Total pages in book: 155
Estimated words: 156029 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 780(@200wpm)___ 624(@250wpm)___ 520(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 156029 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 780(@200wpm)___ 624(@250wpm)___ 520(@300wpm)
Leaning down, he kisses me slowly and with just the right amount of pressure. He smiles as he tucks a piece of hair behind my ear.
“I’ve been through torture tonight watching you with him.”
“He’s just a friend.”
“Does he know that?” He takes my hand and leads me farther into the apartment.
This is my house. I should take the lead—be brave for once.
“Would you like a drink?” I ask with fake confidence.
He kisses my fingertips, his eyes locked on mine. “Please.”
Oh, he’s just so…
I guide him to the kitchen where he stops me and spins me toward him again. I stare up at him and feel the air leaving my lungs. Spencer has this intensity about him that I’ve never seen on him before tonight. I don’t know if it’s because we are completely alone for the first time, because we’re sneaking around, or because we’re in my apartment and we both know that anything could happen. But everything feels magnified tonight. Every glance, every smile, every touch.
Perhaps it’s my nerves that are making everything seem so… extreme.
He takes my face in his hands. “I have to kiss you. It’s been too long since I’ve felt your lips.” His mouth dusts mine, and his tongue slowly slides out and runs across my lips. I feel the thrill of it all the way to my toes. He goes deeper and his tongue connects with mine, softly, as if coaxing me to come out and play.
I smile against him and put my arms around his broad neck.
He walks me backwards into the kitchen, and then we stop for a moment, and he holds me in his arms, looking down at me.
The air swirls between us and we stare at each other as we drink in our close proximity.
His eyes are smouldering, and I can feel the power his body is emanating, he licks his lips, and I can see he’s debating whether or not he should take this slow.
Please…
“Where are your wineglasses?” he asks smoothly.
“R-right,” I stammer. “Good idea.” I point to a cupboard in a fluster. I need a drink… or ten. I take two champagne flutes, grab a bottle of Grange, and pass them over to him.
He smirks when he sees the label. “The good stuff.” Little does he know I just ordered this in a panic from room service only twenty minutes ago. The cork pops, and he pours the bubbly liquid into our glasses.
He passes me a flute and then holds his glass up in the air.
“What are we toasting?” I smile shyly.
“Our first date.”
“This isn’t our first date.”
“That other one didn’t count. That was just a practice run. I completely screwed that up. Erase it from your memory. I want a do-over.”
I smile, relieved that he acknowledged our last disastrous date and I clink my glass with his. “To do-overs,” I whisper.
He touches my glass and takes a slow, controlled sip. His eyes hold mine and he slowly licks his lips.
What is that look? “What’s going on in that mind of yours, Mr Spencer?” I whisper.
“I’m wondering what the hell is going on here.”
I frown.
“You see, I…” His voice trails off, and he places his drink down, stepping towards me to take me in his arms. His lips drop to my neck, and then his tongue comes out and he slowly licks me.
My insides melt and I close my eyes. “You see what?” I ask. “What were you going to say?”
“I’m wondering what’s so different with you. Why does my heart race when you look at me?” He breathes against my skin.
I smile and look up at the ceiling as his mouth slowly caresses my neck.
“I’m wondering why the fuck you make me so nervous, like nobody ever has before.”
He nips me with his teeth, and I flinch.
“I’m wondering how just the sound of your voice over the phone can make my cock so hard that it weeps.”
I whimper as his lips begin to assault my neck with more force. His hands have now dropped to my arse.
“So many mysteries,” I whisper, trying to control my breathing.
“You’re the eighth wonder of the world.” He chuckles, moving his kisses to my shoulder before he trails his tongue across the skin there.
“Why do you lick me like that?” I ask, breathless.
He lifts his eyes to mine and cups my cheeks. “Because I need to taste you.”
My stomach clenches. “When you say things like that… it does things to me.”
“What things?”
“Strange things that make me feel my pulse where I’ve never felt it before.”
With his dark eyes locked on mine, he trails his fingers down my face, down over my breasts, and then lower.
“Here?” he whispers as he gently rubs his fingers over my sex through my dress. “Do you feel your pulse here?”
I nod, my erratic breathing ragged, desperate to suck in precious air.