Total pages in book: 34
Estimated words: 32155 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 161(@200wpm)___ 129(@250wpm)___ 107(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 32155 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 161(@200wpm)___ 129(@250wpm)___ 107(@300wpm)
“Why do I suspect you’ll still be worrying?” I ask.
“Because that’s my job. But I can assure you nobody’s going to be breaking down your door. And Ian’s got connections with people he trusts to get us a room. It’s all good.”
“I am not going to complain.” We exit the car, leaving it with the valet, the only choice, and stride into the lobby.
The hotel is a far cry from the roadside motels we stayed in up until now, and I take in the mirrored and gold-plated walls, crystal chandeliers, and marble floors. I know this is a five-star hotel, and if it means my safety and it gives Shane a night to relax a little, I am all for the expense.
Check-in is easy, as promised. Ian already arranged for the room on the lowest floor, giving us a stairwell escape route should it become necessary.
Once in the room, Shane locks the door and flips the security bar, a bonus we didn’t have in previous places.
I take in the king-sized bed, something Shane requested and received, and grin. I know we’ll make good use of the large mattress. The one thing I’ve discovered is that my bodyguard and I are extremely sexually compatible. That is a big deal I’ve never truly had with another man. Sex? Yes. Explosive orgasms? No.
Speaking of orgasms, there is no point in wasting this luxury. I glance over my shoulder at Shane, who put his bag on the bed and is studying the room. So intent. It is time for him to relax.
“We can eat in the restaurant downstairs,” he says, planning ahead as always. “Or order in room service.”
“Either sounds good, but I think I’d like a shower first. Wash off the grimy feeling of being in the car for hours.” I bite down on my lower lip. “Care to join me?” I ask in my most provocative voice.
His gaze darkens at the suggestion. “I think that can be arranged,” he says in a husky voice.
I pull my shirt over my head and walk to the bathroom, feeling the heat of his gaze on my back as I walk.
The bathroom is large and luxurious, spa products set up on the countertop and in the open shower with the overhead rain showerhead. I turn on the water and undress the rest of the way, stepping underneath. The warm drops cascade over me. I feel so good and tip my head back, wash and condition my hair, and am rinsing it out when I feel the heat of Shane’s body as he joins me.
He steps in, coming up behind me and wrapping his arms around me, his big hands cupping my breasts.
“Mmm.” I lean my head back against his shoulder and sigh in aroused delight.
I wonder what it would be like to have this kind of time with Shane without the pressure of being followed and on the run. For the next two days, at least, we can pretend there is no one else around.
He reaches for a small bottle on the shelf and pours a nice amount of scented liquid into his hand before returning to his task. Now soapy, he lathers my body. Starting with my breasts, he takes the time to cup the full mounds in his hands and pluck my nipples with his fingertips, rolling them around, causing waves of desire to ripple through me.
My sex clenches with yearning, and I turn in his arms. He backs me against the wall, kissing me hard, his hand sliding down my side, my hip, and around to my stomach. His fingers dip downward, gliding through my folds, my sex damp, and not just from the water. His fingertips are rough and feel good against my slick flesh.
One finger penetrates me, and I suck in a shallow breath. He adds a second, and I tip my head, hitting it on the wall behind me. But I can’t focus on that slight pain when the incredible sensations being delivered are so intense. Every pump of his fingers hits a sweet spot inside me, and pleasure builds quickly, white sparks of desire flickering behind my eyes.
“You’re going to come, and I’m going to watch,” he says in a gruff tone, his voice a turn-on along with his words.
I so am.
I just don’t expect what comes next. He drops to his knees, braces his hands on my thighs, and buries his face between my legs. His tongue lashes my clit. Over and over, he licks, sucks, and teases the nub with his teeth, soothing again with his tongue. I grasp his head, pulling at his hair, while at the same time holding him in place, never wanting the powerful sensations to end.
I gasp, pant, and lose all sense of time and place as the sudden orgasm overtakes me, bringing me up and over the edge. I cry out, invoking his name, God’s name, and a host of other things I can’t recall by the time I sag against the wall, dazed and satisfied.