Total pages in book: 95
Estimated words: 88587 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 443(@200wpm)___ 354(@250wpm)___ 295(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 88587 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 443(@200wpm)___ 354(@250wpm)___ 295(@300wpm)
She was hanging back as I led her, but not actually trying to break free. And every time I checked over my shoulder and caught her eye, I could see that heat flaring for a second before she looked away. She wants to. But she doesn’t want to want to. The idea of that had me rock-hard in my jeans.
I grabbed a couple of bottles of beer from the bartender and then turned and pressed the cool glass into her hand as we reached a dark corner. Before she could argue, I clinked our bottles together and glugged some of mine back. She lifted her bottle too and suddenly I was lost, my eyes locked on her soft lips as they nuzzled the hard mouth of the bottle. Fuck! What was it about her? Every other woman here was trying to get me to look at her and I couldn’t take my eyes off this one.
I moved closer, our bodies almost touching.
I wanted to know everything about her. I wanted to know whether anyone had ever massaged warm oil into those amazing breasts and what noises she made when she came. I especially wanted to know whether, under that dark denim, there was a little patch of that copper hair waiting for me between her thighs or if she was more of a dark brown. But I had to be patient. I had to start slow. “So why surgery?” I asked.
She blinked at me, confused for a second, but that was an answer in itself. She can’t imagine doing anything else. She loved it, the way I love the chaos of the ER. “Medical family?” I asked. Medicine runs in families a lot. My dad and granddad were both docs in Belfast. Hell, I would have been, if I hadn’t met Chrissy and come to the US.
Beckett shook her head, her pinned-up copper hair catching the light. “But my dad was a biologist. He discovered all kinds of stuff about the internal anatomy of insects.” She did one of those adorable blushes. “He was... like me.”
“Smart?”
She blushed again, even though I’d meant it sincerely. “Weird.”
I frowned. If she was weird, it was a weird I liked. Maybe because she was so utterly different to anyone else I’d known. “You’re wasted up in the OR. You could save a lot of lives downstairs.”
“The ER scares the hell out of me,” she muttered, looking at the floor.
I leaned forward and put my lips to her ear. “But when you had to, you got in there and did it anyway. Rachel would be dead if not for you.”
She jerked her head up and I got the full effect of those glittering, pale blue eyes. What? What’d I say? I reran my words in my head. Rachel? Shit. How the hell had that happened? I never slipped up like that. I quickly changed the subject. “You should let your hair down.”
She touched her pinned up hair. “Oh. No, I don’t think—”
“I bet it’d look amazing down.” I’d started this as a way to change the subject but I was serious, I really did want to see it down. I came even closer and reached out a hand to grab her hair clip. She twisted her head. I reached from the other side. She twisted again. “Beckett!”
I was only playing but it didn’t come out like playing at all. I was too fucking horny. It came out as a growl with a warning spank on the end as I hit that final t. She went utterly still, looking up at me with huge eyes. I gazed down at her, both of us breathing faster, and suddenly the mood changed completely. I’d been trying to get things back on track, to make this into a simple one-night stand. But I’d forgotten how strong this thing was. She only had to look at me like that and I was completely out of control.
I opened the hair clip. Her hair cascaded down in copper waves, spilling over her shoulders and midway down her back. It changed her whole look: she was wilder, more sexual. Freed. I’d never wanted to see a woman naked more.
Without thinking, I put my hand on her cheek. She was soft against me, her skin still cool from the night air but heating as she flushed. Her mouth worked as she tried to say something. My gaze locked on her lips again and I felt my eyes narrow. I was imagining the feel of those lips under mine, how it would feel to open and spread her, plunge my tongue between them and own her mouth. But I had just enough rational thought left to know that’d send her running. So I settled for running my thumb over her lips instead, both of us catching our breath as I touched that silken flesh for the first time.