Total pages in book: 30
Estimated words: 27551 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 138(@200wpm)___ 110(@250wpm)___ 92(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 27551 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 138(@200wpm)___ 110(@250wpm)___ 92(@300wpm)
I want to roll my eyes, but instead I start to blush. My family would say it’s all an act, but I’m not sure I’ve ever heard anything that made my heart hammer this hard. “I like that plan.” I’ve never been surer of anything in my life.
He sees my face and leans in, suddenly a little more serious. “Too fast?”
“Are you kidding?” I say, which buys me a second to reboot my brain. “It’s way the heck too fast, but I guess that’s my thing because I’m on board with it.”
He grins again, and I can’t help grinning back. He’s so damn hot, even when he’s being a dork. Especially then, honestly.
Then he says, “It’s fucking stupid to keep paying for that room when I’ve got plenty of space at my house.”
This is the part where I’m supposed to freak out, but honestly, it makes perfect sense. Silver Spoon Falls isn’t exactly crawling with hotel options, and my bank account has already started bleeding out.
I clear my throat and aim for casual. “You mean, like, move in?”
He doesn’t blink. “Yeah. I want you to move in with me more than I want my next breath.”
“Okay,” is all I’m able to get past my dry throat. I actually want the same thing. It’s crazy, but meeting Seth changed something in me, and I don’t ever want it to change back.
“Good,” he says, and the way he says it makes my stomach do a barrel roll. “I want you in my bed. Every night.”
This is real. This is happening. And for once in my life, I don’t want to run away from it.
We barely make it out of the office with all our clothes on. Seth grabs my hand like he’s afraid, and the second we’re in the parking lot, he crowds me up against the classic Mustang. The metal is still sun-hot, and it sears my bottom through my skirt, but I don’t care. His mouth is on my neck, his hands are everywhere, and we’re making out like horny teens behind the gym. I’m pretty sure one of his employees wolf-whistles from the shop door, but Seth just flips them off over his shoulder without breaking the kiss.
“We’re giving them quite a show today,” I pant when I finally manage to surface.
He doesn’t even pretend to feel bad. “They’ll just have to get used to it.” He runs his tongue along my collarbone, and I forget all about his employees and the show we’re giving.
We end up stumbling into the Mustang, and I spend the drive to the hotel half on his lap, his right hand glued to my thigh while he steers one-handed. He kisses my knuckles at every red light. It’s so freaking crazy, and I know my parents would have a stroke if they could see me now. Oh, freaking well. I’m living my life the way I want to, and they can just deal with it. Or not.
The Silver Spoon Inn rears up in front of us, all stately brick and old money attitude. The bellboy barely glances up from his phone as we sweep through the glass doors.
Seth’s hand stays glued to the small of my back, not even trying to be subtle about it. I know it’s part possessiveness, part muscle memory from all the places he’s had his hands on me in the last twenty-four hours. The hotel AC blasts us with a wall of recycled, way-too-scented air. The desk clerk—the same one from yesterday with the fuchsia lipstick—is already watching us, waving as Seth steers me toward the elevator.
We ride up in charged silence. I’m grateful it’s just us. His hand never leaves my waist, and I’m ready to jump his bones right this second.
At my room, I fumble with the keycard twice before finally getting the door to open. We walk in to find the place is pristine. Maid service has been through and made the bed up tighter than a drum. There’s a little chocolate perched on the pillow, and not a single hint that less than twelve hours ago, we tried out every available flat surface during our sex marathon.
“You’d never know,” Seth murmurs, voice low and rough, reading my mind.
“Yeah, unless you had a blacklight.” I giggle as I check the bedside table. The lamp I knocked over is upright and perfect. There’s even a fresh bottle of water tied off with a ribbon.
I pack in record time, shoving my outfits, laptop, and all my toiletries into my rolling suitcase. I double-check the bathroom just to make sure while Seth sits on the edge of the bed, arms folded, watching me with a very satisfied look on his chiseled face.
“You got everything?” he asks, voice soft but so sure.
I nod. “I travel light.” Lie of the century. I just didn’t think I’d have much room in my tiny crew cabin on the cruise ship, so I left most of my belongings in the storage room in the back of my brother’s garage.