Total pages in book: 64
Estimated words: 63862 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 319(@200wpm)___ 255(@250wpm)___ 213(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 63862 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 319(@200wpm)___ 255(@250wpm)___ 213(@300wpm)
Then there he was.
Eyes molten.
Pupils blown wide.
A deep intensity on his face.
My stomach somersaulted.
Then he was in the car with me, the doors sliding closed behind him.
His hand rose as he got close, grabbing the back of my neck and hauling my chest against his as his lips crashed down on mine.
Everything about him was as untamed as I hoped.
There was nothing tentative about it—he claimed my mouth like it was his to own.
And in that moment, it was.
I moaned against his lips as desire sizzled down my spine.
Harrison pushed me back against the wall, his hand sliding down to grab the back of my knee and pulling my leg up.
He stepped closer, and his hard length pressed against the core of me.
Harrison’s teeth snagged my lower lip, biting, pulling until a moan escaped me.
Then his lips were slanting over mine again.
Harder.
Hungrier.
Mine responded in kind.
My hands slid up his arms, then sank into his soft hair, even as his twisted in mine and tugged. The pain/pleasure combination coursed across my scalp, making my lips break from his with a moan.
Harrison’s head ducked—lips, tongue, and teeth teasing my neck.
His hips rocked against mine, making his hardness press against me.
“Cameras,” I panted when he reached toward the emergency stop button.
My own hand shot out, hitting the button for my floor before getting lost in him for another moment until the elevator chimed and the doors slid open.
I slipped out from the cage of Harrison’s body, grabbed his tie, and pulled him out into the hall with me.
CHAPTER TWO
I fumbled in my chips bag for my room card as Harrison stood behind me, his warm breath on my neck, making little goosebumps spread across my skin. His hand rested on my hip, the other shot out and pushed the door open the second the keycard lock turned green.
We stumbled into my darkened room, the only light the neon pinks, blues, and yellows from the strip spilling in through the windows and highlighting the bed that dominated the space.
I shifted closer, drawn to the heat between us, my breasts crushing to his chest.
His hands tightened, and a low rumble moved through him, vibrating into me.
Harrison reached down, grabbing both my legs and lifting me up off my feet as he slammed me back against the wall.
I bit his lip as his thickness nudged between my spread legs.
His hips bucked, and a ragged moan ripped from my chest.
I was so far gone already.
But Harrison was in no rush.
His lips slanted over mine again—sure, practiced, utterly consuming.
He was kissing me like he had something to prove. And I let him, wrapping my arms around his neck, holding him close.
My pulse stuttered, then found a quicker rhythm it seemed determined to keep.
His tongue teased over mine, and my breath caught low in my chest, like it forgot how to leave politely.
My thoughts thinned out, fraying at the edges. I was suddenly too aware of where his hands were… and where I wanted them.
Before I could ask for more, though, his hips rocked against me.
I short-circuited.
A raspy moan ripped from deep in my throat, the sound making Harrison pull back to watch me as his hips ground against me again.
That rumble moved through his chest, a little darker, more feral. “That’s a good sound,” he said, his lips meeting my neck.
Want spread through my system, making me hook my legs around his lower back, my heels digging in as I used his body for leverage so I could rock restlessly against him.
His head lifted, his breath ghosting my cheek, warm and uneven, like he, too, was getting too caught up in the moment.
He watched me for a moment, eyes intense.
Then his head dipped again.
My lips tingled before he even touched them.
Then he muffled my growing moans as my hips writhed against him, driving myself up.
Harrison’s arms cinched around me as he pulled me away from the wall and walked me backward through the room.
He dropped down at the foot of the bed with me straddling him.
His hands glided down the slope of my back, sinking into my ass, then slipped lower still—over my thighs, my calves, before working the heels off my feet.
When they moved back upward, they started to gather the material of my black dress, sliding it up and off.
My skin felt too awake, every inch of skin he touched reacting faster than seemed possible.
“Arms up,” he murmured as he gathered the dress just under my breasts.
A shiver racked my body as I lifted my arms up straight in the air.
Harrison sucked in a breath so deep it shook his chest, then lifted the material free.
It fell, utterly forgotten, to the floor behind me.
“Fuck,” Harrison groaned as his gaze raked over my body—naked save for a pair of barely-there panties.
Want settled and spread, hot and insistent.
I felt dizzy by how the world narrowed to just him, to the way his blue eyes roamed over me, to how his fingers dug into my hips, as if he didn’t hold on, he would lose control of them.