Total pages in book: 39
Estimated words: 36177 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 181(@200wpm)___ 145(@250wpm)___ 121(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 36177 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 181(@200wpm)___ 145(@250wpm)___ 121(@300wpm)
Conor rubbed the back of his neck. The movement brought my attention to his smooth, tan skin and made me want to lick the sexy hollow of his throat. Ugh, I needed to compose myself. Quit it with the slutty ideas!
“Yeah, just a few things that I needed to take care of.” He paused, studying me now. “Don’t tell me you’re off to bed already?”
“I know it’s early, but your sister plied me with wine and now I’m ready to keel over.” Right as I said it, I lost my footing and might have fallen only Conor reached out to steady me, his arm swooping around my waist. His hard body against mine was a temptation I didn’t need right then.
His smile deepened as he tilted his head, bringing his mouth to my ear and whispering, “Are you drunk, Yvonne?”
“A little, but that doesn’t mean you can work your charms. I’m a woman of the world. I know what you’re doing when you whisper in my ear like that,” I said, pointing a finger into his chest. His very nice, hard chest. “Just because I’m drunk doesn’t make me easy pickings, Conor Abrahams. It’ll take a lot more than your sexy whispers to turn me on.”
He chuckled low. “Is that right? I bet I could get your engines revving if I tried hard enough.”
He tickled my hips, soliciting a peel of laughter before I managed to straighten, backing away from him. “Not likely. I doubt you’d even be able to get the windows defrosted.”
Conor moved closer, a sexy gleam in his eyes as he crowded me against the wall right next to his door. “Oh, they’ll be defrosted. They’ll be crystal fucking clear by the time I’m done,” he teased, grinning as he lowered his mouth to my neck, whispering his lips over my pulse point. I pressed my palm flat to his chest, a final vestige of my self-control, though I couldn’t prevent a shaky moan from escaping.
“Let’s go into my room,” he said, full of urgency as he pressed his mouth to my neck fully, his lips caressing, tongue licking. It was almost too heavenly to resist. Almost.
It took every ounce of willpower I had left to push him away. I slipped out from against the wall and moved down the hallway. “As tempting as that sounds, I have a bed of my own to be getting to.”
He pressed his lips together, his eyes burning with desire as I continued backing away down the hallway.
“You’re nothing but a tease, Yvonne Flynn,” he said, smiling wide as he watched me go.
I couldn’t help smiling back. “Just trying to protect my virtue.”
And with that, I hurried to my room before I lost the battle to crash my lips against his and not come up for air until dawn.
***
I woke on Christmas morning with a terrible hangover. It served me right drinking all that red wine. It took a long, hot shower, several glasses of water and a double shot of espresso before I felt like the living again. The house was a flurry of activity and I sat curled up on the couch in the living room after dinner, just enjoying being surrounded by people on Christmas. It made for a pleasant change.
I was reading a biography of Leonardo Da Vinci that had just come out. Evelyn had gotten it for me as a gift, alongside a Gucci perfume set. We’d just finished eating dinner and I was stuffed to the gills. Conor had been shooting me sexy looks all day, devouring me with his eyes. It was all I could do not to break and lead him into a private room, where I could finally do all the things I’d been daydreaming about since the day in his office.
Speak of the devil, he lowered onto the couch next to me, lifting my book momentarily to see what I was reading. Then he placed it back down before he gently rested his head on my shoulder and let out a low groan, “I think I may have eaten too much,” he said and rubbed his stomach. “I’m feeling bloated.”
I chuckled. “Serves you right for overdoing it.”
“Go on, laugh at my pain,” he retorted, turning his face into my neck just slightly, his nose nuzzling. I gasped. No one was paying us any attention but I was still shocked by the move. “You smell so good,” he whispered with another groan.
I inhaled sharply when his hand went to my knee and ran lightly up my thigh. The faint pressure of his fingers sent pleasurable tingles shooting between my legs. This entire day had been a lesson in willpower. Just the way he looked at me turned me on. I felt him scrape his teeth along my earlobe and it was all I could do to remain quiet. Finally, he seemed to remember we had company and drew away, sitting up straight. My heart was racing.