Total pages in book: 149
Estimated words: 145731 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 729(@200wpm)___ 583(@250wpm)___ 486(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 145731 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 729(@200wpm)___ 583(@250wpm)___ 486(@300wpm)
“Nice mouth on you,” he says, his lips quirking up in a grin.
I squeeze his firm ass harder through the jeans, tugging him closer. He pushes his hips against mine, grinding, his hard length rubbing against me.
My brain crackles. “Ahhh,” I say with a needy sigh as I reach for the waistband of his jeans, ready and eager to slide my hands down into them. Who even am I, wanting to touch his ass this badly?
“Look at you,” he teases. “You’re so terrible at resisting that you’re trying to undress me outside.”
I yank him harder against me, not thinking, just feeling as my hands dip under the waistband. “Look at you. You’re so terrible at resisting you’re pushing that big dick against me.”
My jaw drops. What did I just say?
Rowan stares like he can’t believe his luck. “And you like it, snow angel.” He pumps his hips, pressing his hard length against me.
“Maybe a little,” I say, but my feathery voice makes a liar of me. I like it a lot.
He moves a little lower. He’s bending his knees slightly, seeking just the right angle. “Fuck it,” he says, grabbing my ass, and hoisting me up against the wall. “Wrap those legs around me.”
Holy shit.
He’s got me pressed to the cold outside wall. I hook my legs around that firm ass. Wrap my arms around his neck. Hold on tight.
“That’s right. That’s what you can’t resist,” he says in a rasp.
“You can’t either,” I taunt, but it turns into a breathy moan.
I thought I was in control for a bit, but Rowan’s clearly in charge as he rubs and presses. He’s hitting me just right, just so, and a hot pulse beats between my thighs. I’m outrageously wet, and I suddenly hate clothes.
“I could invite you in,” I say in between pants, even though I know it’s a bad idea.
“I could make you come outside,” he counters, his green eyes darkening.
He thrusts against me once more to drive home his point. My eyes float closed, the world popping with bright, hot light. When I open them, I whisper a challenge: “Do it.”
“You’re on, sweetheart.” He grinds. Squeezes my ass. Kisses my mouth.
I moan again, and I swear it echoes into the dark night.
I feel reckless.
Wild.
Wrong, but in all the right ways.
I don’t want to think too much on what this up-against-the-wall session means. Not when my body feels like a Christmas tree, turned on after a long winter’s night. I grind right back, chasing pleasure, chasing something I haven’t experienced in a long time. I’m this close. I feel like I can come like this, with the blue and white lights flickering, underneath the cold, starry sky as my brother’s best friend dry humps me against the house.
“Don’t stop,” I plead as we press and rub, and I can barely believe what I’m doing.
My brain goes offline. My body is electric. This won’t take long. Not with all this pent-up—
A light flicks on.
I blink.
Another light.
It takes me a few seconds to register it’s coming from inside the house. Another to register I’m not coming. My orgasm vanishes into thin air. I unhook my legs from his ass, and he sets me down. I step away. “I should go.”
“You should.” His eyes flare with urgency. Understandable. He has lots to lose here too.
I adjust my coat, try to will away the lust surging through me, then punch in the code to the keypad. I yank open the door as Rowan trots to his car.
My mom’s in the living room, yawning, holding a camera. “Oh, it’s you. I thought it was the raccoons again.”
“And you were going to scare them off with a Nikon?”
“Of course not. I wanted a picture of them. This takes better night shots than my cell phone.”
Talk about a close call.
My mother thought she was catching raccoons on camera. She almost caught me acting like wildlife.
27
SNOW COUTURE
ISLA
Before the sun even rises, I wake with an iron focus. I need to work. To review bios from prospective clients. To plan dates in the new year. To work on my marketing material. So much to do, do, do.
I whip off the covers, ready to be the busiest bee before the competition starts later this morning. After grabbing my phone, I swipe it on so I can turn off the alarm before it blares.
Ha, I beat my alarm. I am Miss Determination.
I’m determined to make sure last night’s orgasm interruptus does not play on repeat in my mind all day long.
With the alarm silenced, I’m about to head into the bathroom to brush my teeth when I spot a text bubble from Rowan.
Rowan: It’s one in the morning. I can’t sleep. I’m replaying everything about this evening. Every single second, Isla. Every word, every sigh, every touch. And just to be clear—I’m done with other people. I won’t date anyone else when I want you this badly. If I even went on a platonic date with some other woman, the only thing going through my head would be the sounds you might make in bed. Tonight, I got a taste of those sounds. I want the full meal.