Total pages in book: 135
Estimated words: 128211 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 641(@200wpm)___ 513(@250wpm)___ 427(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 128211 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 641(@200wpm)___ 513(@250wpm)___ 427(@300wpm)
My eyes fluttered shut, tongue sweeping out to wet my bottom lip as I desperately tried to hold onto my morals. But they were washing away quickly, the buzz dampening my inhibition, the darkness of the crowd daring me to test my limits, the heat of Finn’s touch too intoxicating to resist.
I gasped when Finn pulled me closer, one hand still holding fast to my hip as the other wrapped around me and splayed across my abdomen. The tip of his nose ran along the back of my neck, a groan vibrating out of him when I let myself fall into his touch.
My body melted into his, back to chest, and that devilish hand of his slid up higher until his thumb slipped beneath the string between the two triangles of fabric covering my breasts.
I whimpered, both desperate for myself to come to my senses and stop this and desperate for him to keep going, to push the boundaries more, to throw all caution to the wind and take me as his willing prisoner.
Memories of our past assaulted me one after another as the lights acted as a film reel over my closed eyes. A flash and we were there in my bunk in Greece, laughing and shushing one another as we peeled off every article of clothing. Another flash and we were walking hand in hand through the streets of Kontokali, pointing at the mansions and guessing who lived there, what their lives were like, before the conversation turned to what our lives would be like.
Together.
Flash of light. His wide beamed smile. Saxophone riff. Me straddling his lap. Whip of cool sea breeze. Him inside me for the first time, shaking.
His warm breath on my neck brought me back to the present, to a moment so wrong it somehow made it all the way to the other side and felt nothing but right. He was so close I heard him swallow even over the music, like my mind was tuned into only him and had blocked out every other noise and possible distraction. I wanted to ask him what he was doing but I was too afraid to speak, too scared I’d shatter the fragile, illicit moment.
Finn was barely touching me and yet his cock was hard against my backside, like being near me at all was his undoing. That’s how it was for me, too.
One touch, one look, one breath from him had me ready to risk it all.
His lips parted, brushing my neck as he nosed the shell of my ear and sent electric tingles cascading down my body like a waterfall.
I angled my chin toward him.
His eyes caught mine — too close and out of focus.
Our breaths hitched, mouths just an inch apart.
And I covered his hand with mine, sliding it under the fabric of my suit and over until he was palming my breast, until I could find relief for the insatiable ache within, until I was sure he could feel how hard my heart was beating from his touch.
His eyes slammed shut, a deep, guttural groan ripping from him as he squeezed and I arched and we crashed through the gates of Hell, unrepentant.
“Em…” he groaned.
I could have come right there, right then, just from that sound, from that touch. One more flick of his palm over my nipple and I was going to surrender.
But in an instant, all his warmth was gone, the absence of him sweeping over me like a frigid whip of wind.
Somehow, I knew without looking to confirm that it was because someone was coming. And so I played it off, acting like I was dancing and my heart wasn’t about to kick its way out of my chest. I swayed and lifted my hands into the air, smiling despite how I could barely manage my next breath.
Suddenly, Eli was at my side, throwing his arm around me with a goofy, blitzed grin. He smelled like cigarette smoke and rum, and I instantly missed the scent from before. Finn’s scent. Vetiver and black pepper and fresh ocean air.
“Had a quick chat with some of the brus at the bar and we all agreed — you and me? Way overdue for a date.”
I blinked my eyes open, hoping no one could see the heated flush of my skin under the lights strung above. “Oh yeah?”
“Yeah,” he said, and then he bopped my nose with his finger, swaying us side to side a little too quickly for the current beat.
I laughed and tried to blend into the new moment, leaving the heavy one behind me, but it felt like a fish trying to fit in with a pack of wild horses.
When I chanced a glance over my shoulder, I found Gisella with her arms around Finn’s neck. He had a lazy smile on his face as he listened to whatever she was saying. She laughed and threw her head back.