Total pages in book: 80
Estimated words: 76664 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 383(@200wpm)___ 307(@250wpm)___ 256(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 76664 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 383(@200wpm)___ 307(@250wpm)___ 256(@300wpm)
Punch him in the face.
The blokes admiring her skill at the ice rink?
Death by thrashing of my poorly controlled limbs.
The usher who turned to stare at her ass as she walked away at the matinee earlier today?
Could have literally ripped his throat out with my teeth.
She is turning me into a savage, randy beast.
And a sappy one as well.
I nearly teared up in her arms on the dancefloor, and I can’t even blame the rum. I only had two glasses.
No, it wasn’t the rum; it was the way she understood. The way her understanding made my heart ache. The way the aching in my heart assured me that this isn’t simply lust or a crush that will fizzle out when the holidays are through.
This is me, falling in love with a speed that’s likely mad and certainly not wise.
But try telling that to my heart, which is already quite certain Emily Darling is the wisest woman he’s ever met.
And has the most fantastic curves.
And the sweetest nipples.
And…I’m hard again.
Just in time to get out in front of my building.
Thank God for the darkness in the cab as I press a twenty into the man’s hand and open the door, drawing my coat across my hips to conceal the situation in my trousers.
Emily takes my hand as we head inside, whispering, “Just so you know. I meant what I said before. But if you’re out of you-know-whats and want to find a twenty-four-hour pharmacy, I can look for one that delivers.”
My cock twitches, proving he can get even more desperately erect, as I connect the dots. “No,” I murmur, nodding as we hurry past George, the doorman. “I have plenty upstairs.”
“Oh, good.” She steps into the lift, waiting until the doors close behind us to add, “But we don’t have to use them. If you don’t want to.”
“No?” I ask, sweat breaking out on my upper lip at the thought of nothing between us. “Are you sure?”
“I’m sure.” She holds my gaze in the reflection of the mirrored wall. “I’ve never had sex without one, but I suddenly really want to.”
I fight to swallow. “Yeah?”
“Yes,” she whispers. “And I don’t want you to pull out.”
I curse and close my eyes. If I don’t, I’m afraid I’ll have her dress up around her waist before I can stop myself.
“Unless you don’t like that idea?” she asks, clearly having misunderstood the reason for my wince.
“No,” I wheeze, my pulse thudding in my ears as I pray for the strength to keep it together until we reach the fifth floor. “No, that was the hottest thing I’ve ever heard, Darling. Just…hanging on by a thread over here. And trying not to take you against the wall like an animal.”
“Oh.” She’s practically purring as she adds, “I’m not opposed to a wall, but we should get inside first.”
“Inside, yes,” I agree, breath rushing out as the elevator finally dings. “Thank God.” I wrap an arm around her waist, hauling her against me as we spin out into the hall.
I crush my lips to hers, tongue stroking deep as she fists her hands in my shirt. I kiss her with all the pent-up frustration of the past few hours. Hell, the past week. I’ve been dying to be back inside her since the morning she called me a liar and stormed out of that loft.
And now…
Finally…
I get my key in the lock by instinct alone, tossing it to the floor as soon as we’re inside. “Thank Christ for doors,” I rasp against her lips. “I love doors. So much.”
“Doors are the best.” She sucks in a breath as I jerk her coat down her arms, then drag her back against me, unable to bear being away from her for more than a second. She braces trembling hands on my chest. “God, Olly. I want you so much, I feel like I’m going crazy.”
“I’ve barely slept,” I confess against her lips, stripping off my coat as we stumble deeper into the apartment. “All I could think about was your beautiful body, all soft and warm under the covers just a room away. I’ve been wanking one off every bloody night, but it didn’t help.”
“I did, too,” she breathes, making me groan. “I touched myself. Thinking of you. I’ve never come that hard from my own—”
“Fuck, Emily. Just…fuck.” I pin her wrists over her head on the living room wall, grinding against her because I can’t help it. That’s how little self-control I’ve got left. “You should have told me. I would have been there in seconds to make you come again on my mouth.”
She hooks her leg around my waist. “I wish I had. Shit, Olly, please. Now. Inside me now. I seriously can’t wait. I can’t.”
I can’t either.
I lift her, and she wraps her legs around me with a needy whimper that makes me absolutely feral. I stagger blindly into the coffee table, bruising my shin, but barely feeling it. I’m too focused on getting my ass on the sofa, with Emma straddled on top of me.