Total pages in book: 96
Estimated words: 91402 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 457(@200wpm)___ 366(@250wpm)___ 305(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 91402 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 457(@200wpm)___ 366(@250wpm)___ 305(@300wpm)
He pulled away, breaking our kiss only for a moment, and hurried to kneel on the floorboard facing me. As soon as he settled on his knees, he dragged me across the leather back seat so I was centered around him. He set the flat of his palms on my thighs and pushed them upward, urging the fabric of my skirt toward my waist so my legs could open wide enough to accommodate him.
“Shawn,” I whispered, drunk with lust.
And then I felt something I hadn’t in years—a man hard between my legs.
My heart fluttered and blood roared through my head, muffling the sound of my ragged breathing. He gripped my hips and shifted me to the edge of the seat toward him, so I was slumped down and pressed firmly and intimately against him.
Where I could feel every impressive inch of how badly he wanted me. The pleasurable grind of his body against mine made sparks crack across every nerve ending, and the moan I let out was so loud and deep, a victorious smile blazed across his face.
We were only a heartbeat and a zipper away from sex, and there was a stranger less than five feet away, only black glass separating us.
“You’ve done a great job of proving I’m not irresistible,” he mocked, his lips by the shell of my ear. “You can continue proving it in your hotel room.”
“No,” I gasped, and reality splashed on me like cold water. My hands were on his chest, finding it hard beneath his suit. I’d put them there to push him away, but they remained, feeling the steady thump of his heartbeat. “You’ve made your point.”
“Which is?”
His kiss filled me with so much desire I shuddered. “That you can turn me on when I don’t want you to.”
“You keep lying to yourself—”
Finally, I found the frustration I wanted to feel, and it trickled into my voice. “You’ve convinced my body to want this, but not my mind.”
He leaned back, taking the heat away, and left me staring up at him, my skirt riding high and just barely covering my underwear. I felt exposed and vulnerable, but he didn’t seem to notice. His face had gone blank, as if my statement had taken his brain offline.
There was a small part of me that wanted to wrap his tie in my fist and pull him back to me. But he’d stopped so abruptly, it made me nervous.
“What?” I asked and dimly realized the car wasn’t moving anymore. How had we made the trip so fast, and in the rain? It wasn’t possible. Oh, God, I’d lost all track of time once he’d descended upon me.
“I can do that,” he said, his voice unsteady. As if unsure. “I can convince your mind, too.”
“Good luck with that,” I eked out.
I sat up and pushed my skirt down, then wrapped my jacket closed. The more layers between us right now, the better. And I meant it, too. He had a significant mountain to climb to change my view on him.
My breathing slowed to almost normal, making me believe I could do this. I could climb out of his car and get him to stay there. My words had stunned him, maybe even wounded his continent-sized ego—
One look said that was doubtful. He flashed a brilliant smile. “I don’t need luck.”
My hand shook as I grabbed my laptop bag off the floor and slung the strap over my shoulder. I reached for the door, but he placed his hands on my waist.
“Am I coming up?” He claimed my mouth once again, and this kiss tasted like sin with a side of persuasion. Even through my coat, I could feel the heat of his hands on my waist.
I tore my mouth away. “I don’t think so.”
Would he accept my answer, or make me stay right where I was? Surely, he knew he had that power. His kiss was intoxicating, and I suspected one more taste was all it’d take for me to give in.
“Very well.” He looked disappointed, but only for a split second. “Ich werde Sie bald sehen.”
Whatever that meant. I didn’t say goodbye. Instead, I fled from the car without looking back.
It wasn’t until I was in my hotel room and flung face down on the bed that I could breathe again. I hadn’t gotten over the jet lag and needed sleep. That and the incident with Scott was why I had waffled so badly. If I weren’t so emotionally and physically exhausted, I’d be immune to him. Maybe immune wasn’t the right word. Resistant, perhaps.
We hadn’t taken our clothes off. We’d done nothing more than kiss, and Shawn had barely touched me. And still, the encounter had left me desperate and shaky. Filled with need for him. Wanting him.
It had easily been the hottest twenty minutes of my life.