Total pages in book: 62
Estimated words: 59983 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 300(@200wpm)___ 240(@250wpm)___ 200(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 59983 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 300(@200wpm)___ 240(@250wpm)___ 200(@300wpm)
And the thrill of him lowering his head toward mine.
He’s as caught in the moment as I am—as hooked on holding me as I am on the way he’s looking at me, like resisting isn’t an option.
I lick my lips. My heart hammers and my skin is electrified as he brings one hand up to cup my face. He drags his thumb over my lips, and desire spikes through me.
I hold my breath as he dips in closer, his eyes hooded with lust as he aims to close the distance between us.
6
ANTON
Dinner is waiting for us.
Liliana is hungry for a meal.
As she watches me and reaches up to present her lips to me, I concentrate on this hunger instead.
Unable to think of a single reason why I shouldn’t, I lower my head until my mouth crashes into hers, sealing a wet, brutal kiss. Heat races over my skin. Air can’t fill my lungs fast enough. A delirious need to devour everything this woman can give me takes hold of me.
She grunts, a sexy sound of need I won’t ignore. I hold her close, still slanted from catching her when she tripped, but as she brushes her mouth over mine and kisses me harder, I fail again to find a reason why I shouldn’t.
There isn’t one I care about enough to stop.
Sliding my hands over her back, I twist to hold her tighter. She lifts her arms to cling to me, her hands on the back of my neck as I straighten her on the stairs. I cinch my arms around her, and still I can’t get her close enough. Can’t pull her in any more. A deep, sudden desire controls me, sparks flying between us from the first touch.
A couple of steps up, she’s almost level with me. Not as tall, but just the right height for me to overpower her.
Before I can, she stumbles. That’s all it takes for her to wrench her mouth away and suck in greedy gulps of air. “Anton.” A breathy admission of shock and intrigue and confusion, and it makes me harder instantly.
She licks her lower lip and swallows, her blue eyes impossibly dark and swirling with a storm of need. Wide-eyed and alarmed, she watches me like I can explain.
I kiss her again, parting her lips and seeking her tongue.
Her response tells me enough. Whatever her lack of experience, the hunger in her kiss matches mine.
I lock her against me, and the rub of her tits on my chest warns me how much more I want her grinding against me. I push my hips against hers, and my hard cock pressing to her pussy pulls a needy moan from her.
On the stairs, as the lights come back on dimly, the storm raging outside while we’re snowed in together, I kiss her like I will never have my fill.
She replies in kind, opening her mouth and sliding her tongue alongside mine with a hunger I won’t stop her from exploring. Every little suck of her lips on me pushes me to want all of her. Each sexy sound of need she gives me coaches me to make her as aroused as she can be.
It’s madness. Spontaneous and exactly what I didn’t know I needed.
“Anton,” she gasps again after she pulls her mouth free to inhale again. “I don’t—I’m not—”
Waiting for her to speak, to explain, I keep showing her how easily we combust for each other. While she pants, her breaths ragged and her eyes open with vulnerable desire, I cup her ass and hoist her into my arms.
She cries out in alarm, but this time, she snakes her arms around my neck and kisses me. Molding her to me and pulling her against my cock, I debate taking her right here. Right now. On the stairs.
“I don’t do this,” she manages when we part for air.
I still immediately, giving her room instead of assuming what she means.
“I don’t just hook up with men I’ve just met,” she says, breathless.
“Then tell me what you want,” I say. “If you want me to stop, I stop.”
She searches my face for a beat, then tightens her arms around my neck.
“I want this,” she whispers. “I want you.”
That answer strips away the last of my restraint.
“Then come with me,” I tell her, our breath mingling as I carry her up the stairs.
She answers with a kiss, locking her legs around my waist as I take her to my room.
Inside, I set her on her feet and give her one last second to change her mind. She closes the distance herself, kissing me hard as she reaches for my shirt.
Words stop mattering as I kiss her again. Keeping our mouths fused becomes a necessity, but I don’t let it slow me from showing her what I need to. She gropes for my shirt while I pull hers up. We part to strip, and the second our clothes hit the floor, we collide again. So I can steal her breath. So she can rob me of thought.