Total pages in book: 96
Estimated words: 91402 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 457(@200wpm)___ 366(@250wpm)___ 305(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 91402 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 457(@200wpm)___ 366(@250wpm)___ 305(@300wpm)
Her only answer was to sink her teeth into her bottom lip and whimper with pleasure.
“You and your mixed signals,” I groaned in German, knowing she didn’t understand. “Tell me,” I said in English, “that I can come home with you.”
“I don’t,” she struggled to catch her breath, “want that.”
Oh, she didn’t? I ground my fingers faster between her legs and grinned as her eyes hazed. “Liar.”
She sat back in her seat, one hand on my wrist and the other gripping the edge of the tray table, as if she needed to hold on while enduring the pleasurable sensations I created. Her lips were parted so she could gulp down air as I continued to touch her, and she stared at me with an expression that was a perfect mix of shock and lust.
“You’re so fucking sexy,” I told her in German.
I kissed her roughly then, silencing her impending demand that I repeat whatever I’d said in a language she could understand. Wasn’t that unnecessary? My dominating kiss should make my meaning crystal clear. Through the blanket, her fingernails dug painlessly into my wrist, but not to stop me. Only to strengthen her hold as I touched and stroked and caressed.
Her mouth was resistant to my kiss for a moment. Perhaps she worried she was surrendering too easily, but then her lips softened beneath mine. The tiniest sliver of a moan came from her, but it rumbled as loud as thunder in my ears and struck me much harder than it should have. I had to break the kiss, to get hold of myself and push my raging desire to the back of my mind.
“We shouldn’t be doing this,” she whispered. Her eyes pleaded with me to stop yet begged for me to keep going.
“Tell me I can come home with you,” I said it before I could consider if it were wise, “and I’ll stop.”
A war waged inside her. Kara wanted to stand her ground and not give up any control. But if she let me continue, it would give me a different kind of power.
Her expression hardened, and it looked like the modest side of her won the battle. Her tone was begrudging. “Fine.”
Guilt flickered through me, and I stopped moving but left my hand where it was, nestled between her thighs. For insurance, I told myself. Not because I couldn’t pull it away.
“Only to see that I get in safe,” she added, her hurried breathing slowing. “And nothing else.”
“All right.” I was fine with letting her believe that for now.
But this thing between us was going to come to a boiling point. Of that, I was damn sure.
8
KARA
Twenty minutes after Shawn put his hands on me and coerced my agreement, he tilted his seat back and fell asleep facing me with his hand still on my leg. Possessive. I was tempted to slip away when his guard was down and move to another seat but didn’t.
We looked like lovers. How soon would it be before that was true? There was no escaping him. You might as well enjoy the ride down to hell. But don't make it too easy on him.
It was mid-afternoon outside, but Victoria had pulled the shades, and the interior of the plane was dark. In the dim light, I studied his face. He looked younger asleep and less dangerous, and I found this version of him interesting. The hunter not on the prowl.
I shut my eyes for what seemed like only a moment, but when I opened them, I realized I’d fallen asleep as well. A glass of white wine waited for me on the tray table.
Shawn was awake.
He set his glass down and swiped a finger on the screen of his iPad, then picked up the glass again with the same hand. That was odd. Why didn’t he use his left?
Holy crap. Because my hand, the one closest to him, was on his leg . . . and he had his left hand resting comfortably on top of that. How was it that this felt much more intimate than when he’d moved his hand between my legs?
His fingers were long and curled slightly around mine. The connection felt natural, and I couldn’t pull away, didn’t want to. It was unsettling how much I craved his touch.
“I did not put your hand on my leg,” he said, when he noticed what I was staring at.
“I don’t believe that for a second.” I snatched my hand free and reached for my glass, the wine sloshing and threatening to spill.
He shrugged. “Your body knows what your brain won’t admit.”
“How long until we land?” I asked, ignoring his arrogance.
“Are you eager to take me home?”
I shot him a dirty look. “No, I was wondering how soon until I get to see you scared again.”
“I wasn’t scared. More like uneasy.”