Total pages in book: 107
Estimated words: 98418 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 492(@200wpm)___ 394(@250wpm)___ 328(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 98418 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 492(@200wpm)___ 394(@250wpm)___ 328(@300wpm)
"Mmm, completely irresistible." He trails kisses down my stomach until he reaches the edge of my knickers, kissing along the seam mimicking my earlier actions.
He hooks his fingers into the lace at my hips and pulls them down my legs in one swift action. My breath hitches and then quickens. His gaze holds mine as his eyes blaze dangerously. My pulse hammers. I lean back into the pillow trying desperately to calm my wild reactions. I jump as his lips skim my inner thigh. Moisture pools between my legs making me squirm, desperate for relief. He chuckles a low throaty sound, before flicking his tongue over my sensitive clitoris. I moan incoherently at the contact. He loops his arms around my thighs pinning my back to the bed and my pelvis firmly in place. The sight of his dark head bent between my legs is enough to make me come on its own, let alone the torturous teasing of his tongue. Within moments it's too much and with one swift final flick of his tongue I come violently. The relief is heady and leaves me in a dream like haze.
Theo nips the inside of my thigh before leaning over me with a smug grin on his face.
"Better?"
"Much." I breathe.
"Making you come turns me on so much." He raises an eyebrow, his blue eyes twinkle mischievously. He gets up and heads to the bathroom, leaving me sated, yet desperate for more.
"Where are you going?" I moan.
"Cold shower." He replies as he shuts the bathroom door. He is impossible.
Later in the morning I go to the dance studio for an hour, I haven't been all week and it's killing me. After a thorough session I go back to Theo's, but get a text.
Molly: Fancy Lunch? El Diabolo's? xx.
Me: Sure. What time? xx
Molly: 1.30? xx
I check my watch, that's an hour. Other than my brief run in with Molly I haven't seen her. I miss her and George.
It's warm out today, for once the British summer is as it’s supposed to be, sunny. I wear a short navy blue summer dress and cowboy boots. Theo has already gone out to the garage, he's meeting Cat this afternoon and said he'd drop me off on the way.
"Wow, look at you." He beams when I get in the car.
"Thanks. I'm trying to expose my skin to some of this sunshine." I pull my enormous sunglasses on as the garage door opens. Theo looks typically good in his white shirt and chino's with his Ray Ban's.
"It's supposed to be even hotter tomorrow. I was thinking we could invite a few people over for a barbeque?" He smiles hopefully.
"As in your friends?” I ask. Things have been going really well, but I’m not sure I can deal with a meet and greet just yet.
“And yours.”
“Um, Theo isn’t that a bit of a statement. Don’t you think we should wait a few weeks…or month’s.” The panic must be written all over my face by this point.
“Lilly, it’s just a barbeque. Calm down and stop freaking out.” He rolls his eyes.
“I am not freaking out.” I grumble. I am totally freaking out.
“Good, barbeque it is then.” He turns around and backs the car out calling an end to the conversation. Great, just great.
I meet Molly at the Tapas bar around the corner from our flat.
I feel as though I haven't seen her in so long.
“I’ve missed you.” She squeals.
“I know. I’ve missed you too, and George.” We’re sat outside and the sun makes her hair shimmer like spun gold.
“Well, it’s only another week, and then you’ll be home right? You’re not moving in with him?” She looks at me as if daring me to say yes.
“Uh, no. I am not moving in with him. Jesus Mole. Like you said it’s been a week. I’m not that stupid.” I roll my eyes.
“You never know. I thought you might have gotten used to how the other half live.” She cocks an eyebrow.
“God, you make out as though we’re slumming it. You do realise we live in one of the most expensive areas of London.”
“Whatever. It’s not Belgravia.” Molly lives in a state of denial about our accommodation, what with her estranged father paying for most of it.
“No, but Theo’s house doesn’t have a park outside. Greenery is like gold around here you know.” I grin.
“Oh no. No greenery.” She feigns mock horror. “We shall just have to make do with an enormous house and a pool.” I laugh.
“Yeah yeah. It’s not mine remember. Give him grief. Anyway, Hugo’s apartment is just as nice.”
“Yeah, no pool though. He sucks. Although he did lend me one of his cars the other day.” She smiles wryly. "So, how is it going living with Millionaire arsehole anyway?" She asks casually. I laugh at her term.
"Really good actually, I really like him, which was unexpected."