Blindsided Read Online Free PDF

babe.”
    “Good grief. You really do think a lot of yourself, don’t you?” I glance at him and the way his dark hair curls over his forehead.
    The muscles in his arms flex as he runs alongside me and he’s barely breaking a sweat. And he looks good. Better than good.
    Damn hot is what my eyes are feasting on right now.
    “I only think what others say.” He winks.
    “Well, obviously.” I pick up the pace.
    “Tryna lose me, Leah?”
    “Now what gives you that idea?”
    “Your not-so-subtle speeding up.”
    “There’re brains as well as brawn. I’m impressed.”
    He laughs, the deep vibrations of it crawling over me. “I love your attitude.”
    I raise my eyebrows and lean against a tree to catch my breath. Wiping my forehead with the heel of my hand, I reply, “I don’t have an attitude.”
    “Oh you do.” His eyes grab mine, an amused smile making the corners crease, and he runs his fingers through his hair. “And that’s what makes you so damn attractive to me.”
    “My attitude?”
    “Yep.”
    “Shit. If I had known that, I wouldn’t have been nearly half as cocky as what I was when we met.” I sigh and stretch upward. “Or on Sunday night.”
    He smirks, and his blue-green eyes flick to the strip of skin revealed by my shirt sliding up my stomach. He moves forward, closing the space between us. His body is so close to mine that I can feel the hotness of it radiating from him, teasing my exposed skin.
    I drop my arms, looking up at him. Hell. If I took one tiny step forward, my front would be flush against his and he’d sure as hell be able to feel the little hop-skip-jump dance my heart is taking up.
    Corey places his hand on the tree, barely a breath away from the top of my head, and I force myself to swallow the butterflies swirling in my stomach and rising up into my chest.
    “No, you wouldn’t,” he says in a low, husky voice. “You didn’t exactly push me away on Sunday, did you?”
    “I should have.”
    “But you didn’t.”
    My tongue flicks out and wets my bottom lip. His eyes flick down to the movement then back up. I flatten my hands against the tree, curling my fingers into the rough bark.
    “You trapped me. I couldn’t move.”
    His lips twitch—barely—and he steps forward. That space I was thinking about earlier? Yep. Gone.
    His leg slides between mine, his free hand resting on my hip. His mouth—oh God. It’s barely millimeters from me.
    My head screams, Get off!
    My body screams, Get on!
    Traitorous little bitch .
    “What about now?” he whispers, his breath ghosting over my lips. “Can you move now?”
    I draw in a long, slow breath and slowly bring my right leg up. My thigh slips between his, and I hold it just below his dick. “I can and I will.”
    “No, you won’t.” He slides his hand up my side and cups the side of my face with a grin. His thumb traces the line of my jaw, and he tilts my face up. “Because you’ll be needin’ that pretty soon.”
    “So sure, cowboy,” I whisper. “You caught me off guard once—”
    “Twice.”
    “Twice,” I correct, grasping his wrist and tugging his hand down. “Now, I’m telling you—move your ass or my thigh and your cock are going to get acquainted pretty s harply .”
    Corey shoots his hand out and pushes my thigh down. At the same time, he leans forward and presses his lips to mine. Then he kisses me hard, and when he pulls away, his teeth graze my bottom lip.
    “You—” I start as he runs backward, winking.
    “See you at dinner, darlin’.”

T hat shower accomplished fuck all except for relieving a little of the sexual tension coiled inside my body.
    Ever since she walked away from me at the theater, she’s consumed my mind like a fucking addiction. One taste was all it took—one taste of those soft, sweet lips and I need more.
    I crave more of her.
    I should’ve run in the opposite direction when I saw her earlier. I was finishing, ready to head home, but then she was there. Her hair