Total pages in book: 60
Estimated words: 60711 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 304(@200wpm)___ 243(@250wpm)___ 202(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 60711 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 304(@200wpm)___ 243(@250wpm)___ 202(@300wpm)
His mouth trailed down her throat. His hands found the zipper at the back of her dress, drawing it down with agonizing slowness. Cool air kissed her bare skin as he peeled the fabric away, exposing the white lace beneath.
“Every inch of you...”
The words were reverent, almost pained.
“I can’t believe you’re mine.”
His mouth found the peak of her breast through the lace, and she arched off the bed with a cry.
“That’s it.” His voice was a dark purr against her sensitized flesh. “Let me hear you.”
He lavished attention on one breast, then the other, his tongue tracing patterns that made her writhe. When his teeth scraped gently against her nipple, she shattered—her whole body convulsing with pleasure so intense it bordered on pain.
But he wasn’t done.
His mouth moved lower, trailing kisses down her stomach. His fingers hooked into the waistband of her underwear, and she should have felt self-conscious—should have felt something other than desperate, aching need—
But Paul was looking at her like she was the most beautiful thing he’d ever seen.
“I need to taste you.” He was asking permission. Even now. “Let me taste you.”
“Yes.” The word came out broken. “Please—”
His mouth descended, his tongue parting her slick folds, and Andie’s world exploded.
She’d read about this in her romance novels. But reading was nothing—nothing—compared to the reality of Paul’s mouth on her most intimate flesh, his tongue stroking and teasing in ways that made her sob his name.
Her fingers drove through his hair. Her thighs trembled around his head. And when he found that hidden bundle of nerves and sucked—
She shattered completely, her body arching as waves of pleasure crashed through her.
When she finally came back to herself, Paul had moved up her body, his forehead pressed to hers.
“I need to be inside you.” The words were rough, desperate. “Andromeda. I need—”
“Yes.” She was reaching for his belt, fumbling with the buckle. “Yes, now—”
“Ladies and gentlemen, this is your captain speaking. We’ll be beginning our descent into Aspen in approximately fifteen minutes. Please return to your seats and fasten your seatbelts.”
They both froze.
Paul’s head dropped to her shoulder, and the sound that escaped him was somewhere between a groan and a curse.
“You have got to be kidding me.”
Andie bit her lip, trying not to laugh. And failing.
“It’s not funny,” Paul growled.
“It’s a little funny.”
But he was smiling—actually smiling—as he pulled back to look at her. His hair was a mess, his composure thoroughly destroyed.
He looked human.
He looked...hers.
Or at least that was what he looked about half an hour ago.
Now, though?
“Are we there yet?”
She had no idea...since Paul had her on blindfold even before leaving the jet. All she could figure out since then was that he had bundled her inside another car, and they were on their way to somewhere...up, with how Andie could feel the car climbing, the road winding in switchbacks and causing her to press against Paul’s side with every turn.
“Patience, koukla mou.”
Andie made a face, which he presumably saw since she heard him chuckle after a moment. In situations like this, patience wasn’t her strongest suit at all.
More minutes passed, and she noticed the air turning colder, carrying the scent of pine and snow.
Mountains then, Andie thought. They were driving up a mountain.
The drive seemed to take forever before the car finally rolled to a stop.
“Keep your eyes closed,” Paul instructed as he helped her out. Cold air hit her immediately—sharp, clean, carrying the particular silence that only came with snow.
“Ready?”
She nodded.
The blindfold fell away.
“Oh my goodness.”
A...castle?
As in...an actual castle, rising from the mountainside like something out of a fever dream. Stone towers and pointed spires and massive wooden doors and gargoyles perched on corners.
Behind her, the sun was setting over the Colorado Rockies, painting the snow-capped peaks in shades of pink and gold.
“I rented it for the night,” Paul said. “But I can purchase it. If you want to live here.”
She could only laugh and shake her head. Either that...or start questioning her sanity.
Didn’t he realize how insanely unreal he sounded, asking her if she wanted him to buy a castle like he was asking her if she wanted a cheeseburger?
“I noticed in the bookstore that you seemed partial to fantasy. The special editions you were looking at—they were all romantasies.”
Oh, this man.
She so loved that he had noticed the little things about her.
But...
To rent a castle just because she loved romantasies?
She had never thought of herself as a gold-digger, but now she wasn’t sure. It felt as if she was starting to fall in love with him, but was that because he was Paul being Paul...or was it because he was a billionaire?
Please don’t let me mess this up, God.
Paul guided her inside, and her knees nearly buckled.
Wow, oh wow.
The interior was like stepping into one of her books. Stone walls hung with tapestries. Chandeliers dripping with crystals. Fireplaces large enough to roast an ox. And in the dressing room, a selection of Renaissance gowns hung waiting: velvet and brocade and silk, in jewel tones that gleamed like precious stones.