Total pages in book: 103
Estimated words: 97875 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 489(@200wpm)___ 392(@250wpm)___ 326(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 97875 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 489(@200wpm)___ 392(@250wpm)___ 326(@300wpm)
“You going to let me be your boyfriend, Skylar?”
A smile flirted around the corners of her rain-slickened mouth, softening the fact that she didn’t say yes without hesitation. “I need more information. Can you tell me what that relationship will look like?”
“I can tell you what I want it to look like.”
She pursed her lips. “That’ll do.”
“Okay.” Robbie crossed his wrists behind his back and circled in a slow pace around the girl of his dreams, trying not to get distracted by the delicate line of her neck, her wet shoulders. Or the fact that he could see her panties through the sodden material of her skirt. That tight curve of her ass. He ignored the long, hot tug between his legs and focused. “Once playoffs are over, I have some time off. I’d like to spend all of it with you.”
She flicked him a wide-eyed look over her shoulder. “All of it?”
“That’s what I said.” Too much? Oh well. He was in a magical forest with a girl who had doubts about him and honesty was the only way to fix that. “I want to go to your games and watch you pitch. I want to take you on millions of dates. I can’t believe I haven’t even been to your apartment yet. I want to see it. And I want my own side of the bed. Actually, fuck that. We’ll both sleep in the middle.” He took a fortifying breath. “I’m probably only going to make it a week before introducing you to my parents. Is it weird I want to show you where I grew up? I don’t know. I need you to know me. I’ve never wanted anyone to know me so fucking bad and like what they see.”
He’d circled back around to the front of Skylar now and found her looking as winded as he felt. Winded but strong, as if that made any sense. “I’m worried I’m making you change for me. I’m worried you’ll resent me after a while.”
“Resent you?” Surprise hastened Robbie forward, and he took her face in his hands, brushing away raindrops with his thumbs. “Skylar. Look at me. You’re not changing me. You reminded me who I always wanted to be. Did you kick me in the ass? Yeah. Good. The best things in life kick you in the ass. And God, you are the best thing in this life. The best thing.” Realizing he was shouting, Robbie dropped his forehead to Skylar’s and rolled it side to side, lowering his voice to a rasp. “Forget the other guy and be my girlfriend. Please.”
He groaned out loud when she slid her fingers into his hair. “I had no idea you were so romantic,” she whispered. “That was really, really romantic.”
That encouragement kicked the rest of his walls down and all the corny thoughts in his head came pouring out. “You haven’t seen anything yet. I propose we get those bracelets you touch when you’re thinking about your significant other and theirs lights up, no matter how far away they are. So if I’m in Montreal and you’re in Boston . . . basically your bracelet is going to stay continuously lit.”
“I’ve already forgotten the other guy,” she blurted.
Robbie’s heart nearly detached itself, it started pounding so furiously. “Yeah?”
“Yeah.”
They were both laughing when he swooped in and caught her mouth in a kiss, but their mirth didn’t last. It was eclipsed within seconds by lust so rough around the edges, he knew every sexual encounter from his past had been half-hearted, lackluster in comparison to what this person could do to him with a snap of her fingers. Hunger drove into his lower body like a Formula 1 car taking a curve, his cock full and aching, as if he hadn’t fucked her twice already in the last twenty-four hours. Being inside this girl twice was laughably not enough. No number of times would ever be enough, but maybe somewhere around the ten thousand mark, he’d have taken the edge off?
Doubtful.
“I hate to break this to you, Skylar,” Robbie said through his teeth, his hands creeping beneath her skirt to take those juicy cheeks in his hands, kneading them. “But we’re probably going to end up canceling a lot of our dates.”
Her head fell back as he attacked her neck, love biting every inch or so on his journey to her ear while she shivered against him. “Hmm. W-why?”
He gathered her panties in his fist, turning them into a thong and using the material to quickly yank her up onto her toes. “Because you’ve got this hot little slit between your thighs and I can’t seem to keep myself out of it.”
Skylar’s eyes glazed over, her breaths beginning to sound more like gasps. “Maybe I don’t want you to.”
Robbie was already unzipping his jeans. “Maybe there’s no way I could. How about that?”