Total pages in book: 51
Estimated words: 47359 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 237(@200wpm)___ 189(@250wpm)___ 158(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 47359 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 237(@200wpm)___ 189(@250wpm)___ 158(@300wpm)
She reached out.
“I don’t think that flavor will be to your liking.”
She spun around and her heart slammed against her chest. Michael stood with a black towel wrapped around his hips, his dark shoulder length hair damp and tousled. His torso, so finely sculpted with muscles, stole her breath. The towel hung so low on his hips that she half expected to see a hint of dark hair peeking out. He obviously had just finished a shower, though she had not heard a sound coming from the closed door in the corner of the room that now stood open, a shaft of faint light spilling out of it, illuminating his perfect and almost completely naked body.
She told herself to turn away, but it was impossible to take her eyes off him. The more she looked, the more she realized that her body was finding his body mighty appealing, so much so that she felt a tickle in her clitoris. She drew in her breath—a mistake—his scent so fresh yet so earthy that she felt her legs go weak.
Weak legs. No man had ever turned her legs weak, but then he wasn’t a man—was he?
She blinked, hoping— if only for a moment—to vanquish his tempting image and gain some sanity. When she opened her eyes, he was standing right there in front of her, and so close that their bodies almost touched.
He lowered his head, his lips drifting toward hers and she told herself to run, get out of there, get away from him, but her limbs wouldn’t move. She was frozen there, incapable of escape. The closer his lips came, the harder her heart beat, the tickle in her clitoris turned to a hum and she stupidly wondered what it would be like to kiss him.
“Your scent overpowers,” he whispered as his lips drew closer, nearly resting on hers. “It is like no other I have ever known, and I want to get lost in it.”
He didn’t smell so bad himself, as a matter of fact, she had never known a man’s scent to be so appealing.
“You’re going to be mine, Lara, I will see it done.”
She felt as if she was wrapped in strong, loving arms and yet he hadn’t touched her. She never felt so protected or so loved—loved? She shook her head. What was she thinking? He didn’t love her. She would be his to command with one single bite.
Bite? Did she really believe him a vampire? It went against common sense to think such a ridiculous thought. It also went against common sense to be standing in the bedroom of a near naked man she barely knew.
With reluctance, she stepped away from him. It annoyed her that she could be so attracted to him when they had barely met. And that she could even give credence to him actually being a vampire. She felt as if she had fallen down the rabbit hole.
Under the circumstances, meaning he was nearly naked and possibly a vampire, it was foolish to remain in the room with him. She stepped around him to leave and his hand caught hers.
She gasped, his skin was so cold it shocked, and then suddenly he warmed, and he tugged her closer to him. She didn’t stop him, though she doubted she could. His grip was gentle, yet his immense power radiated through her, and there was no escaping it.
“Stay,” he whispered, lowering his head and kissed her ever so lightly.
She felt her breath catch in her chest. The kiss was a mixture of cold and hot and it was like a flame sparking dry tinder, heat surged through her, shuddering her body and settling an aching need between her legs that she hadn’t felt in a long time.
“Let me make love to you.”
His sexy whisper and another kiss, a little harder this time, enticed and invited, and she almost collapsed against him in surrender. But somewhere inside her sanity prevailed and she forced herself to once again step away from him.
She stared at him for a moment, fighting back the word that rose to her lips. Somewhere inside her part of her screamed for her to stop, don’t say it, while another part of her urged her to spit it out, and she did. “No!”
Her eyes widened at his response.
“Why not? I can feel your desire. It burns hot inside you.” He scrunched his brow. “It has been a long time since you have been with a man.” He scowled. “He disappointed you. I would never disappoint you, Lara. I would always satisfy you.”
Heat stained her cheeks, but it was from embarrassment, not passion. “Stay out of my thoughts,” she said and tried to pull away from him, but failed. His hand felt like an iron shackle around her wrist. And she wondered if he did it to demonstrate his power, to show her that there would be no escaping him.