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)
“We shouldn’t do this here,” I manage to babble out through the haze of lust clouding us. “This is insane.”
“Why?” he counters, running his thumb over my nipple through the fabric of my dress. His voice has a rough, breathless edge to it now that makes my head spin. “Worried your friend will find us?”
“Who? Chris?” I try to remember how to speak properly in the wake of his touch.
“Is that his name?” He chuckles, dipping his head to press a gentle kiss to my neck. “Does he mean something to you? I’ll stop if it’s what you really want. But I’ll make it clear. I don’t want whatever’s between us to end here. I know you feel it too.”
I’m so wet my thighs are damp, and my hips wiggle in search of friction. How is he speaking so calmly while I’m forgetting the damn alphabet? “N-no, we’re just f-friends. Chris and me, I mean. I don’t want to stop either.”
He kisses the rapid pulse point on my throat, his hot tongue tasting sensitive skin. I gasp out his name, clutching at the collar of his suit for something to hold onto.
“I saw the way he was looking at you, sweetness,” Sean says against my skin, “and the way he was glaring at me for sending you a drink. The thought of you leaving here with him and not me is driving me insane.”
“I don’t want him,” I tell Sean honestly, relishing in the way he groans. I tug on him, eager to feel his body against mine, to convince myself he’s real. He lets me pull him closer, and I sink my teeth into my lip to stifle my gasp as I feel the hard length of his cock against my stomach.
“What do you want, Savannah? ‘Cause I haven’t been able to think about a damn thing except you since I laid eyes on you. Never thought I’d be glad that someone spilled their drink on me,” he says with a laugh, eyes meeting mine. I hold his stare, unable to look away. “God, I’m hoping the way you kissed me means you want this as much as I do.”
His hands wander as he speaks quietly, like he can’t bear the idea of not touching me. Sparks trail under his touch and he rests his grip on my hip, thumb stroking up and down the silky material of my dress.
“I want you, Sean.”
It shocks me just how much I mean those words. My body is begging for his touch, even though I’ve never been touched like that before by anyone. I feel desperate and needy, my heart beating so fast in my chest my ribs ache. I shouldn’t feel this safe around a stranger…right? But something about Sean puts even the most anxious parts of me at ease.
It’s as if my heart knows his, which is impossible. I’ve never met this man before. I’m sure of it because there’s no way I could ever forget him.
3
SEAN
I’m drunk on her kisses, savoring the taste of her strawberry lip gloss.
I’ve never been someone who chooses cocktails over whisky or beer, but Christ, this girl might convert me if they taste as good as her. Savannah’s lips are soft and plush against mine, and I groan appreciatively at the feel of her against me. It feels right, having her close like this. Like a piece of me was missing before now and I didn’t even realize.
My hand squeezes her hip before it travels up, stroking over her soft stomach up to her ribs. I move slowly, giving her time to stop me, not wanting to spook her. But she arches into me, pushing into my touch, urging me on.
I keep my touch as gentle as I can with the possessive need riding me, breath stuttering in my lungs as I cup her breast over her dress. My thumb grazes her peaked nipple, teasing the stiff bud. She gasps, and I swear I’ve never heard anything better than the way she responds to me.
“God, you’re fucking gorgeous.” I pull back to look down at her. She’s flushed and I’ve well and truly ruined her lipgloss now. I take pride in it, licking the remnants off my lips.
“So are you,” she answers with a breathy laugh, eyes trailing over me. I make an effort to look after myself by keeping a strict routine in the gym. Not that I have any life outside of work. And God, it’s worth it just for the way she looks at me like she’s imagining tearing off the shirt she ruined.
For a minute, we just stare at each other, breathing heavily as our mutual desire fills the air. Her hand trails over my chest and stomach as she sinks her teeth into her bottom lip in a way that drives me crazy. Her eyes are hooded, and her lashes flutter as I keep up my slow touches on her breast, my other hand curved around her waist.