Total pages in book: 180
Estimated words: 179189 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 896(@200wpm)___ 717(@250wpm)___ 597(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 179189 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 896(@200wpm)___ 717(@250wpm)___ 597(@300wpm)
I clutch my drink, but my legs are shaking as the man approaches me. Should I stay put and see what happens? Or run away and never come back? What if he’s here to kidnap me?
Don’t be ridiculous. No one’s going to kidnap you in the middle of a club with hundreds of people around.
But then why is he looking at me like that? Like he just … found exactly what he’s looking for?
I’m locked in indecision until there’s no way to back out.
He’s right in front of me now. His eyes still on mine like a hawk honing in on its prey. Slowly, he peruses my body, taking in every detail and making me feel stripped naked.
With two fingers, he tugs down the scarf around his lips. The smirk that appears underneath makes my heart beat in my throat.
He’s gorgeous. Drop-dead gorgeous.
I swallow away the lump in my throat as he grabs my drink from my hand and places it on the small table behind me, then grabs my hand. The touch of his skin against mine sends delicious shocks throughout my body, and my brain turns to mush as he drags me farther onto the dance floor.
The music is loud and silences the noise in my head as this stranger dances with me. His moves are sexy and downright dirty, but not too filthy. Just the right amount to keep me hooked. I don’t know what I’m doing or why; I just know I don’t want it to stop.
I’ve never been the kind of girl to just dance with a random stranger, but this guy … he’s something else. An invisible attraction exists between us that neither of us can fight, and I don’t even want to.
I just want him to swoop me up and take me out of here.
It’s silly and totally irresponsible and dangerous, but I’m thinking it anyway.
Maybe being in a foreign country does things to your brain that makes you want crazy things.
Or maybe it’s just this guy who does the trick for me.
Because holy hell, I can’t keep my eyes off him, he’s that hot. Light blue eyes that light me on fire when I look at them. Short, tousled black hair, a little curly on the ends. A hint of scruff around his firm jawline. Muscles peeking out from underneath his shirt. Thick lips showing a grin with just the right amount of arrogance.
It’s as though he just walked out of my dreams.
We’re getting closer and closer. I’m lost in the music, lost in his eyes. His hands are on my body, holding my waist and pulling me close as we dance to the rhythm. And as my eyes slowly close more and more, I do the craziest thing.
I let this stranger kiss me.
Full on the lips.
And fuck me … does it feel good.
His kiss numbs the voices in my head telling me not to do stupid things. It’s so good that I can’t even stop kissing him back.
His lips part and his tongue dips out to lick mine, but only for a quick taste, nothing more. He’s giving me a sample of what he’s got to offer … and boy, do I want more.
My arms wrap around his neck as his hands snake around my waist. We’re locked in a sensuous greed neither of us wants to escape. And I don’t even know why.
I never do this. I never go out without friends, and I certainly never kiss strangers like this. And I don’t even know his name.
For a few seconds, I come to my senses, and my lips unlatch from his. But I can still taste him on my tongue … and holy shit, does it taste good.
But I have to keep my focus to stop from going too far. At least, that’s what I tell myself because Lord, this man will make it hard. So hard.
He seems just as struck by our sudden desire to kiss as he blinks a couple of times and remains frozen on the floor.
Then his lips crash right back onto mine, breaking every train of thought I had. My brain feels as though it’s turning into mush as he plants one delicious kiss after another. I’m helpless to fight it, and the more his hands slide across my body, the more turned on I get. The heat of the dance floor and the beat of the music only add to the delirium, and I’m finding it hard to think about anything other than jumping this man’s bones.
It’s wrong, it’s so wrong, but the longer our mouths are locked, the more I’m beginning to lose my senses. He’s guiding me away from the floor and into the bathroom, all while kissing me senseless. And I don’t even mind as long as he doesn’t stop.
We’re lucky no one’s around because the moment we burst through the door, he’s got his hands all over my body, groping me in places that make me all hot and bothered. He groans into my mouth as he whisks me off the ground and sets me on the bathroom counter. He positions himself between my thighs and holds me down while kissing me hard and fast. It’s all going so quickly, I feel like I’m stuck in a whirlwind of excitement, and I don’t want it to stop. Even though it’s so damn wrong, and I’m out of my mind for letting this stranger touch me like this. But fuck me, he knows just what buttons to push to make me say yes to pretty much anything, including being fucked right here in the bathroom of some foreign club.