Total pages in book: 127
Estimated words: 122382 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 612(@200wpm)___ 490(@250wpm)___ 408(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 122382 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 612(@200wpm)___ 490(@250wpm)___ 408(@300wpm)
“What—” I get as far as lifting my finger, intending to point out the perfectly usable bed in the other room.
“I told you I was starvin’,” he says, his accent so rough. He tears off his cuff links, his movements swift. “And surely it would be uncivilized of me to feast anywhere else.”
I push up onto my palm, dazed. Pulsing. Turned on more than I ever have been.
“And I do intend to feast.” His eyes burn as he strips off his shirt. “I’m gonna make such a meal of you.”
Chapter 10
Matt
Her lovely face. Eyes dark, her pink lips parted like an invitation. An invitation to plunder.
As I circle her dainty ankle with my fingers, her body stretches languidly, and she seems to bite back a moan.
“Your ankles are one of the first things I paid attention to.” My tone is conversational, as though there isn’t an almost-naked woman spread out on the table in front of me. A woman who thinks I do this kind of thing for a living. I should be so lucky, I think. If my only client was Ryan, at least.
“My ankles?” Her lashes flutter as though her mind is playing catch-up.
“After your attitude, maybe. And these.” I lift her leg and place the point of her heel between my shoulder and chest, leaning into it a little, relishing the pointed bite. “Dainty ankles, spiked heels. I had some quite graphic thoughts about both.”
“Yet you still took some persuading.”
If you’d flashed me those perfect tits, I would’ve shut my trap a lot sooner.
“But look at us now.” Just look at her. When she slid her dress from her shoulders, it took everything inside me not to rush at her. I fucking love fancy lingerie—love the look of it, the gossamer stretch of fabric holding in all those lovely womanly bits. Lingerie is like an invitation, in the right context, and Ryan’s dress fluttering to the floor was exactly that. But I still had to slow myself down because this night is all about her.
I will tell her the truth. After. And maybe it’ll bite me in the arse. It definitely will, and it’ll be doubly my fault at that point. I’m sure she won’t understand why I didn’t insist on telling her earlier. Or believe that, when she loosened her dress, I temporarily lost the power of words. How can I explain that when she strutted across the floor like a pint-size Victoria’s Secret model, I just couldn’t do it. I couldn’t spoil the fantasy, her fantasy, not then. And not when she climbed into my lap, owning her daring and loving her choices.
How could I after all that she’s been through?
What Would Fin Do . . . That fucker’s voice echoes in my head again. What he wouldn’t do is to be so stupid as to sell this to himself as altruism.
“Matt?”
Her heel is pressing hard enough to make a mark, and my hard-on is still raging. Yet here I stand, fucking . . . woolgathering? Cupping her heel, I lift her leg to suck on the tender flesh of her inner ankle.
“Oh, God. Why does that feel so good?”
Then I bite it a little. “Maybe I’m just that good.” I press my smile into the taut muscle of her calf, loving the way she trembles. Another nibble. A lick behind her knee. All those erogenous zones, and I’m gonna taste every one.
“Please hurry.”
“You got somewhere you need to be?” My tone is mild as I pull out a chair, hooking it behind me with my foot.
“No, I just need—”
“I know what you need, darlin’. But the more you try to rush me, the slower I get. When you have the right man for the job, he wants to do it well,” I say, playing into my role, into her fantasy.
“You’re gonna do me well?”
I lick a long stripe up her inner thigh, and the noise she makes ought to be bottled and sold as an aphrodisiac.
“What do you think?” I give a sucking pull that I hope will bruise. Then a scrape of my teeth as I work my way to her apex. She sighs as I press my mouth over her pussy, and squirms as I give a groan, all hot and fucking needy. “Ryan, you smell amazing.”
“Oh, God. That’s . . . oh!”
I nuzzle my tongue over the damp patch, pushing it inside her. “I’m gonna devour every ounce of you,” I murmur, dragging my thumbs along her folds. “Then I’m gonna fuck you just like I promised. Do you remember that? What I said?”
“The whole hotel’s gonna know your name.”
“That’s right, teacup. I’m going to fuck you so well that, when you think back on tonight, you’ll wonder if you imagined it. If you embellished it in your mind.”
“Like a tall tale,” she whispers.