a wry smirk tugs across his lips.
“I didn’t want tonight to pass by and not have said it.”
“I’m glad you did,” I confess. “But there was no threat of me doing anything with Dax. We talked during dinner about the fact that I wasn’t interested in him like that, but we could be friends.”
“Oh…”
I laugh. “Aren’t one-word responses more my thing?”
He cringes. “They really are.”
“And while we were on that date, I was actually thinking about something else.”
“Oh really?”
“Yeah, something I wasn’t ready for before, but that I think I’m ready for tonight.”
“What are you saying?”
“I guess I’m trying to work out whose place we’re gonna go back to. Because you can’t talk about my ass like that and not expect to follow through.”
Ty’s smile sends a rush through me. With all the emotions I’ve been through the past half hour in the club, I can only imagine what he’ll do to me once we start exploring.
“Since my guys are at Crave,” Ty says, “and some will have already gone to Zeta Tau, I imagine I can get you into Sigma Alpha pretty easily. And even if someone noticed, I wouldn’t give a flying fuck.”
“Me neither.”
“My place it is,” Ty says, just as our ride arrives.
It’s a short trip to the Sigma Alpha house. We chat with the driver, and I try to ignore the throbbing in my crotch and the adrenaline coursing through me as I start to accept what’s about to happen.