Total pages in book: 119
Estimated words: 113330 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 567(@200wpm)___ 453(@250wpm)___ 378(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 113330 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 567(@200wpm)___ 453(@250wpm)___ 378(@300wpm)
The silence between us becomes thick with sexual tension and words left unspoken. Finally, with Iris’s eyes locked with mine, she chokes out, “Maybe we could both sleep in the bed. Or not sleep. If you . . . know what I mean.”
Oh my fucking God. She’s adorable.
“I’d like that, but I don’t want you thinking you need to share a bed with me as a requirement to stay here. Like I said, I’m more than happy to sleep on the couch.”
“No, I . . . I wouldn’t want you to do that.”
“You wouldn’t, or you don’t?”
“I don’t.”
I lean in and hold her gaze. “What do you want, Iris? Tell me clearly.”
Her cheeks burst with color. Her chest rises and falls. “You.”
With a satisfied grin, I take Iris’s pretty face in my palms and wordlessly do the thing I’ve been dying to do for quite some time now—ever since I saw her naked thighs spread wide and her head slung back: I press my lips to hers. When Iris responds enthusiastically, I open her lips with mine and gently swirl my tongue with hers, making her softly moan.
In short order, our kissing ramps up into a full-blown make-out session. Until soon, I’ve got Iris on her back on the couch and she’s got her thighs around my hips. As we kiss, we urgently grind against each other. Run greedy fingers through hair. Moan softly with arousal and anticipation. I’m sure we’re both a bit tipsy by now, but I don’t think that’s the source of the electricity coursing between us. Rather, I think the wild, crackling chemistry I’m feeling with Iris is nothing but good, old-fashioned lust.
“Do you want to move this into the bedroom?” I gasp out hoarsely, feeling overcome by my scorching attraction.
“Yes,” Iris blurts. “I need to take a shower, though. I’m covered in airplane air.”
I nuzzle her nose with mine. “Take your time, sweetheart. I’ll wait for you in bed.”
“Naked?”
“If that’s okay with you.”
“It’s all I want.”
I chuckle. “Then that’s what you’ll get.” I brush my lips against her ear, making her shudder. “I’m gonna make you feel so fucking good, Iris. Just you wait.”
A soft moan escapes her mouth. “Do you have a condom?”
“I do.”
Breathing hard, Iris chokes out, “But do you have a lot of them, Roman? Because, honestly, I want to have as much sex as humanly possible with you tonight.”
Chapter 8
Iris
Tatiana: Where are you?
Me: In the bathroom with the door closed and the shower running. I’m supposed to be taking a shower before sliding into bed naked with him.
Tatiana: LOL. Iris, I say this with love, but you’re overthinking this.
Kaylee: Tati’s right. Now get into that shower and into that bed and have the best sex of your life, girlie!
Me: I’m nervous. I think I’ve somehow convinced him I’m a total sex kitten, and now I’m worried I won’t live up to the hype.
Kaylee: Snort. Sweetie, I say this with love, but there’s no way in hell that man thinks you’re a sex kitten. Sorry. Just be enthusiastic, and I promise he’ll think you’re amazing in bed.
Tatiana: ^^ THIS!
Me: I know I’ve never been a seductress before, but here, I swear I’m channeling my inner Kaylee. I brazenly seduced that man!
Kaylee: Woohoo! How’d you do it? Tell us so we can use your techniques.
Tatiana: Me, anyway. I don’t think you need any help, Kaylee.
Kaylee: Hey, it never hurts to switch things up.
Me: I looked him right in the eyes and said, “I want you, Roman.”
Tatiana: Atta girl! Confident, sexy, and clear. Nice!
Kaylee: *wipes a tear of pride* Our little girl’s grown up, Tati!
Me: Except that now I’m worried my mouth wrote a check my body can’t cash! What if it turns out I’ve never had an O with Brandon, not because he’s bad at sex like you both keep telling me, but because I am?
Kaylee: Impossible. Do you want to have sex with this man?
Me: So much, I’m in physical pain.
Kaylee: Then you’ll slay, as far as he’s concerned. Sorry to be blunt about it, but as long as you’re wet and into it, he’ll think you’re a goddess.
Tatiana: ^^ This. Let the hottie lead the way, let loose, stop overthinking it, and I promise, you’ll both have a stupendous time.
Kaylee: Now get into that shower and into that man’s bed and get yourself railed and scrambled for the first time, babyyyyy!
My hair is wet and towel dried. My skin is covered in goosebumps, despite the pleasant temperature of the bedroom. I’m doing my best to sashay confidently toward Roman’s naked, prostrate frame on the bed, but as I clutch the white hotel towel wrapped around my torso, I’m pretty sure I look more like the trombone player in a marching band than a femme fatale.
Roman has pulled back the palm-tree-covered duvet and top sheet to reveal every inch of his naked, tanned skin. His abs are cut. His legs look powerful. His cock is rock-hard and straining—and so much bigger than it looked when it was hanging flaccidly between his thighs. Either Brandon was on the small side—rather than average like I’ve always presumed—or this guy is hung like a horse. Will that thing even fit inside me?