Total pages in book: 121
Estimated words: 113812 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 569(@200wpm)___ 455(@250wpm)___ 379(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 113812 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 569(@200wpm)___ 455(@250wpm)___ 379(@300wpm)
The words seem to inspire him to dig his fingertips into the back of my ass. He holds me down while helping me grind against him. A moan escapes—his or mine is lost in the fogged-up space. “So good, babe.” His lips find my neck, and his tongue flattens as it slides up to under my jaw. “Do you know how long I’ve thought about you?”
“Since Monday at Peaches?”
He stops and sits back, but the feigning of being upset doesn’t stick, and he laughs. As soon as our eyes connect, he’s right back to where he left off, and I start to lose my way again. Every gyrate a proposition for more, each moan comes throatier as I gasp for everything all at once—release, air, and more of him, all of him inside me.
It’s not enough. “I want you. I want you so much.”
He bucks into me, hitting the spot that I can’t get enough of and need his full attention on to get me off. Dropping my head back fills my desperately seeking lungs with air, but the coil begins unraveling, and as much as I try to stave it off, to revel in this feeling, the faster it spins inside. “Yes, babe. God yes. Right there.” I lift and land, rub, and take, take, take as much as I can. But then his mouth finds my collarbone, one hand squeezing my breast while the other pops my jeans open and slips between my slickened lower lips.
One touch is all it takes, and I’m pushed right off the edge of the cliff where he placed me. Tremors rip through me, so I hold his shoulders, wanting to feel every last seismic shift. “Oh, Tagger. Yes. God, yes!”
The release hits quick, then my body slumps against him in the aftermath. Resting my head on his shoulder, I try to even my breaths and the beats of my heart.
As soon as I have the energy to lift my head, the adoring look in his eyes captures me. “So much for a Tagger-free night.”
“It was free alright. I won’t charge you a dime, not even that twenty you stole from me earlier.”
“Winning fair and square isn’t stealing anything except for your pride, but after that performance, you’ve earned every ounce right back.” There’s no smirk, just a smile I hold a fondness for. Always have. Maybe even more these days. “By the way, your hand is still in my pants.”
“I know. I like it here.” The wiggle of his fingers has me wanting more already.
A blue light blinds me even though the condensation on the windows obscures it. And then red. Blue. Red. “Oh no.” The siren startles me before I’ve had a chance to recover.
Tagger lifts me and sets me back in the passenger seat. “Fasten your pants.” His voice is ragged, his breath heavy through the command.
I listen and lift to tug them up, doing as I’m told because my thoughts are still reeling from the bliss to think clearly on my own.
A knock on the window has Tagger wiping the condensation away to see a police officer on the other side of it. “Shit,” he mumbles as if it hadn’t looked like this would be happening. He pushes the button, and the window slowly rolls down. “How can I help you, Officer?”
Resting a hand against the hood, the officer says, “Tagger Grange?”
“Yeah?” I can tell Tagger doesn’t recognize him.
I do. Too well but not on the wrong side of the law kind of way. “Dirk?”
He taps his name tag. “Deputy McCall.”
Tagger eyes me and turns back to him. Dirk’s toothy grin is brighter than the reflective lines on the street. “Oh hey there, Chrissy.”
That earns me a hard glare after hearing him call me that name. I laugh but keep it under wraps as much as I can. I shrug, and whisper, “I can’t control other people.”
Turning back to Dirk, Tagger asks, “Do you two know each other?”
“We went to high school together. Of course, you were already gone, but I used to watch you play on Friday nights. It was the highlight of my week.” Dirk has always been a little goofy, but he’s a nice enough guy.
“Thanks. So it’s Dirk?” Tagger begins to relax, reaching his hand out.
As Dirk shakes it, I can’t stop thinking about that hand being in my pants not five minutes ago. “Deputy McCall. I’m Greene County’s only deputy, actually.”
I lean a bit closer so I’m not shouting across the cab. “How’s your mom?”
“Recovering.”
“Aw, that’s good.” I sit back again. “Tell her I’ll bring her a peach cobbler when they’re ripe.”
“Sure will.” His eyes return to Tagger. “I heard you were in town.” But then he looks at me with concern squeezing his brow as if two and two are finally adding up for him.