Total pages in book: 60
Estimated words: 53764 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 269(@200wpm)___ 215(@250wpm)___ 179(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 53764 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 269(@200wpm)___ 215(@250wpm)___ 179(@300wpm)
His head snapped away from her ears to land on her eyes again. "What?"
"I'm sorry-it's none of my business."
"You want to make it your business?" His eyes flared. "Say the word, baby."
"Never mind. I don't know why I asked."
His eyes narrowed on her, studying her. "What's upsetting you?"
"Really. Never mind. I don't know you well enough to ask--we're not involved that way."
"Okay. Here's the deal. You ask me one question--I'll answer it--but then, I get to ask you a question. Okay? We won't take it any further than that."
"All--all right."
He leaned back in his seat and stretched his arm out behind her. "Ask."
She dampened her dry lips with her tongue. "You seem dominant in the extreme. I just wanted to know--it scares me to think--I don't want to--"
His expression grew incredulous as he interrupted her disjointed speech with a bark of laughter. "No, I'm not kinky. Not the way you're thinking. You've been reading too much fiction." His finger reached out and twirled around a lock of her hair as he spoke. "I admit that I like to be in control. When you make it to my bed--and you will--I imagine you'll find I'm exactly the same as I am all the time. I don't like to be argued with--I like things the way I like them. I'm a bit spoiled that way. I'm no different in bed."
The lock of hair around his finger ran out of length and he began pulling on her--just forcefully enough that her torso twisted toward his and her hands fell on his chest, the distance between them gone. He continued, "No arguments in my bedroom. No arguments and we'll get along fine. The door closes and you're mine. You don't need to worry about anything. I'd damn sure never hurt you--I'm going to treat you like a princess, baby, and you'll never want to be anywhere else." His gaze raked boldly over her and it took all of her concentration to maintain the few inches between them, and not let her arms fall completely over his chest.
She was already so totally infatuated with him that she was scared he was completely right. Once she made it to his bedroom, she'd never want to be anywhere else.
"Do you understand, Natalie?"
"Yes."
"That's good. Now it's my turn for a question." His hand left her hair and moved down her shoulder to settle on the curve of her breast over her dress. His other arm wrapped around her waist and lifted her over him until her legs straddled his lap. He began caressing her with steady strokes. Natalie's throat tightened as he peeled down a shoulder strap and bared a breast. She felt the cool evening air on her naked flesh.
He sucked in oxygen through his teeth as he glanced down at it. Looking back up into eyes that were glued to him, he slid his thumb over her nipple, lightly caressing it and bringing damp heat between her legs.
Her head began to drop down to his shoulder, but he anticipated her move and nudged her chin back up and then sank his mouth down over hers. His tongue moved deep into the recesses of her mouth and she began to squirm against him. Her breathing grew shallow to match his, and her pelvis pushed softly against him with a movement she couldn't seem to control.
She moaned softly into his mouth, and at the sound, his fingers became rougher against her nipple, pinching and pulling her pink flesh. They kissed heatedly, and her heart thumped erratically in her chest, her proximity to him and his kisses going to her head and making her desire skyrocket out of control.
He lifted his mouth from hers, breathing raggedly, and took his hand from her breast and slid it unerringly down her side to fall on her thigh. He lifted her dress, slid his hand to the silk covering her mound and pushed the elastic aside. He cupped her wet heat from behind, sliding his finger through her slit and opening her up to him.
He teased her tight opening with his blunt finger and said in a raspy voice, "Look at me."
Natalie raised her head from where it had fallen to his shoulder and opened her eyes. Tearing up her bottom lip with her teeth, she pushed against him, her movements frantic.
He continued the soft teasing with his finger, his eyes holding hers, but he didn't say anything.
Natalie tried with only limited success to stop her hips from undulating against him. She attempted to distract him from the dangerous, erotic turn of the night. "I thought you were going to ask--ask me a question."
"I am."
Her womb clenched and a new flood of damp heat had her pushing against him again. "What?" she managed to ask in a whisper.
He held her eyes for one beat, two beats, and then three as he circled her wet opening. "You think I can make you come with one finger?" As he said it, his finger plunged inside.