Total pages in book: 83
Estimated words: 77793 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 389(@200wpm)___ 311(@250wpm)___ 259(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 77793 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 389(@200wpm)___ 311(@250wpm)___ 259(@300wpm)
“If you don’t want to leave her, and she’s not opposed to leaving here, we can bring her with us. I’m not sure she’d want to travel all the time, but we do generally go back to the same place over and over again. It’s almost always Switzerland, but San Diego is quickly becoming a favorite.”
Is he actually serious? “Oh my god, talk dirtier to me.”
“You drive me crazy. Since the second I saw you on my doorstep and had no idea who you were, waving around divorce papers and telling me we were married, I thought you were beautiful, and I was so damn proud that you were my wife. You’re the wife I couldn’t remember, but also the wife of my dreams.”
I just can’t not kiss him. He has no idea how sexy he is. He’s nice, and he’s kind. I don’t know why women always want the bad boys or the guys who are going to hurt them, treat them like poo, then leave them. That’s never been what I’m attracted to. What am I attracted to, then? Niceness. Kindness. Compassion. Humor. Stormy gray eyes. Hunky muscles. Broad shoulders. Washboard abs. Tree trunk legs. Guys who know their way around a computer, guys who can hack, and guys who are nice to their grannies. Basically, the whole Orion package.
I fall right back into another kiss, and this time, I’m leading the way. I’m devouring his mouth and grinding my hips against his until I see stars. If this kiss were a leap off a cliff, I’d be leaping off one of the tallest ones and straight into super cold, deep waters below. It’d be the kind of leap that is totally safe but also totally ballsy.
I stroke his tongue with mine, and bright lights explode in my nipples. I mean, my brain, but I swear they’re going off in my nipples too. They’re definitely shining bright in my lady bits. I think they could go on full-on spotlight mode since they’re buzzing so brightly at the moment.
Those shivers are back—the ones I feel everywhere—and they’re rocking my world.
Orion is rocking my world.
And I’m going to let him. Right now, I’m going to let him because I want this.
He shifts his position, settling his hard bulge right at the sweet spot, and I can’t even begin to process actual thoughts anymore. I realize my skirt is riding up, but it’s still too tight because it’s a damn pencil skirt, and the best place for it to be right now is off.
Both his hands plow into my hair, and he kisses me with the wild kind of kiss that does everything to ignite a person. Now I wish more than ever that I could take this skirt off, this blouse off, my bra and panties off, and go full-on birthday suit with Orion. Imagining him in his birthday suit makes the shivers get crazy intense, and my nipples shiver this time. I wouldn’t be surprised if they’re giving off loud signals that shoot straight to Orion’s brain like some form of nipple telepathy because one of his hands leaves my hair and finds my right breast. He cups it and strokes my nipple right through my bra, but my nipple is now so pointy that it’s probably cutting through all the layers of fabric there anyway, and I purr. Just like a cat. Low and throaty, the sound vibrates onto my tongue and then echoes through Orion’s tongue since it’s tangled up with mine.
Cursing my stupid skirt for getting in the way of pure bliss, I rock against his bulge again and wrap my hands around his neck. “Take me to the kitchen counter,” I command in a voice I barely even recognize, probably because I have about point two of a second of oxygen left in my lungs before I pass out. “Tackle me to the floor, back me up against a wall, tear my skirt in half, rip my panties off with your teeth, and cut my bra off with a dull pair of scissors, so you have to work at it, then get frustrated and use your teeth.”
Orion freezes and mutters, “Oh! Oh wow.”
I freeze too. I untangle myself from him, dropping my arms to the side and backing up a step. “Was that too much? Am I too much?”
He shakes his head fervently. “No, that was not too much. That was unbelievably sexy. I’m just worried that you’re caught up in the heat of the moment, and after, you have some major regrets. I want to be a gentleman and do the right thing. If that’s making wild and crazy hot love to you on the floor, up against the wall, on the kitchen counter, on top of the fridge, strapped to the ceiling, in the pantry, or in a shoe closet covered in shoes, I’m in. I just want to make sure that you’re sure. I don’t want to hurt you in any way.”