Total pages in book: 27
Estimated words: 25855 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 129(@200wpm)___ 103(@250wpm)___ 86(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 25855 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 129(@200wpm)___ 103(@250wpm)___ 86(@300wpm)
Sebastian nods before gesturing for me to take the passenger seat. “I’ll be right there.”
I settle in and watch them talk through the window. They end the brief exchange on a series of brotherly back pats, and then Sebastian slides behind the wheel.
“Where are we going?” I ask.
He shoots me a smirky grin as he puts the car into gear. “To make some new history.”
Chapter Two
I haven’t felt this free since my parents were alive. With the top down, wind in my hair, and Sebastian’s presence just inches away, I close my eyes and enjoy the ride. The island is bigger than I realized, and as he speeds along the highway at the opposite end of the estate, the ocean waves roaring in my ears, part of me wishes I’d explored this side of the island sooner, but I’m glad I’m seeing it for the first time with him.
His hand settles over my knee, and I open my eyes to find his brilliant gaze on me. It’s only two seconds before he returns his attention to the road, but he steals my breath with that glance. Yearning pulls at me between the legs, the sweet tension hot and aching with need. I’m afraid to move or even breathe, because if he slides that hand up my thigh, I might die from wanting him.
As if he knows what’s on my mind, he inches his fingers higher and slips them under the hem of my dress, giving my flesh a gentle squeeze. My breath quickens from his warm, possessive touch.
“Are you hungry?” he asks.
I shake my head, afraid to look at him. Afraid he’ll see how unhinged I am.
Truth is, I’m only hungry for him.
And he knows it. Muttering a curse heavenward, he presses on the gas pedal, and we lurch forward. All the while, his hand reaches higher until a finger disappears under the edge of my panties. Tilting my head back, I bite my lip to stifle a moan.
It escapes anyway, and the verbal proof of my desire disappears in the wind as he finds out exactly how wet I am for him. My breasts rise and fall fast beneath the seatbelt, and though the sun beats a wave of heat onto us, I’m certain my cheeks flush hotter than the rosiest of sun-kissed skin.
His attention remains fixed on the road, but he’s not impervious.
Not even the slightest.
Jawline rigid, he white-knuckles the steering wheel.
“How much longer?” I ask, raising my voice an octave so he’ll hear me above the noise of the road.
“A little impatient, are you?” His retort taunts me as he teases the length of my wet slit.
“And you’re not?” I shoot back with attitude, despite it taking a massive amount of willpower to shove his hand away. I cross my legs and resist the urge to squirm. Damn him and his devious fingers.
And damn Vance and his anal toy that’s making me achingly aware of what Sebastian plans to do.
“Oh, I’m impatient,” he says with a grin. “But I’ve had plenty of practice at delayed gratification.”
Great. I’ve had over a month of pent-up sexual tension building, and Sebastian decides now is the time to show off his impressive restraint. Letting out a breath of frustration, I force my gaze on the scenery. As we come down the rocky cliffs toward sea level, the sun arcs high in the sky, and there isn’t a cloud disturbing that vast cerulean canvas. It’s a beautiful day, with a hint of salt and serenity in the air. I’ve only felt this content a handful of times since I was a child.
I peek at Sebastian again, unable to avert my attention for more than a few seconds. He’s difficult to ignore, when he’s sitting so close, his arm grazing mine every so often. Underneath his fiery hard shell, I sense the stillness in him, a modicum of peace settling in as freedom spans on the horizon. I’m not sure why, but something’s shifted between us. Maybe he needed to get away from that circular prison as much as I did.
He tilts his head my way. “See something you want?”
I startle to awareness, realizing how I’ve been staring for the past mile or so. His full lips twitch, threatening a cocky smile, and I remember the way they felt on mine—lustful, impatient, decadent. I’m dying to taste him again.
“I was just thinking,” I say, still gawking at him. God, he’s beautiful.
“About?”
“Your mouth.”
He raises a brow as the car slows. “A little elaboration would be nice.”
“So would knowing where we’re going.”
Making a right turn, he laughs. “Another minute and you’ll find out.” Slowing to a cautious speed, he navigates down a narrow drive. Tall trees offer privacy and shade as a storybook cottage comes into view. An arched door made of distressed wood provides the main focal point, surrounded by sandstone siding. The gabled roof is a steep pitch over the front door in an asymmetrical design, giving the place a fairytale feel. Behind the cottage, I spy the vastness of the sea.