Total pages in book: 210
Estimated words: 203847 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 1019(@200wpm)___ 815(@250wpm)___ 679(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 203847 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 1019(@200wpm)___ 815(@250wpm)___ 679(@300wpm)
“I have to go away for another shoot this week,” Tyler says, breaking our silence.
“Oh.” My heart sinks. “Where to?”
“Down to California. Santa Barbara. Where you shot last time?”
I nod.
“Come with me.” He stops and stands in front of me. “You have Day’s hen party in L.A. this weekend. My shoot is on Friday. We can stay over until Saturday. Then I’ll fly to Vegas and meet Aaron for his stag party.”
“Really? You’ll let me come with you?”
He nods and brings me in for a kiss. “Just…don’t run out mid-shoot again, okay?”
I open my mouth and close it again. “You might have to tie my legs together to guarantee that.”
“Can’t do that. I like them open too much,” he teases.
I bat his chest and walk again. “You’re so bad,” I sigh.
“I’m sorry,” he says, resting an arm over my shoulders. “What would you like to talk about?”
“I don’t know. The time you bashed your pantry door in, maybe?” I glance at him.
His jaw ticks, and I smile. I nudge his side with my elbow, and he grumbles his sister’s name.
“She’s such a cow,” he mutters.
“Cow? Are you Brit-talking me again?”
“Would you like me to Brit-talk you?”
“You’re changing the subject.”
“You mentioned the Brit-talking.”
“I asked you if you were. It wasn’t an invitation to Brit-talk me.”
“Bollocks,” he whispers in my ear. “Knob. Trousers. Knickers.”
“Say ‘knickers’ again.”
“Knickers,” he whispers, his breath seemingly hotter this time.
“That’s the sexiest damn word in existence.”
“Knickersknickersknickers!” he says louder.
I clap my hand over his mouth and laugh. “Hey, don’t go shouting that shit. I don’t want every girl here getting excited over your Brit-talk. That’s mine. You hear that, Tyler Stone? Your Brit-speak is mine.”
“Just my Brit-speak? I’m offended, my little American bitch.”
“You and your Brit-speak are mine.” I reach up and kiss him. He drops his arm to my waist and pulls me closer.
He drops his arm to my waist and pulls me closer. “Good,” he murmurs. “As long as you know that.”
“Me? You’re the one who needs to know it, shouting ‘knickers’ all over the place!”
His grin turns playful. “Watch it or I’ll have all these girls wanting to drop their knickers for me.”
I roll my eyes. “That ego.” I step from his arms and walk along the pier.
I rest my forearms against the railing and close my eyes against the gentle breeze. It’s noisy from the restaurant just behind us, but the sound of the wind drowns most of it out into a dull buzz.
My lips curve into the light chill, and I tilt my head back slightly. My hair teases around my cheeks, and I sigh happily.
Warmth covers my back, and two elbows rest alongside mine. Tyler’s mouth brushes along my cheek.
“You’re beautiful.” His words are a whisper but seem like a scream to me.
I run my fingers down his arm to where he’s holding his camera. Without saying a word, he tilts it so I can see the screen and brings up his last pictures. They’re of me leaning here, looking out at the water.
He rests his chin on my shoulder. “See? Beautiful. I could watch you do nothing all day.”
My lips twitch. “That would get boring after a while.”
“No.” His mouth touches my jaw. “Believe me. It’s not boring at all. I watch you even when you think I’m not. I can’t help myself. I have to know the exact curve of your jaw, the flutter of your eyelashes, the shape of your lips, the shade of your eyes. I have to know and I have to remember it, because when you’re not there, the memory is all I have.”
I lift my arm and curve my fingers around his neck from the front. “At least the memory can’t talk back.”
“Baby girl, the memories of you have nothing on the real thing.”
My heart pounds with his words. The honesty in them is overwhelming—and too much. Way too much.
“Who knew a sex addict could be so romantic?”
“And who knew a love addict would be the one to break the moment?” he teases right back, his chest vibrating with laughter.
I look back at him with a smile. “Come on, crazy stalker Brit. I need food.”
“Worked up an appetite, have you?” He tucks his camera back inside his bag.
“Yeah. Pulling all that plastic off those chairs was hard work, you know?”
He smacks my butt and grabs my hand right after. “Bitch.”
I grin.
“This is such a covert mission. I seriously feel like we’re back in high school.”
“Shut up and just do it, okay?”
“I’m not the one doing anything!” Dayton gives me a firm look and walks into the store.
I slink down in the seat of the car and nibble my thumbnail. My eyes focus on the door like a predator stalking its prey. My foot is tapping repeatedly against the floor.
I mean, hell. She’s right. This is so fucking high school.