Total pages in book: 141
Estimated words: 129980 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 650(@200wpm)___ 520(@250wpm)___ 433(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 129980 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 650(@200wpm)___ 520(@250wpm)___ 433(@300wpm)
“Kiss me, baby,” he whispered—an enticement. Meant to be temptation. Was temptation.
Her hands slid up his chest and then she circled his neck with her arms, turning her face up to his. “I’m not sure I know how.”
His heart melted at the whispered admission. Still, she tilted her face and brushed his lips with hers. Light. Barely there. The shock was electric. His pulse jumped. His heart slammed up against his chest. Flames raced through his bloodstream straight to his cock.
Her breath was honey and strawberries. Impossible. When she pressed her lips to his again, the tip of her tongue slid along the seam of his mouth. It felt like a living, burning flame. He gripped her hair, angled her head perfectly and took control. Honey and strawberries gave way to fiery whiskey. The flames rolled down his throat.
Azelie ignited. Detonated. Set him off. The explosion between the two of them was a fiery volcanic storm that built in intensity. The earth rocked beneath them. No joke. It happened. He hadn’t known it could happen, that the world could spin and drop away when the one woman who was your other half kissed you.
She wasn’t experienced in the least, but she followed his lead and surrendered herself to him completely. There was no holding back; she gave him everything. He took it without hesitation, although he hadn’t planned to follow through, not until they had talked. He wanted her to know exactly what she was getting into with him before she surrendered her body to his keeping.
Maestro wasn’t a man to share intimacy with anyone. Kissing was as intimate as it got, and yet once he had her mouth, the dance of their tongues, the heat poured down his throat, racing like a wildfire out of control straight to his cock. Every nerve ending was awake. He felt alive for the first time. Completely and utterly alive. This woman owned his heart.
He had to feel her skin. There was no going back from this moment. No stopping and slowing down. He was on a runaway freight train rushing down the tracks, and there was no way to put the brakes on. Thunder roared in his ears. Flames ignited in his belly and settled lower. A sinful dark craving rolled through him. Took hold. Those flames branded that addiction deep into his bones. Wrote her name on his heart.
He made short work of the off-the-shoulder top. Azelie didn’t seem to notice. She was too busy trying to pull his shirt off, evidently needing the same thing he did—bare skin. Her lips feathered over his throat, leaving tiny flames behind.
“We’re taking this into the other room.” His voice sounded like a growl, but she didn’t seem to notice as he stood in one smooth motion, holding her to him. She wrapped her legs around his hips as he made his way to the bed, grateful the room was so small, with his aching erection making it difficult to walk.
One knee on the bed, he lowered her bottom to the edge and quickly dispensed with her bra. She was wearing one he’d purchased for her, a sexy demi-cup that held her breasts lovingly. Any other time he would have focused on the sight, savoring the luxury. She had gorgeous breasts. Full and round, with nipples begging for attention.
He pushed her back until she sprawled out in front of him, her silky breasts jutting up at him as he grasped her jeans and panties to draw them down her legs.
“You take my breath away.” It was the truth, and he needed to give her that when the trepidation was creeping back into her eyes.
“I’m afraid. Really scared, Andrii,” she admitted in a little whisper. “Most of the time I feel alone and a bit lost, but when I’m with you, everything is different. I know better than to depend on anyone else, but when I’m with you, I can’t help the way I feel.”
“I’m not going anywhere, Azelie. I want us to have children, grow old together, the works. I’ll do whatever it takes to keep you happy. I hope you can hear the truth in my voice.”
He had to reassure her, give her that much. His teeth tugged on her lower lip and then nibbled down her chin. That sweet chin that beckoned him to use his teeth for just one moment. He pressed kisses over the pulse racing in her throat. He needed to feel the way her heart pounded, assuring him she was there, alive and in perfect tune with him.
“You have one foot out the door, baby. I don’t blame you; I’m a bit much, and I know that. Still.” He kissed his way over the upper curves and down the valley between her full breasts. She shivered in response as the bristles along his jaw rasped against that sensitive skin.