Total pages in book: 91
Estimated words: 86068 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 430(@200wpm)___ 344(@250wpm)___ 287(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 86068 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 430(@200wpm)___ 344(@250wpm)___ 287(@300wpm)
That triggers something fierce in me. What I feel in that moment is pure desire. She is so close to offering herself to me in the rawest, most intoxicating way. And I want it. I want her. I know I can rock her world.
“Well then, George is a bigger fool than I thought. I’m here if you want to find out what sex with someone else would be like. The ball’s in your court, baby.”
“Just sex? No promises. No expectations.”
“Just sex. No promises. No expectations,” I lie softly.
Her eyes flick to mine, measuring, weighing, and I see that flash of decision, the flicker of daring, of wanting even if it’s dangerous.
“I still want George back,” she says softly. “But you’re right. He forfeited my loyalty with his actions, and there is definitely something between us. Yes, I do want you, what woman wouldn’t, but it’ll probably just be this once tonight. Are you ok with that?”
I hide the ferocious jealousy that spikes in my chest. No, I’m not fucking ok with that. I’m giving her back to George, but if that’s all she’s offering tonight, then I’ll take it for now. But I’ll find a way to make her fall for me. Before we return to London, I’ll rip those rose-tinted glasses off her eyes. I will make her see George for who he is. A man who is not in love with her. I will show her that she is casting pearls before swine. And I will make her see that she is not in love with him either.
“Sure, we’ll do it on your terms. No pressure. No complications. But I’ll be damned if I don’t make it the best experience you’ve ever had.” I pause and grin wolfishly. “And if you go and fall in love with me, then that’s on you.”
Her eyes are enormous, and her breath catches in her throat. “Deal.”
I pull her closer to me, and she shivers against me. Our lips meet again, softer this time, teasing, exploring. Her hands trail over my chest, and move higher, her fingers deftly finding the line of my jaw, the curve of my shoulders. My hands reach down over the contours of her back, pulling her body so tight, my raging cock digs into her flesh.
We savor every second of our kiss until we reach the hallway to my bedroom. Somehow, it unleashes something in us, and our movements become frenzied with ravenousness, our hands groping at each other frantically, our clothes flying off as we devour each other’s mouths.
By the time we reach my bedroom door, we are both buck naked, and my cock is so hard it’s throbbing like a wild animal. I can’t wait to touch Pippa. To taste her. I smell her lust. She’s more than ready for me.
With her clothes gone, her breasts are glorious. For a second, I stop and stare at the sight. Then she pushes them against my chest, skin to skin, and writhes against me. My hands run greedily across her naked back, traipsing downwards, gripping and squeezing her bare ass almost as if I’m trying to pull her into me.
She bites her lip, her eyes dark with desire. I feel rather than hear the low growl that escapes me. I tug her inside my moonlit bedroom and kick the door closed behind us.
“Rhett,” she murmurs. It’s a whisper of surrender. Her hands explore me, tentative at first, then with growing confidence, and I respond in kind, tracing the line of her hips, the curve of her waist.
Every touch, every brush of our lips, every whispered moan brings us closer, the tension between us snapping like a live wire. She’s yielding, yes, but with a spark of defiance, reminding me that she’s in control, even as we both teeter on the edge of surrender.
Silvery colored shadows across the walls watch as I suddenly scoop her up into my arms. She gasps and laughs softly, and the sound is laced with breathless excitement. There’s a tremor of anticipation in it that echoes inside me too.
I drop her on the bed, and as I get the rubber on, I watch her bounce. Gorgeous. Just gorgeous. Deeply buried in plump pillows, her eyes find mine, sparkling and full of expectation. I crawl onto the bed beside her. Brushing a strand of hair from her face, I let my hands roam freely, exploring, memorizing her throat, her breasts, her stomach. Everything is mine. And not just for tonight.
I lean down to kiss her neck, tasting the intoxicating warmth of her skin. Slowly, I suck the soft skin. When she looks in the mirror tomorrow, she will know she is mine. She arches herself towards me, her lips parting in a soft gasp. I leave her neck and return to that open mouth. Hunger. I taste her hunger, and it is heady.