Total pages in book: 102
Estimated words: 96460 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 482(@200wpm)___ 386(@250wpm)___ 322(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 96460 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 482(@200wpm)___ 386(@250wpm)___ 322(@300wpm)
I had enough desire for him to fill an entire airplane hangar. Not just for sex. I wanted to know what he was hiding. Wanted to know who he really was. Just the name wasn’t enough.
God, what was wrong with me? No strings attached. That was how I survived. That crash on the mountainside hadn’t broken me, but it left me too damaged to offer anything real in return. How had last night reduced me to this?
I lingered under the shower for a while, not wanting to go back into the bedroom and see the bed, the reminder of what had happened there last night. I slipped into the thin, waffle-textured robe hanging by the shower, grabbed the blow dryer, and dried my hair.
When I was finished, I set it on the counter—
It clattered to the ground.
An enormously tall man lingered in the doorway, and his eyes hinted at the struggle going on behind them. The struggle between Ethan and Nathan.
“I could’ve sworn I locked my door,” I said.
“You did.” He stepped inside the bathroom, pulling the door closed behind him.
The urge to kiss him was so strong, so abrupt, it roared through me like an engine on takeoff. But somehow I managed to contain myself and pretend he didn’t have that effect. Ethan picked the hairdryer up and set it back on the counter, his dark and fascinating eyes evaluating me.
“I did knock,” he said, steadily approaching until there was no space left between us, and we were chest to chest. Wait—not really. I was staring at the center of his chest, and he had to be looking down at the top of my head because he was so tall.
My gaze worked its way up to his face, and it came from me as an anxious whisper. “Did you need something?”
“Giovanni sent me to tell you we’re going back to Rome. I need to know that, as soon as we land, you’ll stop working for the Abramos.”
I had no job lined up, nowhere to go unless I wanted to go home, but . . . “Of course. I’m not stupid.”
“I didn’t mean to imply that.” The hard angle along his jaw sharpened as the muscle beneath it flexed. Like he was clenching his teeth. “We won’t see each other again.”
I swallowed hard, feeling like I was in a free-fall as I stood trapped inside his intense stare.
“I know,” I said quietly. A long moment passed, and he didn’t move. “Was there something else you needed?”
The tension between us had suffocated all the oxygen in the room. His gaze hardened, as if his mind was set. “Yeah. But we don’t have much time.”
“Time for what?”
His strong hands tugged at the belt holding my robe closed, jerking the knot free, and cool air washed over my damp, naked skin when it fell open.
Oh. My. God. His lips crushed against mine, hard and urgent, and his hands slid inside the robe.
There was no need to think. I wanted this. How could I not?
It was as if someone had given him a manual to my body because he knew exactly where and how to touch me. The coarse skin of his palms dragged deliciously over my breasts, across my back, and slid down to grab a handful of my ass.
He squeezed roughly, possessively, and I sighed into his relentless kiss.
But the hand on my bottom had a purpose, and that was to help lift me. So he could seat me on the long counter beside the sink and stand between my parted legs.
Oh, I liked this, the added height. It meant I didn’t have to crane my neck quite as much to kiss him. I filled his mouth with my tongue while his hands skimmed over the tops of my thighs.
“What are we doing?” I murmured. His lips left a damp trail down the side of my neck, and he pressed me back to lean against the mirror.
“Right now?” His voice was low. “I’m kissing you. Do you mind?”
“No, but I meant—”
Words stopped when his mouth ventured lower, and his tongue traced my nipple. Need tightened in my core, sharp as if he’d plunged in a knife. His hot mouth continued to descend, traveling over my ribs, down over my fluttering stomach, and my breath came and went in huge gulps of air.
I knew his final destination, and wonderful anticipation flooded through me. Lower. Almost there.
He teased me, hovering over where I most wanted him to use his mouth, and it forced me to remind him, “I thought you said you didn’t have a lot of time.”
The half-smile on his lips was wicked and sexy. “Are you telling me to get to work?”
I wasn’t embarrassed to ask for what I wanted. “Yes.”
My hands tangled in his soft hair, guiding his head between my thighs. Heat poured through my body when he lowered his mouth and tasted me.