Total pages in book: 29
Estimated words: 27313 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 137(@200wpm)___ 109(@250wpm)___ 91(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 27313 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 137(@200wpm)___ 109(@250wpm)___ 91(@300wpm)
“Am I interrupting?”
I freeze at that voice. Smooth and dark as leather, as intoxicating as the whisky he’s drinking.
That burning embarrassment returns along with a heavy helping of lust that makes my thighs clench. The man from the bar is standing at the door to the hallway, somehow looking just as cool and collected as ever even with the pink stain covering his well-pressed shirt. And now he’s caught me standing in a random hallway talking to myself like a crazy person. Great first impressions, Savannah. Real smooth.
“Sorry, I didn’t mean to block your path…” I say, trailing off when I realize I don’t know his name. “…Sir,” I tack on, cringing at myself as I do. His presence is so overwhelming I swear my brain is being fried. I shuffle so there’s more space for him to move past me towards the bathroom at the end of the hallway.
The man chuckles, and I shiver.
“My name’s Sean,” he tells me, stepping closer to me rather than taking advantage of the space I made for him. My heartbeat is so loud I’m worried he’ll hear it. God, what’s wrong with me? “But I must admit, I do like the way Sir sounds on your tongue.”
Holy shit. My nipples pebble beneath my tight dress, and I know he notices when his eyes darken and he presses even closer. My back is against the wall again, and I’m grateful to be able to lean against something steady.
“Sean,” I repeat, blinking up at him. I don’t understand what he’s doing or why he’s sought me out again.
“Savannah.”His hand is braced next to my head against the brick. I can see the strain of his biceps through his suit. He seems tense like he’s holding himself back. From what, I’m not sure.
Don’t you dare think about how he’d look without the suit on.
It’s too late because my mind has latched on to how those muscles would look anything obscuring them. The scent of whisky and spiced cologne clouds me, and I inhale greedily.
“I was just going to fix my lip gloss,” I mumble, needing to fill the weighted silence between us. It’s not a total lie—he smudged it when he stopped me from biting my lip and the rim of the glass took more off my lips.
“I like it like this,” Sean whispers. “Messy like you’ve been up to no good. Fuck, sorry, that was inappropriate of me to say. I didn’t mean to say it out loud.”
I can’t help the way I laugh at that. His charm and his efforts not to make me uncomfortable are endearing. I don’t tell him that I wouldn’t know what no good looks like because the furthest I’ve ever gotten is a kiss on the cheek with a frat guy whose name I can’t even remember.
“I hate to disappoint,” I say slowly, channeling any scrap of confidence I can find as I try to make my voice sultry. Just because I’m inexperienced doesn’t mean he needs to know that. Plus, even if he didn’t mean to say it out loud, I’m pretty sure he’s flirting with me. “But I’ve been nothing but good. I imagine more than just my lip gloss would be ruined if I’d done anything…bad.”
I don’t recognize the words coming out of my mouth, but his presence has brought out a side of me I’ve never seen before. Nobody has ever made me feel this way, like if he doesn’t kiss me, I might die.
Sean groans like he’s in pain. “Christ, you’re like something out of a dream. Are you sure you’re real?”
I giggle. “Does this feel real?” I ask, peering up at him through my lashes as I reach out, placing my palm flat on his chest. His heart pounds under my touch, nearly as fast as my own racing pulse.
“Does this?” he whispers back, leaning into my touch.
I gasp as his lips claim mine, far more than the barely-there brush we had earlier before Polly shouted my name. No, this kiss is devastating. Sean’s fingers wind through my hair, carefully angling my head slightly so he can nip at my bottom lip teasingly.
Heat swirls through me as he soothes the small sting with his tongue. I press closer to tangle my tongue with his, deepening the kiss without a second thought. A whimper escapes me as his lips steal every thought from my head, my arms winding around his neck as I give in to the desire building between us.
“Fuck, need to hear you make that noise for me again,” Sean growls against my lips, crushing me in another burning hot kiss. “Can I touch you?”
I nod immediately, lost in whatever magic is surrounding us. He’s right. This does feel like a dream. One I’m desperate not to wake up from.
His hand trails over my ribs before he cups my breast, squeezing the sensitive flesh with an appreciative groan. I can’t deny his request if I tried, breaking our kiss as his touch sends pleasure spiraling through me to settle low in my gut. My moan is shaky and full of need as I arch into his touch.