Total pages in book: 91
Estimated words: 83800 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 419(@200wpm)___ 335(@250wpm)___ 279(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 83800 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 419(@200wpm)___ 335(@250wpm)___ 279(@300wpm)
I pull a cover-up over my head and leave my room, yelping when I run into a very warm, very solid chest.
"Shit," I mutter, pulling my face back from Robert's chest. For some reason, my hands stay on his bare chest even when I take a half step back.
I look up, a little enthralled by the sparkle in his eyes as he grins down at me.
"Ready?" he asks, unconcerned about my hands on his skin.
"So ready," I say, my words too breathy to ignore.
His smile widens a second before he takes a step back. "After you."
I've never felt more put on the spot than I do right now as I traverse the stairs. I’m doing my best to look sexy without making it look like I'm trying too hard, all the while making sure I don't make a fool of myself and tumble forward.
Chapter 14
Rooster
My intention was never to scare her or have her press nearly her entire body against me, but I also can't say that I'm sad that I did.
Her reluctance to pull her hand back was very similar to what happened the first night she came here, and that shit had been stuck in my head for days.
I still have a blister on my foot for how many miles I had to walk and run while fighting the urge to be a pervert and jack off to thoughts of it.
I don't know how many fucking miles I'll have to spend on that damn thing now that she has done it a second time.
Now, watching her walk down the stairs in front of me, the hint of her two-piece bathing suit showing through her nearly see-through cover-up is enough that I can imagine it being a sexy negligee.
I pull my eyes away when I realize my swim trunks are getting a little tighter than I'd be able to explain once we get outside.
"I'm going to grab some drinks," I tell her, stopping by the fridge in the den as a distraction. "Want anything?"
"Is there diet in there?"
"Yep," I say, leaning forward a little too exaggeratedly, but I need the cold air to wash over me and help with my rising situation.
I pull out two drinks, and my body threatens to put me right back where it was when I catch her staring at my ass.
"Thank you," she says, holding her hand out for the drink rather than apologizing after being caught.
"Very welcome," I tell her before walking around her to open the back door, holding it for her to walk through.
"It's so nice out here," she says. "I've always loved Vegas weather."
"Not bad for early November," I say as we inch closer to the hot tub.
I take a step past her once we get there, needing to be fully submerged in the water before she pulls off that cover-up.
I give Heathen a nod as I take the spot right across from him, leaving the last spot for Morgan to sit beside her friend.
I can't help but wish I were out here alone with her like we were the first time, but maybe the extra company is for the best.
This woman drives me absolutely insane, and there has never been another time in my life when a woman I was attracted to had such easy access to me and vice versa. I haven't determined if this is a good thing or if it's a recipe for disaster.
I keep my eyes across the yard, focusing on the pool as Morgan pulls her cover-up off.
I turn my head further away, giving her a little privacy when she takes a few steps into the water. When she settles into her spot, I pull my eyes back.
They land on Heathen, and I find the man glaring at me, eyes slightly narrowed as if he's trying to figure out what is going on. If I'm lucky, he won't call me out right in front of her, but I don't know the man well enough yet to know which way he'll go.
Morgan and Kaylee begin to chatter about a mutual acquaintance. I keep my eyes locked on my teammate, feeling like if I look away, it would be some admission of guilt. I've done nothing wrong, but it still doesn't stop the urge to explain to this man that I haven't done anything wrong.
"Arrested?" Morgan says. "For what?"
"Stealing from the store, and believe it or not, Mr. Gillis was the one who pressed charges," Kaylee says.
"I thought he was the one who could do no wrong?" Morgan says.
"Apparently, that's no longer the case. From what one of the girls from my old job told me, Derrick had the nerve to call Mr. Gillis to bail him out once he was processed."
"I never liked that guy," Morgan mutters, her hands floating over the water as if she likes the sensation of the bubbles on her palms.