Total pages in book: 37
Estimated words: 35197 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 176(@200wpm)___ 141(@250wpm)___ 117(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 35197 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 176(@200wpm)___ 141(@250wpm)___ 117(@300wpm)
“You’re the only woman who can get me hard or make me come,” I say, my voice thicker than molasses. “I think you know exactly what I want to do to you.”
Her head seems to fall back against her will, her toes lifting so my cock drags up and over her belly button. “The way you speak is so blunt,” she says, a little breathless. “You decide you want something—me, in this case—and you take it. I can’t decide if you’re driven or just entitled.”
“I don’t feel entitled to you, July. I just need to keep feeling like this.”
“Turned on?”
“Like I’m a human being,” I say through my teeth, lifting her between my body and the wall so I can rub my face in the curve of her neck, getting her sugar scent all over me, in my nose, in my head. “When you look at me, I’m no longer some ghost floating around, watching the normal people go about living their lives. It’s like…as soon as you sat down across from me, I materialized. You’re anchoring me back down into the real world, July, and I don’t…if I’m being too forward or too aggressive, it’s only because I can’t be polite about finally breathing again. You force me to breathe, if for no other reason than to go on looking at you.” I suck hard on the side of her neck and groan over the way her thighs tense in response. “I need you, baby. I need you.”
CHAPTER
FOUR
July
The train has always been a necessary evil.
It’s loud and crowded and perpetually running late.
I’m never going to look at it the same way again.
Theo has me pinned in the corner on my tiptoes and lord help me, if there was room, I think I might wrap my legs around his waist. Right here on the train.
This, coming from a woman who can barely get the courage to speak to a man.
Before Theo, at least.
As he takes another long, groaning drag of my neck, his hands dragging around to my backside and kneading it like pizza dough, I realize I’m feeling sexy for the first time in my whole entire life. Even sort of…daring. Theo’s frankness when speaking about me and my body and his blatant hunger for it…it’s having an effect.
You’re the only woman who can get me hard or make me come. I think you know exactly what I want to do to you.
Judging by his prolific erection and the way he moans low and animalistic in his throat every time the train rocks him against my belly, I’d say he wants to come home with me. And take me to bed. Post haste.
Am I ready for that?
I didn’t even know this man before lunchtime.
He wasn’t even my scheduled date!
His mouth fastens beneath my ear and a rush of sticky heat presents itself between my thighs. Wetness round two of the day, all thanks to this man, who I barely know. But he’s a man I feel…something for.
Attraction, yes. Obviously. Serious, potent attraction. There’s something else, though, and it has manifested in my chest. Compassion for what he’s been through. Gratitude over his honesty. A growing fondness for his no-nonsense personality. Is it possible to be anything but blunt when one has been imprisoned for four years?
I’d do well to adopt more of his drive. Want something? Go get it.
If he presented an idea in front of a boardroom, best believe everyone would listen to this man who speaks with such conviction and experience. They’d be in awe.
Maybe he could show me his ways.
At first, that thought appears as more of a non-serious flight of fancy.
But it sticks.
I’ve only been in this man’s company twice and I’m already more confident in my appeal, my ability to be seen. What if he could give me the boost I need to walk into the boardroom on Friday and wow the clients…and Elsa, too?
“What are you thinking about?” Theo breathes in my ear. “I can practically hear the wheels turning. Also, your mouth is moving and no sound is coming out.”
“What? No, it’s not.”
“Yes, it is. Are you mapping out plans in that beautiful head?” He rolls our foreheads together, his breath heavy on my mouth. “And how do I make sure they involve me?”
I don’t know.
That’s the answer that comes to mind. Three words I say a lot, even when I know exactly what I want, because I’m afraid to be pushy or seem too ambitious or a million different characteristics that people deem negative when applied to women. But Theo, he’s looking at me and waiting, because he truly wants to know what I’m thinking.
What I want.
“Um…”
Those eyes bore into mine. “What, baby?”
I take a deep breath. “I’ve never felt as capable and confident and…hot as I do than when you’re looking at me.”