Wild The Complete Series – Wild Attraction, Wild Temptation, Wild Addiction (Wild #0.5-2) Read Online Emma Hart

Categories Genre: Alpha Male, Bad Boy, Contemporary, Erotic Tags Authors: Series: Wild Series by Emma Hart
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Total pages in book: 210
Estimated words: 203847 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 1019(@200wpm)___ 815(@250wpm)___ 679(@300wpm)
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“Okay. I’ll go find them. Will you wait here?”

“No, I think I’m going to head home. Say bye to everyone for me, will you?”

He nods and runs a hand through his hair. “Sure.” He bends down and presses a kiss to my cheek. “I miss you at work, you know?”

Not enough to fuck me.

Still, I smile. “I miss you, too, but we all have to move on at some point, right? We can’t do something or stay somewhere just because it makes us comfortable.”

“Too true. Take care of yourself, Liv.”

“You, too.”

I watch as he walks away from me, the thought it could be the last time I see him twisting in my lower stomach. Yes, I have a huge crush on the guy, but he’s still my friend. I’ll definitely have to stop by the bar when I have a night off to say hi to everyone.

I sigh and run my finger around the top of my glass. My eyes close to the pounding music. My foot is tapping beneath the table, and for a moment I just sit and listen to the words as they flow over me.

The table moves slightly and I open my eyes, expecting it to be Jackson again or one of the girls.

It’s not.

Oh, boy, it’s not.

Sitting in front of me is an incredible specimen of a man. No, never mind that. Sitting in front of me is the hottest fucking guy I’ve ever seen in my life.

He gives definition to tall, dark, and handsome. From the dark hair swept back and curling over his ears to eyes I can’t make out the color of, he’s completely fucking gorgeous.

I’m mesmerized by him.

Shapely lips quirk to one side as he appraises me in the same manner, and he sits forward in his seat, running his thumb across his jaw. “Hi.”

Is that—“Hi.”

He motions to my empty glass. “Can I get you a drink?”

Holy fuck, yes it is. It’s a British accent.

Goodbye, panties. See you on the other side… of his bed.

I look at it and up to him. Maybe another is on the cards after all. I lick my lips and meet his eyes. “Sauvignon, please.”

He winks and grabs my glass. I watch as he walks to the bar, confidence radiating off him. It’s like an aura around him. He’s shit hot and he knows it, but he’s not arrogant about it.

Okay, the way he leans against the bar and shoots a panty-melting smile at the girl working it is kind of arrogant, but it’s that sexy arrogant.

I’d probably be a little arrogant if I had an ass that tight, to be honest. His jeans fit him perfectly, not too tight and not too baggy… just enough that I can see the curve of his ass. And watch it. Yep. Oh boy am I watching it.

He turns and I find myself staring at his zipper instead. If only I was telekinetic, that bitch would be undone right about now.

I let my eyes linger there for a moment longer before trawling them up his body. I’m staring, unashamed, and I don’t give a shit. My brazenness is fueled by wine and hormones. A lot of.

His blue and yellow checkered shirt hugs his waist and stretches over his shoulders. His sleeves are rolled to just below his elbow, but the material is tight enough I can see his biceps flexing as he sets down our drinks.

He sits, smirking, and leans back in his chair. “Good night?”

“It got better when you showed up,” I reply, taking my glass and sipping.

His smirk grows, just a little. “A woman who speaks her mind. It must be my lucky night.”

Keep talking and it will be, honey. “Depends how you define lucky.”

His eyes flash with something I can’t put my finger on, and he leans forward on the table once more. He cups his chin and rubs his thumb over his bottom lip as he studies me.

My eyes fall to his mouth. He has the kind of lips I wouldn’t mind kissing all day—plump, pink, soft-looking. The kind of lips that could cause some damage…

He stands and walks around the table to me. Taking my hands, he pulls me up to stand. His eyes search mine, and he steps forward, bringing our bodies closer.

“Do you dance?” he asks, his voice low.

I tilt my head back to meet his eyes. “Do you?”

His lips curve enticingly, and he wraps an arm around my waist. His hand on the small of my back, he jerks me against him and lowers his mouth to my ear. “You show me your moves, and I’ll show you mine. How’s that for a deal, babe?”

“Sounds fun.” I hook my finger in one of his belt loops and step back, tugging him with me. “Come on, then.”

We walk up the stairs to the dance floor, my fingers linked around his so we don’t get separated. It’s darker and louder than downstairs and there are bodies everywhere.


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