Total pages in book: 94
Estimated words: 86972 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 435(@200wpm)___ 348(@250wpm)___ 290(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 86972 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 435(@200wpm)___ 348(@250wpm)___ 290(@300wpm)
Saul opened the door and I stepped inside then shivered from the cool temperature of the house against my still damp body. The living room was empty. The other two must have cleared out after Fleur’s visit.
“Come on,” Saul said and his hand rested on my lower back as he led me back to the stairs. I was thankful I would be getting on dry clothing, but it also felt as if this evening was about to end. As much as I didn’t want it to, I also knew it was probably for the best. Saul’s mood was dark again and after dealing with Fleur, I was sure he wanted to be alone.
He didn’t stop at the room my clothes were in and I glanced up at him confused. His gaze met mine. “Your things are in my room,” he replied and we kept going down the hallway toward a door at the very end that was closed.
He had moved my things. When had he done that?
When we reached the last door, he opened it and stepped back so I could go inside first. I moved past him and into the room. It was huge. The ceiling was vaulted, making it appear even larger. A king-size bed sat in the center of the room. There was a black leather sofa to the right and a bar stool in the far corner. Beside it was a guitar on a stand and I paused a moment and studied that. The guitar case was on the ground beside it and was open.
“This way,” Saul said to me and began moving toward the door that was on the left wall. He opened the door and an equally impressive bathroom was inside, complete with a Jacuzzi tub and a shower that reminded me of a rock cave or something underneath a waterfall. My bag was sitting on the white marble countertop.
I glanced back at Saul who was standing at the door watching me. “If you need anything let me know.”
I nodded but said nothing and he closed the door. The idea of taking a bath in his massive tub was tempting, but there was no way I was getting in there. I hurried and changed into my dry clothing then put the bikini I was wearing over the edge of his tub to let it dry some until I left.
Looking in the mirror, I ran a hand through my damp hair and sighed at my reflection. I wasn’t going to stand here and critique myself. I walked over to the door and opened it up to find Saul sitting on the edge of the bed with a television remote in his hand. I hadn’t noticed the large flat screen on the wall when we walked in since it had been behind us. He had changed too and was wearing a black tee shirt and a pair of white shorts. He turned his head to look at me and then patted the spot beside him.
I walked over and sat down. He reached out and twirled one of my strands of hair around his finger. “I like your hair wet,” he said as he slowly played with the strand.
I liked his hair wet too, but I didn’t say it.
“I don’t want you to leave,” he said as his baby blue gaze locked on mine.
“Okay,” I replied hesitantly. Not exactly sure what he meant. He didn’t want me to leave now, or tonight, or ever.
He smirked and dropped my hair to then run a thumb over my bottom lip. “When I’m with you, it’s different,” he said. “Nothing’s fucked up or twisted.”
I swallowed hard, having a difficult time staying focused when he began running his fingertips down my neck and along my collarbone.
“How is it that when you enter a room, nothing else matters anymore?” he asked me and my now shallow breathing was obvious.
“I don’t know,” I replied.
He grinned at me then and slid a finger under the strap of my dress. “I told myself I would just enjoy that, you being near and how it felt,” he said in a husky tone as he slid the strap off my shoulder. “I swore I would never do more than kiss you. I would keep you safe from me,” he said as he ran his palm over the top of my sundress and barely brushed my breasts underneath. His eyes dropped from mine to look at my chest.
“I lied. All the shit I swore I wouldn’t do, I lied,” he said and I wasn’t sure who he was talking to anymore. Me or him. I also needed more oxygen than I was getting. There was no way he didn’t feel my heart pounding against my chest. I could hear it.
“In the pool,” he said, moving to take the other strap off my shoulder. “I would have taken your bottoms off and fucked you right there. It was like I had snapped. The rest of the world was gone and all I could see was you,” he said then with one swift tug jerked my sundress down to my waist, leaving my breasts bared with nothing to cover them. “The entire time I was in here dealing with Fleur, my head was back in that pool with you, naked, straddling me.”