Total pages in book: 62
Estimated words: 57779 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 289(@200wpm)___ 231(@250wpm)___ 193(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 57779 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 289(@200wpm)___ 231(@250wpm)___ 193(@300wpm)
And then, it’s over.
I collapse, aware of his fingers still inside me, and my cheeks heat with the intensity of my orgasm. He kisses my belly, slides his fingers out of me, and then kisses me with me all over his lips and tongue. “Can you be undressed and inside me now, please?”
“Sorry, baby.” He eases my leg down and wraps the robe around me as if firmly shutting the door on my request. “No condoms. I’m going to have to run to the store.” He sits up.
My eyes go wide, and I sit up, tying my sash. “You don’t have condoms?”
“I wasn’t about to assume we’d end up here and needing a whole box. That was in my head, but that’s how men think. We’re going to fuck all night and need a box of condoms. It feels like a real dick move to be arrogant enough to prepare for it.”
“Not a dick move. A responsible move.”
He laughs and leans over and kisses me. “You could get on the pill.”
My eyes are wide all over with the implications of his words. “We’ve had two nights together, and you want me to get on the pill?”
“You are going to Paris with me.”
“To live on the other side of the city,” I say before I can stop myself.
His eyes twinkle with understanding. “You’ll see me more than you expect, if I have my way.” He stands up. “Enjoy the dessert. I’ll be back in a few. Or, you can come with me.”
“I’m not going into a store to buy condoms.” I stand up. “But I can stand outside.”
He laughs one of his deep, sexy laughs, and his hands settle on my waist. “I like you, Sofia,” he says softly. “More than I have liked anyone in a very long time.”
Warmth fills me with the sincerely spoken words, and I say, “I like you, far more than I expected to like you after my father called you an arrogant prick.”
“Ouch,” he says. “Are you going to tell him I’m involved in your Moore’s journey?”
“I don’t think that is a good idea. He’s going to worry anyway. Why add to it?”
He snatches up my clothes and offers them to me, his fingers brushing mine, his mood darker now. “Then don’t tell him.”
I have this sense that this actually doesn’t please him, and I’m not sure why. I wet my lips, certain there is a message beneath those words I’m not meant to understand. “Not yet,” I whisper.
Something in him shifts, and the darkness shifts ever so slightly as he adds, “Not yet.” He turns away from me and pulls on his shirt, the flex of muscle enticingly addictive to watch.
I shake myself and turn away from him, dressing shyly with my robe as my guardian. This man is complicated, and so is this path I’m traveling with him, perhaps filled with dangerous obstacles and detours I do not understand. But I will, I think. I know I will. There is far more to Ethan than meets the eye. Of course there is. No man is as successful as he is this young without battle wounds that he has both delivered and received. If I were smart, I would put distance between us, at least until I’m not submissive to his authority over my career.
But as I turn around and face him, I find him close—so very close and so very handsome. He steps into me and says, “What are you doing to me?” He doesn’t wait for an answer. He kisses me like I have never been kissed before, like a man who cannot live without me, and when it’s over, he slides his finger over my lower lip and says, “You taste like salt floating on an ocean wind.”
I breathe out, unsure what that means, unable to translate the words to his thoughts, and I need to know, almost desperately. “Is that good?”
“I don’t know yet.”
Chapter Thirty-Three
Ethan doesn’t give me time to ask questions about his “salt floating on an ocean wind” comment. He feeds me chocolate cake with his hand and then licks the icing off my lips, but I think I wish he’d have said I tasted as sinful as chocolate. I think. It’s hard to know what he meant or what I want with such a complicated man.
It’s not long before we’re on the sidewalk in front of the hotel, walking arm in arm. “Should we be worried about being seen together?” I ask.
“You’re too paranoid. No one cares that we’re together, Sofia. And none of the board members are hanging out to find out.”
A thought hits me, and not a good one. “Aren’t some of them in the hotel?”
“No. There’s only one other from out of town, and I made sure we were booked separately.”
“I’m shocked they didn’t want me to stay in New York to do this mentorship.”