Total pages in book: 115
Estimated words: 106948 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 535(@200wpm)___ 428(@250wpm)___ 356(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 106948 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 535(@200wpm)___ 428(@250wpm)___ 356(@300wpm)
“Are you sure?”
“I am absolutely positive.”
“Okay. I’d enjoy having lunch with you, but after that I have to go home to get my stuff for class.”
His smiled, and I couldn’t help but smile back. “What class is it?”
“Art History, it’s one of my favorites.”
We talked about my classes while we drove farther than I’d expected, the road lined with big palm trees swaying in the hot desert breeze. “Where are we going?”
“Paradise Valley. I have a home out there.” He reached out and took my hand in his, sending a flurry of tingles running through me. “I think you’ll like it.”
My breath came out in a rush as he rubbed the back of my hand with his thumb. “I’m sure I will.”
Chapter 5
We passed through two massive security gates before the Rolls climbed the drive to a magnificent Mediterranean-meets-desert-southwest style home that took my breath away.
Pressing my nose to the window in a no doubt undignified way, I breathed out, “Oh, Leo, I love it.”
“Do you?”
I turned to face him as the car came to a stop. “I really do. It’s magnificent.”
The lines around his mouth deepened as he smiled and the leather of the seat creaked when he leaned forward. “I’m glad.”
When Mark opened my door and helped me out, I tried not to gawk at the immaculate landscaping filled with desert flowers and mature trees. While there was only a small patch of grass, there were these gorgeous rock formations that the builder had included that gave the place a raw beauty. The mansion was situated high on a hillside, isolated from its neighbors, and I imagined that at night the view must be amazing.
Leo reclaimed my hand in his own, leading me through a pair of massive weathered wood and black wrought iron doors into the cool cream and burgundy two-story foyer of the house. Summer in Phoenix was no joke, and the blessed kiss of air conditioning made me sigh in delight.
I was too busy enjoying the feeling of the faint breeze on my skin to pay attention to his home, at least at first. By the time we moved through a formal sitting room and into what I can only describe as a luxurious, glass-enclosed patio filled with potted plants and invitingly deep couches and a daybed, my jaw was probably hanging all the way down to my chest. This place was remarkable; it was everything I’d ever wanted in a home, right down to my dream massage chair that cost like ten grand which I’d glimpsed during our walk to the patio.
“Hannah?” Leo asked me as we came to a stop before the vast windows that looked out over the valley below. “Are you all right?”
“What? Yes, of course. Sorry, it’s just…your house is perfect. I mean—it’s like you looked into my head, plucked out my dreams and made it real. I probably sound dumb, but this place is just amazing. I can’t believe you live here. If this was my place, I’d never leave the house.”
He smiled then raised my hand to his lips, the brush of his skin against mine making my nipples tighten. Sensuality filled the air around him and I was having a hard time remembering my name, let alone the reasons why climbing him and kissing him until I tasted blood suddenly was a bad idea. My skin prickled and my nipples were so hard, they stung as they rubbed against the cheap lace of my bra with every heavy breath.
Still holding my eyes, he lightly sucked my pointer finger into his mouth and I swear my pussy quivered at the feeling of his warm, wet tongue stroking me.
A hard surge of some emotion I could only describe as aggressive desire tore through me as his teeth scraped along my skin while he watched my every reaction, fed from it. My heart began to pound and the need scraped against the surface of my body, begging to be let out, demanding a release. Every inch of me was primed for sex, my panties flooded as if I’d been teased for hours instead of barely touched. Not that any lover of mine had ever bothered to tease me for more than a few minutes, but I imagined hours of sensual torture would feel something like the hunger burning in me.
My lip lifted in a snarl as he began to lick my palm, the move so sensual it had an honest-to-God growl coming out of my throat.
I’ve never, ever growled in my life, and it startled me enough that I tried to move out of his hold, but Leo wasn’t letting me go anywhere. “It’s okay. I want you to let the dirty girl that lives inside of you out to play, Hannah. Take me, use me, do whatever you want, and I will fucking love every minute of it.”