Total pages in book: 82
Estimated words: 77046 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 385(@200wpm)___ 308(@250wpm)___ 257(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 77046 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 385(@200wpm)___ 308(@250wpm)___ 257(@300wpm)
My eyebrows rose. “Steamy scene?”
“Well, yeah.” She tugged the elastic out of her hair, and her curls tumbled down to her shoulders. “What did you think I meant when I said makeup?” Her fingers worked into her hair as she rubbed her scalp.
“An apology, I guess.” I leaned sideways and saw a blinking cursor on her open document, instantly intrigued.
“Oh, we’re way past that. We’re into screw me like you missed me territory here.” She grinned, her smile a touch wicked.
“You didn’t seem to mind when I was saying some of those only-typed words on the plane.” In fact, she’d gotten wetter.
“That’s…” She ran her tongue over her lower lip, her eyes heating. “That’s entirely different.”
My stomach tightened. “Can I read it?”
She pursed her lips and studied me, then finally nodded, stepping sideways and leaving the path clear to the laptop.
I stroked her waist as I walked by, simply because I couldn’t help it. If she was near, I wanted to touch her. It was like my hands simply gravitated toward her. Then I unplugged the laptop and lifted it with one hand, scrolling up just a little in the document with the other.
My cock stiffened.
“Alek’s lips at my neck were soft,” I read, “sending chills down my entire body as he kissed his way down my throat as if to say I’m sorry with every press of his mouth.”
“Oh, no you don’t!” She reached for the laptop, but I spun away from her.
“His hard cock brushed against my stomach as he pulled me closer, promising ecstasy, and I needed that connection more than ever.”
“Kill me now. Right now.” She cupped her cheeks.
“Fuck, your words turn me on, Daisy.” I looked at her with exactly how much need I was feeling.
Her lips parted, and she lowered her hands slowly. “Really?”
“Want me to press up against your stomach and see if you can feel how much?” Thank God I’d opted for the easy drawstring shorts for the game instead of slacks.
Her breath hitched.
“He kissed my collarbone, lingering on the places he knew I liked, the places that made me arch for more. The man played my body like an instrument, inciting a riot of need with every touch, his mouth at the swell of my breasts, his hands stroking my waist, my hips. He lifted one plump curve and scraped his tongue over my nipple, and my knees faltered.” My own mouth watered as I read, picturing Daisy’s curves instead of her character’s, picturing my mouth at her breasts on the couch of that plane.
She backed up a few steps, her hand grasping one of the bedposts as she sagged, sitting on the edge of the bed like her own knees were giving out.
“Seems like it’s going pretty well for them right now,” I said, my eyes raking over her, taking in her glazed eyes and the rapid rise and fall of her breasts against the neckline of her dress. She was just as turned on as I was.
“Keep going,” she whispered, her knuckles turning white on the bedpost.
I dragged my gaze from hers to the screen. “But he wasn’t content to hear me gasp as he sweetly tortured one of my breasts and then the other. He wanted my surrender, and we both knew it,” I read. “‘Let me have you,’ he begged, hitting his knees in front of me, his eyes almost green in the office, where anyone could walk in at any moment.”
“Shit,” she muttered, her eyes slamming shut.
I blinked, but kept reading. “His hands were on my hips, his fingers pressing into the fabric of my dress. ‘Let me remind you exactly why we’re so damned good together.’”
That’s where it ended.
“Why are you cursing?” I asked, my hand trembling slightly as I put the laptop back on the desk.
“I just forgot to edit something out,” she admitted, her eyes still locked shut.
A thought occurred to me, but surely not…I moved in front of her and took her chin between my thumb and forefinger. “Daisy,” I whispered. “Open your eyes.”
Big brown eyes met mine.
“In the last passage I read, he had blue eyes,” I said, tapping my temple. “Eidetic memory. But I have hazel eyes that tend to change colors in different light, or with what I’m wearing. Eyes that look green.”
She swallowed, and I grazed my thumb over her lower lip.
“Did your thoughts about me somehow bleed into what you’re working on?” I hissed as she licked the tip of my thumb. “Because I can tell you that my thoughts of you bleed into everything.”
“He’s not you,” she said softly, but there was enough heat in her eyes to burn me alive. “After all, I could never imagine someone as powerful as you—the man who can have whatever, whomever he wants, falling to his knees to beg a woman for anything.” She leaned forward and sucked my thumb into her mouth, her tongue swirling around the digit. “It’s why it’s part of the fantasy, to have someone like that at your mercy.”