Total pages in book: 27
Estimated words: 24931 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 125(@200wpm)___ 100(@250wpm)___ 83(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 24931 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 125(@200wpm)___ 100(@250wpm)___ 83(@300wpm)
With Saxon…
I can’t stop replaying the events of last night. The way his eyes burned into mine as he entered me, taking me for my very first time while I lay on his bike. The way he was so tenderly dominant. The way he took my innocence so gently and had me feeling like it was always him who was meant to do it.
And then this morning…
The way he instantly got to his feet when Roxy showed up at his door, clearly upset by her arrival and trying his best to shield me from their drama.
“I only want you.” His words echo through my mind, vibrating through my veins and bones, burrowing deep into my core. I can still feel the stretch from when he entered me. That slight sting of pain from when he claimed me. And the overwhelming bliss from when he brought me to climax.
What an incredible man.
He’s more than I ever could have imagined.
I take a breath and try and focus on the empty glasses in front of me. George just stepped out back for a smoke break, leaving me to fill the orders he’d normally handle. But my mind is overflowing with thoughts of Saxon…
…his callused hands as they moved across my body, the way his lips felt when he pressed them against mine. It’s like we were built for each other.
But will I ever see him again?
I felt truly defended when he sent Roxy away. I felt protected. And when he lay back down on me and looked me in the eyes and told me he only wanted me, I believed him.
But how can I truly know?
I caught a glimpse of Roxy’s reflection in the window when I was pretending to be asleep. She’s got a definite bad girl look to her, but she’s very pretty. There are definitely plenty of guys out there who would be happy to make her theirs. And she and Saxon have history. How am I supposed to compete with that?
“Hey, did that beer end up on Mars or something?” an annoyed voice, like metal on metal, calls out from beside me. I glance three stools down and see Rick, a regular who likes to really knock ‘em back, glaring at me with bloodshot eyes.
Sighing, I grab him a Budweiser from the fridge and set it down on the counter in front of him with a clink. “Here you go. Back from outer space,” I say, forcing a half-smile. Rick grumbles something under his breath as I turn away.
And that’s when it happens.
The door opens, and Saxon steps into the bar like a storm. The entire atmosphere changes instantly. The dull chatter of conversation fades, and the tension rises as every eye in the place lands on him. His enormous body fills the frame as he stands there, dark and dangerous, his leather jacket stretched tight across his broad, sculpted shoulders. My heart skips a beat, and I could swear the playlist does too.
His eyes find me instantly.
I swallow hard as my heart rate skyrockets.
Why am I nervous right now? It’s not like we haven’t seen each other naked…and then some. But telling myself that doesn’t help. The intensity in his gaze is fierce and makes it impossible for me to look away. I can’t even pretend to be unaffected by his presence. He looks at me like I’m the only woman in the world, sending a shiver of heat through me that starts at my toes.
He walks over, each step landing like he’s moving in slow motion, his boots thudding heavily against the old, worn-out floor. I swear I can feel him, yet he’s not even touching me. The space around us seems to shrink as he closes in on me and leans up against the bar.
“Whiskey. Neat,” he says, his voice gravelly and rough, like he’s been saving up his voice all day just for me.
I nod quickly, embarrassing myself as my breath catches in my throat. I feel the heat from his body again, radiating toward me, almost suffocating me like he’s a massive furnace drawing all the air from the room.
My hand is trembling as I grab the bottle and pour him a glass.
Why am I so nervous?
“Thanks,” he says simply as I slide it across the bar to him, his eyes fixed on mine. Strong. Unwavering.
I try to calm down, willing myself to breathe normally. But it’s not working. It’s nearly impossible when he’s right up on me like this, bringing back too many memories of last night…of this morning.
“Busy tonight?” he asks, his tone low, almost like he’s teasing and already knows the answer. The glint in his eye causes a funny feeling to rise between my legs.
“I’ve got some glasses to scrub,” I reply, unable to fully maintain eye contact. “Other than that? No.”