Total pages in book: 107
Estimated words: 102355 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 512(@200wpm)___ 409(@250wpm)___ 341(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 102355 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 512(@200wpm)___ 409(@250wpm)___ 341(@300wpm)
Her nostrils flare with anger. “No. I just thought you’d be a little more interested. I mean, seriously, I can go find—”
Before she can finish that train of thought, I bunch her dress back up, gathering it in one hand. My other hand snakes between her thighs.
“Don’t,” I say brusquely.
Right now, her scent fills my car: her perfume, her shampoo and bodywash—it’s such a tantalizing combination.
“You don’t think I’m interested?” I ask, dipping my hand between her legs, stroking her.
She swallows but doesn’t reply. I’ve scared her a little.
My fingers slip beneath the fabric of her panties as I continue, “We’re a team now.” All she does is blink, already drugged by what I’m doing to her. “We complete the list together. All of it.”
She bites her bottom lip and nods frantically in agreement. Now, finally, I have her full compliance. And I want to milk it.
I circle my thumb over her, building her up to a breaking point. Once I’ve coaxed out a sexy moan, I dip two fingers inside her. Slowly, deliberately, she meets me halfway, lowering her hips and allowing me to take her like this. She’s so sexy. Once I’ve thrust my fingers all the way inside her, she squeezes her eyes closed and starts to rock her hips. I pump my fingers in and out as her legs shake.
The sounds she makes, her tight heat, the intoxicating way she sinks her hips even lower now. She’s so eager, so hot. I don’t even blink, don’t fucking breathe as I watch her every little movement. The way she starts to squeeze my fingers, pulsing with tight spasms, followed by a long, deep moan.
God, it’s intense to feel her come like this. I know I could get addicted to it.
My heart pounds harder than ever as I watch her. The aftershocks lessen. She looks weak and spent, but when her eyes open and she peers shyly up at me, all that passion comes rushing back.
She lets her hand slip down between us again, fisting me tightly. She’s so passionate, so incensed, I can barely catch my breath. It doesn’t help that I’m worked up after yesterday, so tightly wound that her hand feels like the softest thing.
“Madre mía, Isabel.” I don’t even pay attention to the string of Spanish that follows, my voice hoarse with passion.
“Stop or I’m going to make a mess of you…”
Her hand pumps harder, tightening even more. I try to grab her wrist and still her, but she doesn’t heed my warning.
Instead, she leans forward so she can string kisses along my jawline. Clearly she doesn’t care. She continues stroking me. Her warm breath caresses my skin.
“So make a mess of me,” she whispers, and with those filthy words, there’s no fight left in me.
Her demanding pace makes my thighs tense and jerk. My labored breaths feed into a deep groan as I pump into her hand and let myself go. It’s pure ecstasy for those moments, pleasure so good it’s blinding.
She keeps going until I’m wrecked, and even then, her hand slows but doesn’t stop. Joder. When’s the last time I did something so reckless? When I was young?
As my surroundings piece together again, I blink my eyes open and see she’s wearing a satisfied smile. She’s more than a little pleased with herself.
“You need a shower,” she remarks tauntingly, not sounding even a bit ashamed about what we’ve just done.
“So do you.”
She shrugs, completely unbothered. I have no choice but to straighten my boxer briefs and zip up my pants, cleaning myself as best as possible with some napkins from the console before she slides off my lap and tumbles out of the car.
Her hair is mussed up and her cheeks are still bright red. A flush creeps up her chest. Her dress is completely wrinkled. She bites down on her smile as I take her in.
“How’s that for begging?” she teases, her eyes alight with mischief.
I toss my head back and laugh. Suddenly I know with absolute certainty that Isabel De Vere is going to be the death of me.
Chapter Sixteen
Isabel
My phone buzzes, jarring me from my delicious dream. Cristiano was in it and we were in his car like we were last night, only we’d made it to the back seat and his heavy body covered mine. God, his hands felt real, so much so that I’m bereft when I pry my sleepy eyes open and realize I’m alone in my bed.
My phone buzzes again. It’s from Hugo. You got bumped, don’t come in. See you tomorrow.
I smile gratefully into my pillow, my toes curling with bliss at the idea of getting an unexpected day off.
I turn toward Simone’s bed and find it’s still made from last night, though I’m not surprised. She hasn’t slept here the last two nights. Oh sure, she tried to fool me, sneaking in yesterday morning as if she was going to slip under her covers and pretend she’d spent the night in her bed, but I was already awake and reading when she opened the door and peeked in cautiously.