Not Ready To Fall by Sophie Monroe Read Free Book Online Page B

it's been a very long day and I have to be at the office early."
    Heading to my bedroom, I stripped out of my skirt and took my top off as I walked down the hall making sure he got a good view before slamming the bedroom door shut. Two can play at this game.
    JACK
    Score! She gave up with much less of a fight than I was expecting. In truth, I thought I was going to have to resort to my caveman skills and drag her along for the ride. Then I had to control myself as I watched her do a mini striptease walking down the hall. Fuck me. She had on thigh highs with garters. Double fuck me. Her perfect ass sashayed before turning the corner and I heard the door slam. I needed to keep it in my pants. At least for the time being.
    She came out wearing a white t-shirt, jean skirt and flip flops looking like she could be on the cover of a magazine. My heart sped up. She grabbed her purse and stood by the door waiting for me to leave so she could lock up. It was an almost two-hour drive to where we were going and I had just enough time to get us there before the sun would start to set.
    I headed to the passenger side of my truck and opened the door watching as she climbed in. Her skirt hiking up even further up her thigh. Her perfect long, tanned legs were their own work of art. She still didn't look very happy, as she buckled and crossed her arms over her chest. I had hurried to the driver's side before she had a chance to make a run for it. The Denali's diesel engine roared to life. I pulled out and put it in drive, hitting the accelerator and throwing us back in our seats. A small smile played on her lips and just as quickly her mask was back. I wanted to reach over and place my hand on her thigh so bad. Instead, I death gripped the shifter and kept my eyes on the road.
    She reached to the dash and turned the radio up, before turning her attention out the window. I wasn't going to tell her where we were going, but she'd find out soon enough. I had been up all night thinking of what I wanted to do to make it a special night and try and win some of her trust back. All the supplies I needed were hidden safely in the back of the cab. I grinned.
    What she didn't know is I made a mix CD for the ride. The first song was, Black Stone Cherry's All I'm Dreaming Of. I kept sneaking glances at her as she soaked in the lyrics. The more I thought about it, I was going to lose her before either of us ever gave it a fair chance. She was everything that I wanted, more than that she was exactly what I needed. I wasn't so sure I was going to be able to be what she needed though. As much as I wanted to change my ways, I loved my life. I was beyond torn. Everything felt better when she was by my side. Even when she was on my mind, I was happier. It hit me like I'd never been hit before. Out of the blue, unexpected, and all around life altering. Could I really take the leap?
    The next song was Dierks Bentley Hurt Somebody. She sat and played with a fray at the bottom of her skirt. My hand with a mind of its own reached over and onto hers. Her small hands were so soft and delicate compared to my large, calloused ones. I waited for her to react. Instead, she just stilled. The miles flew by as the warm summer air blew her hair around. The smell of her shampoo filling the space. The song switched to Florida Georgia Line's Like You Ain't Even Gone and she finally turned to look at me. She seemed like she was hesitating saying something, then her mouth closed and she turned her attention back out the window. My heart sank. I was fucked. She was already gone.
     
    CHARLOTTE
    For some reason, whether I was just exhausted or over emotional, I felt on the verge of tears. Why did he have to be so complicated? His hand in mine, us together made so much sense. He fought it so hard that my walls were back in place. It wasn't going to be an easy thing for him to knock them down again.
    "Jack," I paused. He looked over at me intently between looking at the road. "This isn't