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)
He smiled. “Don’t worry. Joy explained that you’re not much of a drinker.”
“Why didn’t you tell me earlier?”
Shrugging, he picked up a sandwich then sat down next to me on the bed, having changed at some point into a pair of dark jeans and a chocolate brown t-shirt. “When you obviously didn’t remember me, I didn’t want you to know I’d purposely showed up to your work, hoping you’d go out on a date with me. I’d hoped to talk to you and maybe that would jog your memory.”
“And instead I burned you.” Looking down at his hand, I frowned when I saw he had the bandage off, the skin a little pink but not as bad as it had been.
“A small price to pay for the pleasure of your company.”
He looked like he really meant what he was saying, and I ate while gazing out the windows, the lights of Phoenix starting to gleam like bits of gold scattered against the darkening mountains. I wondered why he was being so nice to me and as my hunger and thirst faded, weariness tugged at me again, despite the nap I’d just taken. After setting aside my almost empty glass of water, I allowed Leo to pull me over as he scooted back, setting me between his legs with my back to his front.
At first I thought he was playing with my hair, but when the bristles of a brush dragged over my scalp, I shivered.
He was brushing my hair.
Slow, gentle, spine-tingling strokes.
I adored having my hair brushed.
My little sister had been fascinated by my hair. She’d inherited my mom’s light brown, wavy hair while I’d come out with my dad’s bone-straight, silky black locks. I was lucky that my hair was naturally shiny, and I didn’t have to do anything other than wash and condition it with the occasional trim, even if it wouldn’t hold a curl to save its life. My sister used to brush my hair, then braid it with bright ribbons as though I was her favorite doll.
Since then, the only people who had brushed my hair had been either my friends or my hair stylist. But I’d never felt this sense of sensual satisfaction and relaxation with any of them. No, when Leo brushed my hair, it was like he was stroking my entire body, the tingles cascading down my nerves from my sensitive scalp.
I was as mellow as the sunset and Leo was quiet behind me while he brushed my hair into a shiny curtain, then ran his fingers through it, slowly, over and over again with obvious pleasure while I was practically purring with happiness.
Slouched back into his solid body, I felt like some kind of decadent queen lounging on her favorite warrior while her court watched her take her pleasure.
A quiver went through my tender folds and I shifted minutely, a shiver running down my spine as something sparked through my blood, some catalyst that drew my attention from the twilight sky to Leo.
I turned around and studied him in the now dim lighting, my gaze flicking to his knife still embedded in the wall. Any normal, sane woman would have been running for the hills after his little clothes-cutting stunt—hell, she’d have been gone at the first “Daddy”—but I was twisted enough to find it hot. His brows were so heavy they almost totally shadowed his eyes, but those deep mahogany orbs somehow glittered in the meager lighting.
On my knees, I leaned closer as he sprawled out before me on the daybed. He radiated power, control, and my whole being ached with need for him. Heat prickled through my veins, spreading from my heart and into my body in a heady rush. My breathing sped up and I took my time examining the predator watching me with such interest.
For some reason, my attention focused on his hand slung over the back of the bed, the sight of him slowly rubbing his fingertips together strangely arousing.
Why did I find everything he did so exciting? It was like he was an incubus and his magical cock cast a spell over me. This wasn’t me, I wasn’t someone to just fall into a random, sexy-as-fuck guy’s bed and attempt to fuck him to death. Or at least I tried not to be. With Leo, I never stood a chance. We’d been about as intimate as a man and woman could be, and we obviously fit like lock and key on a sexual level, but I didn’t know anything about this man that had me tied up in knots.
Giving myself a mental slap, I forced my hormones into a box and said some things I should have said a long time ago, and would have if I hadn’t been blindsided by his super-thick shaft.
God, he stretched me so much…it felt amazing.