Total pages in book: 23
Estimated words: 22390 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 112(@200wpm)___ 90(@250wpm)___ 75(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 22390 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 112(@200wpm)___ 90(@250wpm)___ 75(@300wpm)
My mind goes blank as he carries me to the bed and sets me down beneath him. I smell the scent of the scotch he drank tonight, as well as a hint of product he used to comb back his hair. Beneath it all is his own personal aroma.
The mix of it all hits me like a sedative.
My lips part, and the tingling between my thighs spreads and warms, rushing up my spine to my cheeks which must be redder than ripe cherries. He presses his firm body against mine, and that’s when I feel it.
A bulge, hard as a fist, swollen between his legs.
That’s it. That’s his…
He presses it against my belly, right above my pussy, sending a shockwave through me.
This is it. I have to tell him.
“Orson, I…I’ve never done this before.”
The confession falls from my lips like a tragedy. It’s over. He’s going to throw me in the car and have William drive me home. I’m never going to see him again.
But what else am I supposed to do? Keep lying to him? I already did that once, and he saw right through me.
It’s not like I don’t want it, though…
Despite Trish making fun of me for it, I’ve been saving myself for the man who truly sets my heart on fire. Not just some guy who took me out for the night and charmed his way into my pants.
I want that connection. That spark you see in the movies that you only can know when it hits you.
That hit me when I first set eyes on Orson…
But as he looks at me, and I see his gorgeous eyes narrow, I know it’s over. This man doesn’t want a virgin—a girl who has no idea what she’s doing. He wants someone who has experience. Who can please him.
I brace myself for what I know is coming. But to my surprise, he reaches in and gently threads his fingers through my hair.
“I know, angel. I know.”
My heart leaps. I was not expecting that. “You…you do? But how?”
His lips twist into the most gorgeous smile, sending my heart soaring. All I have on is this dress, but I’m burning up. Please don’t start sweating.
“No offense, but it’s obvious.”
“It’s what?” I’m actually offended. I don’t know why, but I am. “What do you mean!?”
He chuckles, tracing the lines of my collar bone with his finger. A golden tickle slides through my belly. I almost giggle.
“It’s not a bad thing,” he says softly. “You just radiate innocence.”
Wow, he can see right through me.
“And…you like that?”
He levels me with his eyes. It’s like he thinks I’m insane but also the cutest thing ever.
“Are you kidding, angel? To be the first man to have you? The only man? That’s worth more than all the money in the world.”
He’s screwing with me. This is all a cruel joke. Ashton Kutcher is going to pop out any moment with a camera crew and tell me I just got punk’d.
But no…
Orson sits up and slips out of his suit jacket. He carelessly tosses it aside, then goes to work on the buttons on his shirt. As each one pops, more of his physique is revealed. Yeah, now I’m sweating.
As I thought, he’s jacked out of his mind.
He looks like a Michelangelo painting. His shoulders are massive, framing his enormous chest that has my mouth watering. I want to reach up and touch him—run my fingers through his just right amount of chest hair.
As he strips out of his shirt, I watch in awe as his biceps flex, sending a rush of heat to my center.
These feelings…I’ve only just met this man, and I’m beyond smitten.
But when he reaches down for his belt buckle, my body goes tense, and he notices.
“It’s too soon,” he says softly.
Panicked, I shake my head and search for something to say. “No, it’s just that I—”
He presses a finger to my lips, silencing me. Something about the gesture floods me with submission. I relax beneath his enormity, awaiting what’s to come.
“You need time, princess. I won’t rush you.” His green eyes blaze down at me as he slides a hand up my thigh. A whimper escapes my lips. “But that doesn’t mean I don’t want a taste.”
Before I can fully process his words, he’s got his hands on the hem of my dress. He lifts it up and over my hips, sending a surge of excitement through me.
Thank God I wore my cute red panties tonight.
He spreads my legs open, and I look down just as he brings his lips to my thigh. His kiss fills me with a rush of sensation so intense that my hands clutch the sheets.
He kisses my other thigh, then continues up, growling like a hungry animal as he reaches my mound.
“Orson…” I whimper as he hooks his thumb beneath my panties and pulls them aside. I’m fully exposed.