Total pages in book: 145
Estimated words: 136731 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 684(@200wpm)___ 547(@250wpm)___ 456(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 136731 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 684(@200wpm)___ 547(@250wpm)___ 456(@300wpm)
Where would I go?
Currently, I was a walking target. Not to mention I had no money, no clothes, not a friend in the world.
My chances out there, on my own, were far worse than they were in here, with Julius.
I tiptoed into his bedroom and undressed with ease, walking into his closet and taking my time at picking something more comfortable to slip into. When I looked down at myself, I closed my eyes and swallowed hard, telling myself that this was all I had left in my artillery.
Ling was gone. Who knew when she’d return? I was hoping it was later rather than sooner, because she was a bitch, and she was a bitch who made her stance on me quite clear.
She fucking hated me.
Now, as I stand at the kitchen sink, looking out into the sterile but neat yard, I vow to do what I can to give myself the upper hand.
The soft padding of his feet stepping closer has my heart racing.
I can do this.
I feel his gaze on me before he even speaks. “What are you doing, Ana?” His question weighs just about more than I can carry.
My heel throbs as I turn slowly and he looks down at my ensemble, his eyes raking over every visible part of me, where they hood sensually.
“Oh, baby.” He takes a predatory step closer, lifts his eyes to mine and lets out a soft growl. “That was a very bad idea.”
The way he looks at me alone is enough for my body to shudder delightfully. I can’t seem to get my mouth to function. All I can do is preen under his observant gaze and let out a breathy sigh.
The air sizzles with a muted hum and with every slow, calculated step toward me, my heart beats faster and faster until I feel about ready to pass out from the pressure his presence exerts. I swallow hard and my mouth parts lightly. I push back against the kitchen counter holding myself up.
He’s too much and with the gentle crease of his smiling eyes, he knows it.
With a single step forward, he crowds me, towering over me, but his presence isn’t intimidating in the least. His words are warm, oozing honey. “You sure about this, little sparrow?” His fingertips start at my elbow and trail downward. His long fingers pause then snake around my wrist, holding me firmly in place.
No. Not intimidating at all.
My eyes flutter with pent-up lust, and I tilt my head back to look up at him, blinking dreamily. My gaze lands on his full lips, and I take in his semi-guarded expression. My lips dry, my tongue darts out to wet them, and I nod in silent permission. He releases my wrist and the loss of contact almost has me crying out in mourning.
His face softening marginally in acceptance as he bends at the knees, placing his hands on my hips, and with one smooth move, he lifts me onto the cold countertop. My body breaks out in gooseflesh. He shuffles closer, his body moving into the open space between my thighs, attempting to get as close as physics will allow. His large hands slide from my hips, around to squeeze my ass, and my hands come up to hold onto his shoulders, a gentle flush heating my cheeks.
He keeps me here, close, in this off-kilter embrace and his cool, blue eyes never leave mine as hands roam my body, caressing and kneading at my soft flesh. His touch is electric, and I find myself biting my lip to keep from the embarrassment of moaning at his mere touch.
I’m burning up inside. The hot area between my thighs throbs delicately.
My hips, my thighs, my back, shoulder, and neck… none of these places are safe from his erotic massage.
Julius brings his forehead to mine, closing his eyes as his wonderful hands slide down my back to rest on my hips. He stills a moment before inching closer. Frustration has me attempting to shuffle closer, but he holds me tight. I lift my face to his and my top lip brushes his full bottom one. My heart pounds and my hands begin to shake. I squeeze at his shoulders almost painfully.
Enough foreplay.
I need his mouth more than I need my next breath.
He pulls away an inch and his hand comes up to cup my cheek, his thumb running gently but firmly over my parted lips. My hands slide down off his shoulders, down his material-covered chest, my nails softly scratching over his ribs until I am where I want to be.
Holy shit, I am this close to an orgasm.
My God, Julius is more than I expected. More than I bargained for.
The hem of his white cotton tee is lifted by deft fingers, up and over his head, forcing my nimble hands to release him a single moment before I clutch at his shoulders once more.