Total pages in book: 63
Estimated words: 59767 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 299(@200wpm)___ 239(@250wpm)___ 199(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 59767 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 299(@200wpm)___ 239(@250wpm)___ 199(@300wpm)
I grin at him but go inside without further comment. I use my back to close my door and take a deep breath as I look down at the woman who I am completely gone for. “Finally, we’re away from the circus.”
She lets out a laugh. “I think circus is an understatement.”
I slowly lower her to her feet, leaning into her and pressing my lips against the curve of her neck, before moving close to her ear. “You’re driving me crazy, Georgie,” I whisper. “I want you so fucking much. I know that was ugly out there, but I’m not playing with you, baby.”
“I think I’m starting to believe that,” she confesses.
“Thank God,” I exhale releasing some of the tension I’ve been feeling.
I watch as she looks around the room, her nose crinkling up adorably. “This is your room?”
“Well, I’ve basically just gotten into town. I’m not sure you can call it my room,” I tell her at once.
“You guys need a good house cleaner,” she grumbles, walking over to the table that’s housing a huge television and raking her finger through the dust.
This was probably the old president’s room. I’m not much on having a television in the bedroom. I will be doing other things with my woman in this room, but it works for the movie night I promised her. I’m not going to lie, though. I’m hoping I can convince her to surrender to the fire that is burning between us.
“The girls in the club are supposed to clean and cook to earn their money and a roof over their heads,” I explain, rubbing the back of my neck. I’m hesitant to even bring that up after the run in with Daisy in the hall.
“I would have figured they were earning their keeps on their backs,” she mutters under her breath. I probably shouldn’t but I smile.
“I wouldn’t know, but I do know things are going to have to change now that I’m here.”
“Daisy is a bimbo who is obviously lacking more than a few brain cells, but she’s not wrong Griffin. This town has never accepted me, and your men won’t either. Heck a couple already don’t,” she tells me sounding dejected.
“Baby, I’m a grown ass man—”
“Griffin, I’m not even sure I want them to accept me. I’m not part of this world. I like you—”
“Just like?” I prod, needing her to admit to what is between us.
She shakes her head but gives me a tiny smile. “I like you a lot,” she says, shaking her head. “But having my boyfriend—”
“I’m not a fucking boy. I’ve claimed you as my old lady, Georgia. You may not understand how big that is. I thought I explained it but let me just remind you again if you don’t get it. In my world, declaring you as my old lady is like standing in front of a preacher in yours and saying I do.”
I watch as shock hits her, but she shakes it off and crosses her arms looking at me. “Well, sorry, Griffy, but I don’t exactly want my husband in a world where he works in what essentially is the set of a seventies porn movie minus the pizza delivery guy and the women having hairy hoo-hahs!”
I stare at her in shock, then I lean into her with my shoulder, packing her over it and walking to the bed. I toss her on the bed and grin as she looks up at me like I’m a crazy man and I guess I am. Since meeting Georgia, the whole world has gone crazy, making me feel alive in a way I never have in my life.
I pin her down on the bed, using the weight of my body as I straddle her, letting my knees sink into the mattress, taking my weight. I pull her hands above her head, capturing both her wrists in one hold. I use my free hand to push her hair from her face and gently cup the side of her face. “I love this fire inside of you, Georgie,” I purr, so turned on that every breath I take feels heavy in my lungs.
“Griff …” Her voice is a cross between a plea and a whimper of need, doing nothing to cool my desire.
I kiss her then, not able to stop myself even if my life depended on it. The minute her lips part, I thrust my tongue inside, ravaging her mouth with an intensity that is probably scaring the hell out of her, but I can’t stop it. Our tongues dance together, as I claim her in the most basic of ways. I will own her mouth, and then the rest of her body. I won’t stop until I hear her sweet voice admitting that she belongs to me. Right now, that’s the only thing I want in this world.