Wild Bastard by Ella Savitskaya (best feel good books txt) 📖

"Marina, I've found a movie, maybe we can go out tonight?" Gleb's voice comes from somewhere.

He walks over to the bar and turns the screen of his phone toward me, showing me a movie poster.

Matthew blinks slowly and turns his eyes to him, peering out of our depths. I watch his reaction intently. If he came, if he took that important step, then he must have believed me. I have made a tremendous effort during these two weeks not to think about what he might be doing. I tried to learn to wait and believe in him.

If we want things to work out, we have to learn to trust each other. And now... there's a test, and I want more than ever for him to feel that I didn't have anything with this guy.

I clutch the towel tightly as the blue eyes return to me, scrutinizing my face for a few moments.

"Going to the track today?"

The husky voice sounds flat, unreadable.

"Yes."

"Good," he says. I'll see you then, Rie!"

Matthew slams his hands on the tabletop and leaps out of his chair. He takes a few steps toward the door. I can't take my eyes off the receding back, trying to figure out what this means, and how to make sense of this reaction.

Suddenly he stops, shakes his head, and I think I even hear a quiet chuckle.

He takes three heavy steps toward the bar, rests his hands on the tabletop, pulls himself up and leaps over it, landing next to me.

Before I know it, I'm pressed against the tabletop with my thighs. The tangy smell of Matt's hot body bursts into my nostrils, and my pulse rushes forward like a gunshot.

Cheeky lips stretch into a smirk, his palms rest on my waist and tighten it firmly.

"If you thought I was just going to walk away like that, you'll have to get to know me better, Rie! "

A stinging warmth spreads in my chest as I throw back the towel and braid my arms around the stiff neck.

"If you left, I'd rather not know you anymore!"

The husky laughter sent a swarm of shivers down my spine. I pull myself up toward the lips that swiftly approach my face. Dominant fingers tangle in my hair and tilt my head back for a kiss. His tongue rushes into my mouth, driving a wave of hot desire down my belly with his unscrupulous manipulations.

How I hate him for taking two whole weeks to put his thoughts in order. And how unbearably adore him because he hasn't changed a bit! He doesn't wait for permission. Matt does what he wants, knowing exactly how crazy I am about him. I think this is felt very clearly by how greedily I squeeze into his hard body.

I bite my favorite stiff lips and run my fingers over the short blond hair.

It turns out I'm not fit for a quiet life. Well, to hell with it.