Total pages in book: 117
Estimated words: 115435 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 577(@200wpm)___ 462(@250wpm)___ 385(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 115435 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 577(@200wpm)___ 462(@250wpm)___ 385(@300wpm)
I saw his eyes light up when I said something funny, and those lips tipped up too, but he has yet to grace me with a full grin.
I bet it’s devastating.
“Perhaps we shouldn’t divulge too many personal things tonight.” He shoots me a glance before he reaches over and sets his hand on my thigh, then gives it a little squeeze.
Just that simple touch makes my nipples pucker. I bite my lip.
We had animated conversation at dinner, but we never talked about anything too personal. Obviously, I discussed my bookstore a bit, but never my family or friends. He asked me questions about the store and the town.
But really, we’ve kept things quite surface, and I don’t really mind. He’s only here for this one night, and if he wants to keep things mellow, I’m down for that.
I stare at his hand, then cover it with my own and glide my fingers over his, enjoying the way his skin feels against mine.
“As long as you don’t have a wife somewhere who assumes you’re being faithful to her and your six children, that’s fine with me.”
To my absolute shock, he laughs. Laughs. And it lights me up inside. It’s the kind of laugh you give when you’re tickled with someone.
And his smile is as devastating as I expected. It makes my heart speed up into hyperdrive.
“That’s not exactly a denial.”
He shakes his head and glances at me again. “No. I’m not married, and I don’t have any children. Certainly not six.”
“Great. I don’t either.”
He leaves his SUV with the valet and takes my hand again to escort me into the lodge. After riding the elevator to the top floor, he leads me to the suite at the end of the hall, opens the door, and gestures for me to walk in ahead of him.
This room is fancy. Or set of rooms, I should say. A wall of windows in both the living area and the bedroom gives a spectacular view of the ski mountain and the beautiful trees beyond.
“Great room.” I immediately kick off my shoes, because that’s just habit, and the next thing I know, I’m spun around, back against the window, and he’s framed my face in his hands and is kissing me.
Not a tentative first kiss. No, this man consumes me, as if he’s wanted to do this to me since the moment he first saw me, and I’m not sure I’ve ever felt so wanted.
So damn sexy.
His mouth is amazing. Not too hard, not too wet. He growls against me, those hands drift down to my ass, and then he lifts me.
I let out a yelp and wrap my arms around his shoulders. I’m not a little woman.
“I’ve got you,” he says against my lips as he carries me to the bedroom. “And as much as I’d love to fuck you against that glass, I’d have to kill anyone who got a look at you, so we’ll take it to the bedroom.”
I smirk. I can’t help it.
He’s not going to kill anyone over a one-night stand.
But it’s an amusing thought.
And then all thinking goes out those windows as he sets me on my feet. My hands dive for the buttons on his shirt, and he unfastens the belt I have around the green dress I’m wearing.
“You’re fucking gorgeous,” he says as the belt hits the floor.
With a grin, I push his shirt over his shoulders, and when it joins my belt near our feet, I let my eyes roam over smooth skin and muscles that aren’t for days. They’re for years. His abs are so defined, I want to lick them.
I want to nibble them.
And my hands are all over him.
“Lift your arms, beautiful girl.” I comply, letting him pull my dress over my head. He discards it, and I’m standing before this Greek god in just my pretty purple bra and panties, my many flaws on display for him. “Christ Jesus, you’re gorgeous.”
We’re not touching now, just staring at each other, taking each other in. His chest heaves. His hands fist at his sides.
“Your pants,” I whisper, meeting his eyes. “Please.”
His jaw clenches.
“I like it when you ask nicely.” He steps out of the slacks, along with his boxers, and oh. My. God. “My eyes are up here, angel.”
Angel. I’m going to die tonight. I feel it coming.
I swallow hard.
“And you have nice eyes, but holy shit, have you seen that?”
I’m scooped up again and am lying on my back in the middle of a soft island of a bed, and he’s hovering over me, kissing up my chest toward my chin.
His hands explore me everywhere. Over my sides and hips. My thighs. And then his palms skim up to my breasts. His thumbs brush my nipples over the bra, and I arch into him.
“Every fucking inch of you is perfect,” he growls against my ear. “If there is anything that I do that you don’t like, you just say so, and it stops. Got it?”