Total pages in book: 77
Estimated words: 77551 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 388(@200wpm)___ 310(@250wpm)___ 259(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 77551 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 388(@200wpm)___ 310(@250wpm)___ 259(@300wpm)
She doesn’t respond.
“When I want something, I fight for it. And I want you, Emily.”
She reaches a hand out to stop me from grabbing her.
But she’s too late. My mouth is on hers, and the towel around her body is tumbling to the floor.
Her protests are quickly swallowed by the heat of my kiss. I claim her lips, leaving no room for argument. Her taste is a sweet contradiction—the crisp mint of mouthwash with the spice of our wine from dinner.
She tries to resist me, but it’s futile. I roam my hands over her skin, tracing every curve and dip with a sense of urgency. Her soft gasps echo in my ears, fueling a desire that has been simmering since the day I first laid eyes on her.
“Sebastian,” she breathes as I trail kisses down her neck, “This isn’t right.”
“Why not?” I nip at her skin.
She flinches and clutches at me, fingers digging into my shoulders.
“Don’t be afraid,” I say.
But I regret the words a second later. Emily is not afraid. I’m not sure Emily has ever been afraid of a man in her life.
“I’m not afraid,” she snaps, cheeks flushed with indignation.
“Then what is it?” I ask. “You can’t deny the heat between us. You want me as much as I want you. It’s clear.”
“What the hell does want have to do with anything?” she demands. “I made a mistake tonight, Sebastian. I’m attracted to you. I think that’s bloody obvious. But I...”
“What?” I rain kisses over her bare shoulder as I cup her gorgeous breasts and thumb her nipples.
“But I can’t,” she grits out, her voice catching on the last word. “This... Us... It’s not right, Sebastian.”
“Not right?” I lean down and flick my tongue over a hard nipple.
“Oh, God...” she moans. “You’re confusing me and I... I don’t do confusion well. It’s not me.”
I drop my hands to my sides as her words unravel the heat spiraling between us. She’s panicking. I can see it in the way she flutters about, trying to grab her discarded towel.
“Emily—”
“No!” She steps back, a hint of pleading coloring her words.
“You said it yourself. You’ve been with Heather, Ariel, June. I don’t want to be one of many, and before you start telling me that’s what this event was all about, just don’t. I know you must get to know all of us. We were supposed to do the same, but it didn’t work that way for me. I... I found something I didn’t even know I wanted.”
“What did you find?” I ask.
“Oh, I don’t know. Let’s just say I found something that, so far, isn’t being returned.”
What the fuck is she talking about?
All I know is I have a hard cock and she has a tight pussy and I’d like to put two and two together right about now.
“Tell me what you need,” I say. “Maybe I can return it.”
“For the love of God, you can’t even see what’s right in front of your face, can you?”
I take a step backward. “Apparently not. Want to enlighten me?”
“I’m in love with someone else, Sebastian. I’ve fallen hard. I never meant to. I came here for... Oh, that’s not even important right now. But I’ve fallen in love. And I’m afraid my feelings aren’t returned. I thought I could drown in you, at least for a bit. But it didn’t work. You were wonderful, and it was lovely, but now all I feel is bloody guilt.”
Guilt?
Great.
This is all so fucked up.
Snafu.
Situation normal all fucked up.
Except nothing about this situation has ever been normal.
I turn, walk out of Emily’s room, slamming the door behind me.
“Sebastian!” Evangeline stops in my path.
“Your suite, Evie,” I say. “Now.”
EPISODE 178
A NEW FOCUS
Brett
Misty simply nods. “How do I feel so much loss when I didn’t even know my brother?”
I can’t answer that.
Because I did know Jake.
And I loved him.
Though I’ve had a few relationships—and a hell of a lot of hookups—I’ve never felt that same passion and desire for a person that I felt for Jake.
Until now.
Until Sienna.
And I don’t want to wait a minute longer to have her. To take her in my arms and kiss her. To take her to bed—to a real bed this time, instead of a cramped back seat.
I clear my throat. “I’m not really hungry,” I say to Misty. “Do you mind if we cut this evening short?”
“But I chose you.” She takes a sip of wine. “You’re my prize.”
“I know. But after you made that choice, you and I discovered that there really isn’t anything between us. Besides, you don’t need to marry a billionaire. You’re a hotel heiress, Misty. That’s not why you came here.”
She sighs. “I came to find my roots. I came for River.”
“Because he still lives in our hometown.”
“Yes. And also...he’s hot.”
I laugh. “Riv has been my best friend since we were five years old. I guess I’ve never thought of him in those terms.”