Total pages in book: 121
Estimated words: 115308 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 577(@200wpm)___ 461(@250wpm)___ 384(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 115308 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 577(@200wpm)___ 461(@250wpm)___ 384(@300wpm)
I didn’t know this woman. She’d shoved Maia. There were probably camera phones coming out as we stood there. Wondering how to extricate myself as quickly as possible, I didn’t have time to figure it out. She was not so gently thrust aside.
By a seriously pissed-off Maia. “Do you know her?”
I shook my head, worried about where this was going.
Maia turned to the blond who staggered to right herself. “You do not touch strangers without their permission. You do not shove me, and you do not touch him.”
“Fuck,” the blond whined, stumbling. “Shorry. Jusht a Caley fan is all.” She turned away to start dancing again.
I tried not to smile as Maia gaped at me. “Do you have to deal with that all the time?”
In answer, I wrapped my arm around her waist and drew her against me. “It comes with the territory.”
Maia rested her palms on my chest, her violet eyes wide with concern. “No, Bear. It shouldn’t. People don’t get to touch you unless you want them to.”
“As sweet as that is, My, I’m six foot five and built like a brick shithouse. I can take care of myself. Promise.” I leaned down to say quietly in her ear, “Do I have permission to touch you like I would if we were really together?”
The sound of her breath catching went straight to my dick.
I felt her nod and then heard her whispered yes.
Anticipation thrummed through me as I brushed my lips against the side of her neck. Then another and another until her head fell back to let me kiss her throat. Her fingers curled into my T-shirt, and I felt the shiver that rippled through her.
Oh fuck.
Sliding my hands down her waist, I cupped her arse and began to sway my hips to the music. Lifting my head from her throat, Maia met my heated gaze as she met the beat with her own hips. Abruptly, my mind flashed to her riding me, her cheeks flushed, her lips parted on cries of pleasure as our hips met, grinding together, me thrusting up into her.
All the hot blood coursing through my body traveled south.
Her lips parted as my hardness became evident.
“Fuck. Couldn’t help it. But I can back off,” I forced out gruffly.
Her eyes grew hooded and she shook her head, pressing deeper into me as she slid a hand around my nape. “Damage control,” she whispered before she pulled my head toward her.
As our lips met, I squeezed her arse and groaned into the kiss as she whimpered. Her tongue touched mine and I swear I exploded into a raging fire. I let go of her arse to cup the back of her head, to hold her to me so I could kiss her like she was my next breath. Everything about this woman was right. The taste, the feel, the smell. She was my match. The missing fucking piece.
Unbelievably, she kissed me back with the same hunger, the same desperation I felt.
It was wet and sexual and undeniably the best fucking kiss of my life.
I was vaguely aware of wolf-whistling, but it was the hard smack on my back that had me reluctantly releasing Maia. She panted for breath, her lips swollen, her lipstick smudged, cheeks flushed, eyes bright with arousal.
Bloody hell.
I turned to glare at the intruder and found Callan grinning at me.
“You two are going to get us kicked out.”
“Facts.” Beth pushed into his side, pretty eyes dancing with laughter. “I’m surprised Maia isn’t pregnant from that kiss.”
Before I could let that go to my head, Callan’s expression transformed to something more serious as he leaned in. “A lot of cameras on you, mate.”
Shit. I looked up and found Callan was right. A bunch of clubbers were filming us. I nodded at my friend and protectively pulled Maia closer. Callan and Beth melted away into the crowd on my periphery. I only saw My.
Her fingers moved over my mouth. “Lipstick,” she explained as she wiped it off.
“I’m going to need a minute before you step back.” My voice was hoarse with need.
“Oh.” She bit her lower lip with a shy understanding that was so sexy, I was pretty sure I was never getting out of the club without a hard-on.
“Just try not to …” I waved a hand, palm out, over her face. “Be you, right now.”
Maia let out a bark of laughter. “What am I supposed to be?”
“Not so bloody gorgeous inside and out,” I grumbled.
“Hmm.” She let go of me but didn’t move away. Instead, she stuck her fingers inside her cheeks, pulled her mouth apart, and stuck out her tongue as she cocked her eyes.
It was my turn to laugh in surprise. “What the fuck are you doing?”
She waggled her tongue at me.
“Weirdly, that isn’t helping my situation.”
Maia dropped her hands but only to lean into me as she cackled with laughter, her tits pressing into me.