Total pages in book: 53
Estimated words: 48632 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 243(@200wpm)___ 195(@250wpm)___ 162(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 48632 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 243(@200wpm)___ 195(@250wpm)___ 162(@300wpm)
“Are you sure you don’t want me to walk you up?” Matthew asks, sliding into a parking spot right in front of the apartment. Never before have I gotten this close at any time of day or night. Yet the parking gods are working in his favor, and today, with my heavy bags, I’ll take the luck. And with a day like today, even more so.
“I won’t be but a few minutes.” I know it’s bothering him that I won’t let him carry up my bags, but it will literally take me less than five minutes. I’ll be in and out, have the groceries put away fairly quickly, and then go into my room, where I keep my cash squirreled away. The cash I earn in tips from Twisted Oak, as well as the cleaning company, doesn’t go to the bank. It goes in a sealed bag, taped beneath a few drawers throughout my room. I even have one beneath the box spring. I learned my lesson after the last situation at my old place. And while Mischa and Liv have never given me a reason to question my trust in them, I’m not one to take chances.
“Alright, I’ll ask Colt if your car made it to his shop while you do your thing. Call me, and if you’re not back within fifteen minutes, I’m coming up.” Matthew isn’t handling my tires being flat very well and has been exceptionally quiet on the short ride to my apartment. I get it, my own stomach is doing a topsy turvy, going through every scenario possible at what it could mean.
“Okay, I probably won’t take that long. Do you by chance know about how much new tires are going to run me?” I’d much rather not walk around with more cash than necessary.
“Probably around five hundred or so. Colt will give you a deal on mounting and balancing them. The tires itself is what will cost the most.” I swallow down the lump in the back of my throat. There goes a class at the community college when I’m finally able to use my real credentials.
“Thanks. I might not have said that yet, or enough. To be honest, everything feels kind of jumbled right now, but I want you to know I’m really grateful.” My seatbelt is already off, and I’m facing him now with one leg crossed beneath the other.
“Kitten, you’ve thanked me, apologized to me. The only appreciation I ever need or want is the knowledge that you’ll call me when you’re in a situation like this. Now, you want to show me even more, you can let me finally get a taste of your lips.” My spine tingles, and goose bumps cover every surface of my skin. The slight nod I give Matthew is the only answer he needs.
His hand cups my neck, and with some guidance, he pulls me in close, I willingly follow. The minute his soft lips land on mine, my eyes close. A soft moan escapes me, a spark igniting with each brush of his mouth whispering against mine. Matthew coaxes more out of me. For a second, I’m not sure what to do with my hands, until I feel his fingers gently massaging my flesh while the other one does something similar to my hip.
“Open for me, kitten. Slide your tongue along mine.” Matthew’s voice turns needy, much like my body is for him. I’m up on my knees, hovering above the center console, and my hands move to his shoulders as I do exactly as he says. The kiss turns from soft and sweet to dangerously hot in less than a minute. Suddenly, I’m aware of everything: our mingling breaths, our strokes matching one another, and our hands itching to do a heck of a lot more than holding on to the other.
Matthew pulls back, causing the spark he’d only just lit to slowly fade. It’s probably for the best, but that doesn’t mean I have to like it.
“I knew you’d be addictive,” he admits, nostrils flaring and lips wet from our kiss. I’m tempted to dip my head and tuck my hair behind my ear, except I don’t want to miss the look that’s on his handsome face.
“Yeah.” Words aren’t easy to come by, but luckily, Matthew doesn’t hold it against me.
“You'd better get in your apartment, Letty. If not, I’m liable to do a whole fuck of a lot more where your neighbors can see everything I want to do to you.” His words have the opposite effect. My nipples pebble, my core aches, and my panties are drenched.
“Okay, I’ll be fast.” I take a leap of faith and press my lips against his for a moment before backing away. My butt meets the passenger seat, then my hand gathers the bags while the other opens the door. My eyes look at Matthew. There’s one thing about hearing what I do to this strong man, it’s another entirely getting to see it for myself with my own eyes. Which is why I’m glued to the package he has pressed beneath the dark denim wash of his jeans.