Total pages in book: 76
Estimated words: 76759 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 384(@200wpm)___ 307(@250wpm)___ 256(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 76759 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 384(@200wpm)___ 307(@250wpm)___ 256(@300wpm)
Her eyes widen, and a slow smile spreads across her face. “I want you too, Jesse.”
“Text my sister. Tell her you won’t be back in the room tonight. Don’t offer any other explanation.”
“So you mean—”
I raise both my hands. “I mean we’re both damned to hell, Brianna. This is so fucked up. But I want to take what you’re offering, because as God as my witness, I don’t think I’ve ever wanted a woman this much before.”
She grabs her phone and taps onto it.
It dings back.
“She says okay.”
“She didn’t ask where you’d be?”
She looks up from her screen and smirks. “No, but she probably wanted to.”
“Good enough.” The server returns with my second drink, and I shoot it quickly, letting it burn my throat in a good way. Then I rise. “Let’s go.”
Brianna stands as well, and we walk, not touching each other, out of the bar, through the foyer lobby to the elevators.
Still not touching her, I press the up button.
The elevator doors open, and I allow her to step in ahead of me.
We’re the only two on the elevator, and when the doors close, I can’t help myself.
I grab her, crush our mouths together.
She opens for me instantly and melts into me as we kiss.
The air seems to thicken with an unspoken tension, and time slows down, amplifying every heartbeat. Heat radiates from her body, and an invisible force seems to draw us closer.
Her hands creep into my hair, tugging on it, and I close what little gap is left between us.
I deepen the kiss as passion and desire surge through my veins. Our lips move like a perfect melody, a dance of tongues and breath.
We speak volumes in this kiss—volumes I’ve refused to acknowledge until now.
Volumes I won’t be able to forget, no matter how hard I try.
The elevator reaches my floor, and the doors open.
We break apart, and neither of us speaks.
Again I let her walk out before me, and then, without taking her hand or touching her in any other way, I lead her to the room that Rory reserved for me.
I open the door quickly, let her in first, and then shut the door behind us. I then slam her against the wall and kiss her.
She tastes of her bourbon, and for a split-second I remember the pizza that I ordered on Zane’s tab.
But then I don’t care.
I don’t think at all.
I simply kiss her, cupping both her cheeks, grinding the bulge of my cock against her.
She groans into my mouth, which makes my cock tighten further.
My God, I want her. I want her so badly.
We kiss and we kiss and we kiss, until she finally pushes at me and gasps in a breath.
“Jesse…”
“Please don’t say you’ve changed your mind.”
“No… Of course not. I just need to…” She sucks in another breath. “Need to breathe…”
She’s not wrong. I need to breathe as well. My heart is racing, and even a few deep breaths don’t slow it down.
Brianna takes a few steps away from me, and then she pulls her Dragonlock T-shirt over her head.
Her hair is in a high ponytail, but I desperately want to see it flowing over her milky shoulders.
She unclasps her bra, removes it, revealing her luscious breasts.
I stalk toward her, grab her ponytail, and yank so her chin tips forward, and I slide my lips over her neck as I pull the band out of her hair.
I throw the band on the floor, still kissing her neck as I cup her breasts.
My cock is aching inside my jeans.
She pushes away at me again.
“Please, Jesse. I want to look at you.”
“You first,” I growl.
I’ve seen her, of course—beautiful breasts, her shapely hips, her nice firm ass, her luscious pink pussy.
But I want to see it all again. Take it all in. As if I were looking at her for the first time.
She doesn’t smile, simply smolders at me as she removes her boots, her socks, and then her jeans, sliding them over her hips, revealing a red lace thong.
I growl. “God, you’re fucking perfect.”
She blushes all over—a warm and rosy pink from the top of her breasts to the swell of her abdomen to her beautiful cheeks.
“All of it,” I say.
She slides her thumbs underneath the waistband of her thong and lowers it first over her shapely thighs, then the beauty of her calves, until she steps out of it with her red polished toes.
I stare at her. I can’t help myself. I rake my gaze over every inch of her flesh, my cock getting harder with each passing second.
She closes her eyes and sighs. “Please. Now you.”
“Then I suggest you open your eyes, Brianna.”
I remove my clothes quickly, not even attempting to prolong her torment. When I free my aching cock, it juts out.
And she gasps in a breath. “Beautiful,” she sighs.