Total pages in book: 86
Estimated words: 83986 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 420(@200wpm)___ 336(@250wpm)___ 280(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 83986 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 420(@200wpm)___ 336(@250wpm)___ 280(@300wpm)
His hands went immediately to my shoulders, holding tight as he kissed me back, his tongue pushing against mine, tangling, as I took what I wanted and he gave and gave.
When I broke the kiss, I told him to take off the rest of his clothes, and he stood up quickly and started on his shirt. I was much faster, my suit jacket tossed onto the wingback chair close to the fireplace, tie gone, dress shirt unbuttoned as fast as possible, and when I saw that he stopped to stare at me, I smiled.
“You need to be getting naked,” I ordered him gently.
“When I hugged you, I thought you had to be all muscle under those clothes, but I had no idea your body was to die for.”
I scoffed. “You see this?” I said, sliding my hands up his six-pack abdomen. “You are the fantasy come true. Some of us love our pasta too much and do not work this hard.”
“You’re hard everywhere,” he said, gazing at my groin, where my erection was obvious even through my briefs and dress pants. “And all that tawny, silky-looking skin…”
Tawny skin. Who talked like that? I would have teased him, but the words were making my brain fuzzy. I moved closer. “Touch me, then, and see.”
He kissed me, his hands hot on my torso as he mapped everything—abdomen, back up to my neck, then down to my hips—as I got out of my black leather loafers and went to work on my belt.
Something happened, though, all of a sudden, and it was strange. I had the weirdest feeling that rushing with this man was going to put me on the same list as every other man he’d slept with.
“What’re you doing?” he asked, his words nearly slurring. “I want you to—”
“You have sex with everyone this fast?”
He met my gaze. “Yes.”
“Why?”
“Why?” he asked, gesturing at me.
“I’m not that hot,” I assured him, taking a seat on the end of the bed. “I appreciate your stroking my ego, but I promise that my passion is not that fragile.”
He sat down next to me, shifting so his shoulder was behind mine and his hip wedged in tight, as was his knee. Clearly, he craved the closeness, and besides, it was not all that warm in the bedroom without the fire going.
“What does that mean—your passion isn’t so fragile?”
I took his hand in mine. “I mean, I will still want you even if you talk to me.”
“Talking,” he groaned, falling back on the bed.
I started laughing, turning to look at him as he covered his face with his hands.
It was funny. I was shirtless with an open fly, no shoes or socks. He had his shirt mostly on, as well as his briefs and one sock. We were the picture of interrupted passion.
“So you what, pick guys up, take ’em home, and have sex?”
“Yes,” he said, without moving his hands.
“Why?”
“Because I like having sex,” he grumbled, sounding a bit annoyed, finally moving his hands to glare at me.
“And you can’t have sex with people you talk to?”
“It’s more like, I meet very few people.”
I squinted at him.
“It’s true,” he stressed, patting the space beside him on the bed.
Lying down beside him, I smiled. “Say more.”
Another groan like he was dying.
“I wanna talk to you,” I said, putting my hand on his chest. “I’m not expecting more than a great few days and memories I’ll use to fill the spank bank for a long time, but—”
“The spank bank,” he repeated, sounding horrified.
I cackled, and his smile was nearly blinding before he rolled on top of me and took my mouth. The kiss was utterly mauling, his hands on both sides of my face so I couldn’t move as one devouring kiss became another and another.
When he lifted his lips from mine, a whimper of need tore out of my throat. I wanted him badly.
“Here’s the thing,” he began, and I moved my hands to his hips as he sat up, his long legs folded on either side of me as he pressed his perfect ass to my groin. I noted his blown pupils and swollen lips. “Some years ago, there was a man. I was crazy about him, but he lived in Oregon and I lived in Malibu. So it wasn’t serious, except it was when we were together, which was not as often as I would have liked.”
“And when you weren’t together, there were other men. Yeah?”
He nodded.
“And he didn’t like that?”
“He said he didn’t care, as our thing was open and easy, but I found myself wanting more, and I think so did he for a while, but then there was a misunderstanding I couldn’t fix.”
“Lemme guess: he caught you with another guy.”
He shook his head, splaying his hands on my chest as he moved forward and back over my very hard erection.