Total pages in book: 72
Estimated words: 67831 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 339(@200wpm)___ 271(@250wpm)___ 226(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 67831 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 339(@200wpm)___ 271(@250wpm)___ 226(@300wpm)
And, of course, he purrs.
For her.
And that’s it, the final straw.
The moment Caroline sets Greg down on the floor, I reach for her, pulling her into my arms.
nineteen
. . .
Caroline
Imeet Leo’s gaze as he wraps his arm around my waist and know instantly that this is it, the moment we stop pretending.
We crash together, lips meeting in a bruising kiss, tearing at each other’s coats with fingers still numb from the chill outside.
But we’re warming up fast…
His tongue dances with mine as he backs me down the narrow hall, making my skin burn and my heart soar.
Our second kiss is even better than our first.
This kiss is personal, intimate, and for no one’s benefit except our own.
It’s also far too hot for public consumption, a fact Greg proves by letting out a judgmental yowl and racing into the living room.
“We’re traumatizing Greg,” I murmur, breath catching as Leo squeezes my ass through my dress in a possessive way that turns my bones to ramen noodles.
“Then maybe we should take this to my bedroom,” Leo says.
“We definitely should.” I shove his coat off his shoulders, desperate to eliminate all barriers between his skin and mine.
We really shouldn’t be doing this—it’s still the wrong call on so many levels—but it feels so right.
So right for him to toss my coat and his on the floor before pulling me into his room and slamming the door behind us. So right for him to cradle my face like a treasure as he kisses me slower, deeper, and we sway toward the bed.
So right for him to whisk my dress over my head, leaving me in nothing but my white lace bra and panties and soft cashmere socks that end just above the knee.
“Damn, Caroline,” he murmurs, stepping back, his gaze raking up and down my body in the dim light streaming in from the street outside. “You’re… I have no words, but I’m pretty sure I’m not worthy.”
“You’re the most worthy,” I whisper, reaching for the top button on his shirt. “You’re the sexiest man I’ve ever kissed.”
“Yeah?” he asks, holding my gaze as I work my way down the row of buttons, baring his lightly furred chest.
“Yeah. And I can’t wait to do more than kiss you,” I say, voice shaking with a mixture of nerves and excitement. “Will you do very bad, very good things to me in your bed, Mr. Fenton?”
“The very worst and the very best,” he promises, stripping his shirt off and tossing it to the floor.
Before I can properly admire his sculpted pecs or all the other evidence that this man clearly makes time to hit the gym, I’m back in his arms. He kisses me like he’s every bit as starved for me as I am for him, holding me so tight I can feel the steely length behind his fly pulsing against my belly.
He really does want me, and I’m more excited to finish getting naked with a man than I have been in a very long time. To be brutally honest, sex with Chris had come to feel like a chore, something to mark off my list once or twice a month to keep from feeling like the worst girlfriend in the world.
But with Leo…
With Leo, every inch of bare skin I uncover is my favorite, every kiss makes my heart beat faster, every touch sets my skin on fire.
I sigh as he rolls me onto the bed beneath him, a sound that becomes a gasp when he jerks my bra down beneath my breasts and sucks my nipple into his mouth. I tangle my fingers into his thick hair, arching into his tongue, his teeth, as he makes me burn. Electricity and longing flood from my sensitive skin to pulse between my thighs.
Soon, my panties are soaked, a fact that doesn’t go unnoticed by the wicked man doing wonderful things to my body…
“Caroline,” he murmurs as he glides one finger over the damp fabric, making me shiver. “We have a situation on our hands.”
“And what situation is that?” I bite my lip as I meet his heated gaze, holding it as he teases my clit in slow, insistent circles.
“Your panties are too wet to do anyone any good at this point.” His voice drops to a husky whisper as he adds, “More importantly, they’re in my way.”
“Then get them out of your way,” I say, breath catching as he curls his fingers around the drenched panel and strips my panties down my thighs with one smooth motion.
Then, he’s between my legs, kissing my thighs as he grips my ass in his big hands, shifting the angle of my hips until he has me exactly where he wants me.
And damn…it’s exactly where I want him, too.
I cry out, my eyes sliding closed as he pulses his tongue over every centimeter of aching flesh, exploring, tasting, teasing until my head spins and the tension gathering between my hips winds tighter.