Total pages in book: 105
Estimated words: 103050 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 515(@200wpm)___ 412(@250wpm)___ 344(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 103050 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 515(@200wpm)___ 412(@250wpm)___ 344(@300wpm)
That delicious blush is back.
“You don’t know me.”
“No, not very well. But I know you are gracious and poised. You could have told me to stuff my apology up my arse, but you didn’t. I know you work hard and are good at your job. Avril and Poppy are no dummies. If they got you to come over from the UK, you must have really impressed them. I think you’re funny and good company over dinner. I think you’re beautiful and…”
I don’t know if it’s her long lashes or the unexpected brightness of the green of her eyes, but all I can think is that she’s sultry and complicated and someone I’d like to know better. I trail my eyes down her curves, taking in every dip and hollow. The outline of her breasts is almost too much. Everything’s covered, but everything’s on display at the same time. The way her waist flares out at her hips? It’s breathtaking.
“Fuck, I think you’re dangerous walking around with that body.” My gaze flits back up to her eyes.
Her blush deepens.
“Yeah, I think you could do anything you set your mind to. But all I want to do is walk you home.”
She looks up at me, a teasing smile pulling at her mouth. “Okay, well, when you put it like that, you can walk me home. I’m just around the corner.”
We walk in comfortable silence for a few steps, then she says, “I think it’s better that we don’t tell people about…this…this dinner. I’m not going to lie, but I’m not going to offer up the information either.”
“You don’t want housekeeping knowing that the guy in Room 325 thinks you have a killer body?”
She laughs. “Something like that.” She glances across at me. “But seriously, you’re a regular guest. I haven’t read any rule about…having dinner with guests out of hours, but I can’t imagine it’s encouraged.”
“It’s up to you what you say. No one’s going to ask me.”
“Right,” she says. “It’s up to me.” She says it almost like she’s talking to herself. Maybe she is. I wish I could hear all the things she didn’t say out loud.
“This is me,” she says, as she turns to me.
I can’t help but laugh. “That’s such a British turn of phrase. I haven’t heard it in a while.”
She cocks her head and grins back at me. “You have a pretty smile,” she says. “And also…a killer bod.”
It’s like someone’s struck a match and set me on fire. I step forward, so close that we’re almost touching. She takes a step back, and I step forward again, backing her up against the wall of her building. She looks up at me, her breaths coming heavy and fast.
“I’m not going to fuck you,” I say. “Not tonight. Tonight, I’m going to kiss you.”
I cup her face with my hands and my gaze flits between her eyes and her mouth. I don’t know if I can stand not to be looking at her the first time I kiss her. I graze her mouth with mine…then press my leg in between her thighs and devour her.
My tongue pushes into her mouth and finds hers. She gasps and lets out a small whimper. I groan at her noises. It’s like she’s found my personalized manual and knows exactly how to turn me on. Our kiss deepens and her hands smooth down my chest and around to my back, like she wants to see if I feel as good as she thinks I look. The thought sends all my blood rushing to my cock and my erection presses against my zip.
Fuck, I haven’t been this turned on by a kiss in the longest time. Her skin against my hands feels so soft, her jaw so delicate.
But she’s already told me she’s not that delicate.
Her hands pull me closer, like she wants more, and I snake one of mine around her waist and over her arse, moving her against me. I want her to feel how hard I am. How much I want her too.
She moans, and I swear I wish we were alone right now, rather than on a busy New York street. I wish I could peel this dress off her, kiss her until she begged me to sink into her body.
She’d be coming in seconds.
So would I.
Fuck. I’m not sure I’m ever going to get rid of this hard-on.
Her hands come to my neck, and she moves on my thigh, nudging against my erection, until suddenly she presses her hands on my shoulders and breaks our kiss.
“Oh god,” she says. “I…I…that was…I…”
I smile as she stutters, then I drop a chaste kiss on her lips to communicate to her that she doesn’t need to say anything.
That kiss said it all.
“You’re gorgeous,” I say. “But unless you want to get fucked in front of the entire city, I think you should go up to your apartment.”