Total pages in book: 28
Estimated words: 26774 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 134(@200wpm)___ 107(@250wpm)___ 89(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 26774 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 134(@200wpm)___ 107(@250wpm)___ 89(@300wpm)
He's asleep, his imposing frame somehow made vulnerable by unconsciousness. With his features relaxed, he looks younger, and the hard lines of his face softened. But even in sleep, there's something undeniably seductive about him—the way his dark lashes fan against his cheeks, the slight part of his lips, the strong column of his throat.
I don't realize how long I've been staring until I see his lips slowly curve into that infuriating smirk, even though his eyes remain closed.
"It's going to be really hard if you keep looking at me like that."
Aaaargh.
Does this man ever run out of innuendos to make a girl turn red as a tomato?
I stand abruptly, not sure where I'm going—the bathroom again, maybe, or just to pace the aisle—anything to put some distance between us.
But before I can take a single step, his hand catches my wrist. The contact sends a jolt of electricity up my arm. I freeze, caught between pulling away and... something else.
"Running again?" he asks softly.
"I'm not running."
"Aren't you?" His thumb traces circles on the sensitive skin of my inner wrist. "You've been running since the moment we met."
"You don't know anything about me."
Something flickers in his eyes at my words, and for a heartbeat, it feels as if I've become invisible in his eyes, and he's seeing - remembering - someone else.
But then another moment passes, and his jaw tightens. Heat floods back in his gaze, and it's enough to make my knees knock against each other...and for me to question my sanity. Did I just imagine the whole thing?
"I know enough," he says finally. "And right now, the most important thing I'm sure of is that you want me, too."
In one fluid motion, he pulls me down onto his lap, and this time there's no pretense of accident. I land with my back against his chest, his strong arms encircling my waist.
"Tell me to stop," he breathes against my ear, "and I will."
I should.
I know I should.
But the words won't come.
Instead, I turn in his arms until we're facing each other, my thighs straddling his. His eyes darken as I settle my weight against him, and I can feel the hard evidence of his desire pressing against me.
"This is insane," I whisper, even as my hands slide up his chest to rest on his shoulders.
"Completely," he agrees, his hands finding my hips.
When our lips finally meet, it's like striking a match in a room filled with gasoline. The chemistry that's been building between us explodes into blinding heat.
His mouth is demanding and hungry, but there's a control to his passion that makes me wild. I press closer, my fingers tangling in his hair as I open to him. His tongue slides against mine, tasting of desire and promise.
His hands move restlessly over my body, his fingers finding the hem of my sweater. They slip beneath to touch bare skin, and I gasp against his mouth.
He explores me with maddening patience, and by the time he finally cups my breasts, I'm about to lose my mind with need.
"So responsive," he growls appreciatively as his thumbs brush over my hardened nipples.
I bite back a moan, suddenly aware of our surroundings. "The driver—"
"Can't see us," he assures me, nodding toward the privacy partition. "Or hear us over the engine."
Still, when he lowers his head to press open-mouthed kisses along my throat, I have to stifle the sounds that threaten to escape. His teeth graze my pulse point, and my hips rock instinctively against him.
He groans, his hands tightening on my waist. "Keep that up, darling, and this will be over before it begins."
The raw desire in his voice emboldens me. I roll my hips again, deliberately this time, watching his eyes darken further.
In response, he lifts me as if I weigh nothing, depositing me on the seat beside him before dropping to his knees in the aisle.
"What are you—"
My question dissolves into a gasp as his hands push my skirt up my thighs. He looks up at me, a silent question in his eyes.
I should stop this. I know I should. But instead, I nod, lifting my hips slightly to help as he slides my underwear down my legs.
The first touch of his mouth against my most intimate place nearly undoes me. I have to bite my lip to keep from crying out as he parts my folds with his tongue, tasting me with deliberate, devastating strokes.
He takes his time, exploring every sensitive inch of me. His tongue circles my clit before flicking against it rhythmically, drawing soft whimpers I can barely contain. When he sucks gently on the sensitive bud, my hips buck involuntarily against his mouth.
His strong hands grip my thighs, spreading them wider, holding me open for his relentless attention. The sight of his dark head between my legs, the feel of his hot breath against my wet flesh, the obscene sounds of his pleasure as he devours me—it's almost too much to bear.