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)
“The spy’s family,” she said, looking more than a little surprised.
“You’ve got three days to gather as much intel on me as you can. Good luck,” I whispered.
Her eyes were all seduction. “Tell me what you said in Croatian in Vitale’s office.”
I cupped a hand to her soft cheek, brushing my thumb over her full lips while setting my other hand on her waist. I stared at her, looking at the flecks of hazel in her green irises. “I told you that we belong together.”
She pulled back, and a mixture of excitement and unease washed over her face. “What? Why would you say that?”
“Because it’s true, and you know it. Does it look like I’m lying?”
She studied my expression, but all she found was honesty. The muscles in her legs tensed when she rose off me and climbed away, and I allowed it because there was nowhere to go on this plane. She couldn’t run from me.
Her breath went shallow as she stumbled back to her chair across the way, and her accusing eyes cut into me, but I was prepared for this. It was about to get worse.
“Are you aware,” I said, “that you’re in love with me?”
Her eyes went so wide they were mostly white, and then anger curled them down to slits. The words came out like she was spitting bullets, that what I’d just said was borderline offensive. “I am not.”
I stood, stepped forward, and leaned over to set my hands on the armrest of her chair. My shadow fell across her as she peered up at me. Like the night in her loft in Munich, my face was only inches away. “Liar.”
Before she could protest, I kissed her.
I could taste the tension and doubt in her as she sat stock-still beneath me, and I used all I had to convince her to respond. Not just respond, but to see the truth she refused to accept. She was alive. She was capable of loving.
“I can’t,” she whispered, her eyelids falling shut, and she sounded more wounded than I’d ever heard her.
I held her face in my hands, tilting her back and when her mouth parted with a sigh, I took full advantage. I used my tongue to trace her lips and then venture deeper inside, possessing her, filling her mouth as I tried to fill her head with thoughts of me. I ghosted my fingertips down over the curve of her neck, her pulse racing a thousand miles an hour.
“I’ll show you that you can,” I promised.
43
OLIVIA
My stupid heart accelerated so fast it felt like I was pulling negative Gs. I was in big trouble. Ethan was just piling on the feelings now, until I was drowning in them.
He kneeled between my parted legs, and we made out for an embarrassingly long time. I let it happen. It felt like we’d been apart for months and not just a week. At one point, he grasped my waist and yanked me down so I was slumped in my seat and encouraged me to wrap my legs around him, our lower bodies pressed together.
His hands settled on my stomach, just below my breasts, and his thumbs lingered dangerously close, filling me with torturous anticipation. I should have cared that my potential future coworkers might see, but I was mindless with desire.
“Have I mentioned you make me crazy?” he said in a low, hurried voice when I shifted to get his hand where I wanted it, the warmth of his palm soaking through my thin sweater.
“Yeah, right back at you. You wouldn’t come home with me last night, and it’s been forever, Ethan.”
“I’m aware.” He nibbled on my ear, giving me delicious chills.
“Forever,” I groaned, moving my hips and grinding against him to momentarily satisfy the tension in my body, “and no use of my right hand.”
“Fucking hell.” His eyes went black and he kissed me roughly. Aggressively. It tasted like desire and lust, and I drank him in—
Abruptly, he pulled back . . . all the way back so he was in the chair across from me, his head in his hands and breathing heavy.
I straightened in my seat, suddenly cold in his absence. “What’s wrong?”
“We’re not the only people on this plane, and I can’t do any of the stuff I’d like to right now.”
I wanted to give him a winning smile, but the ache for him was getting unbearable. It had nothing to do with him throwing the word love around.
Yeah, keep telling yourself that.
Under his intense gaze, I worried that he was seeing what I could not.
His phone chimed, and when he glanced at the screen, he looked thrilled.
“What?” I asked.
He passed it to me. It was a series of pictures from Shawn and Kara’s wedding. The last image was me and Ethan on the dance floor, his head bent to mine, his lips delivering that nuclear kiss.