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)
A manual. That was what he definitely had.
Every caress of his tongue, each grazing brush of his lips sent an electric charge surging through me. “Oh, my God.” My grip in his hair tightened involuntary. “That feels so fucking good.”
His response was to kneel and pull one of my knees up over his shoulder, deepening his intimate kiss. It didn’t matter that it was awkward half-leaning back against the mirror with my chin in my chest. My focus was on the climb toward the pleasure Ethan was giving me. This enigma of a man—God, how I wanted him.
When my moans got out of hand, he pulled back so his warm breath washed over my skin. “You seem to like that.”
It was annoying that he’d stopped but it only turned me on more. “You seem to know what you’re doing.”
“Do I?” He kissed the inside of my thigh, and I stifled a groan.
“Yeah. So why the hell did you stop?”
His smile was corrupt, and it set me on fire. Hell, he set every inch of me on fire when his lush tongue returned to me. The tip of it fluttered against my clit, making my legs shake. His hands gripped my thighs, and I stared at the erotic scene playing out in front of me. I wished I could take a picture of this moment. Him on his knees, my bathrobe hanging loose off one shoulder, my chest heaving with heavy breaths.
My skin tingled in anticipation of my arriving orgasm. The crescendo inside me was building into something so powerful I worried I might rattle right off the edge of the counter.
I was about to burst, any second now—
Ethan shot to his feet and abruptly pulled me down. I nearly fell, stumbling on my weak legs as his hands struggled to close my robe.
No, my mind screamed. What was this? He wiped my arousal from his lips, his face alert and anxious.
“If it’s Gio, don’t let him in.” His voice was so quiet, it was barely a hiss. “Tell him you’re sick, whatever. But he can’t come in.” His expression was deadly serious. “We’re both fucked if he finds me here.”
The second knock on the exterior door was louder as he cinched the belt on my robe closed. I’d been much too focused on Ethan’s mouth for the first knock to register, but this one I heard. Which meant I was going to have to leave this room and go answer my front door.
My knees shook, not from fear, but as a reaction to being brought to a screeching halt. Inside, my mind continued to protest as I marched out into the main room.
“Phillip,” I said when I pulled the door open, announcing who it was.
“Sorry to bother you, but Mr. Abramo has to return to Rome immediately.”
“Yes, Nathan informed me already.” I did my best to keep my breathing steady. Hopefully, my face wasn’t too flushed. “Have you notified the rest of the crew?”
“I’ll go to their cabin next. The flight plan is ready for your registration. Mr. Abramo would like to leave within the hour.”
I glanced at the clock. “That shouldn’t be a problem, thank you.”
Once he was gone, I locked the door and shuffled back to the bathroom, filled with anxiety.
Ethan remained where I’d left him, although the alarm was gone from his expression. Now his long, angular face was unreadable. Nerves made me vibrate.
“It was Phillip,” I eked out.
“I heard.”
The sex in the air had dissipated, and it was awkward now, given what we’d been doing a minute ago. Like last night, he stared as if waiting for me to do something, but my mind was completely blank.
“Can I ask you something?” he said. “Why did you kiss me that first night?”
He was such a puzzle. Did he think I was, too? “Because I thought you were hot, and I wanted to get in your pants.”
He blinked back his surprise, and then his gaze heated. “Come here.”
It was soft yet commanding, and my breathing went shallow. “We don’t have time.”
But I obeyed, going to him.
He reached for me, cradled my face with both hands, and kissed me, deeply. His mouth possessed mine and made my legs go boneless.
“Dangerous—” I mumbled as I kissed him back.
“I thought you liked danger.” It sounded like a challenge.
“I do.” It made me feel something, like I was alive.
The kiss ended with his hands sliding away, but his intense expression continued to burn as he looked at me. Behind the intensity, there was something in his eyes. Longing?
“Olivia.” It looked like he was searching for what to say.
“Ethan.”
Hearing his name must have been what he needed. “If I had my way, last night would happen again, only I’d get to take my time with you. But it’s about to get a lot more complicated for me.”