Total pages in book: 76
Estimated words: 71911 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 360(@200wpm)___ 288(@250wpm)___ 240(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 71911 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 360(@200wpm)___ 288(@250wpm)___ 240(@300wpm)
The room was like an ashtray, smoke visible all the way to the top of the high ceiling.
I entered the room and glanced at the artwork that was still hanging. “I didn’t realize you were busy.”
“I’m always busy.” He brought the cigar to his lips and pulled the smoke into his mouth before he smashed the cigar into the ashtray. “I just ignore everything when you walk into the room.” The smoke left his mouth with his next breath, clouds of gray drifting above his head.
I knew he smoked because I could taste it on his tongue when I kissed him, but it was different from cigarette smoke. It had flavors of licorice and chocolate and a hint of coffee.
When he rose from the armchair, I was reminded of how tall he was, that my highest heels were still no match for this behemoth. He stepped toward me and circled his arm around the small of my back, pulling me into him for a soft kiss on the mouth.
My eyes shut when I felt his kiss, and I was suddenly taken to a sandy beach at sunset, the air warm around me, my skin kissed by heat. My hand moved to his bicep and felt the hunk of muscle there as I rose on my tiptoes, hooking my other arm around his neck for support.
When he felt my enthusiasm, his big hand moved to my ass and squeezed it hard. He kissed me hard too, his fingers digging into my flesh through my jeans. His mouth parted my lips, and he gave me a swipe of his tongue, turning a simple kiss into a passionate one, his other hand diving into my hair to fist the strands.
Fuck, he was a good kisser. He took his time, made every embrace purposeful, squeezed my body so hard it nearly left a bruise. He made me feel desired without saying a word, showed his desperation for me with so little, but also so much.
When he pulled away, his eyes were on my lips, like he might kiss me again. His fingers were still deep in my hair, and he cradled my head the way he wanted, my chin up so I could meet his gaze. He handled me like a rag doll that he could twist and turn and leave on the floor, but at the same time, he handled me like a delicate rose.
He reached for the bag stuffed with clothes and makeup and put it over his shoulder before he took my hand. He guided me up the stairs and into his suite, but instead of stopping in the living room where we usually sat together, he took my bag into his bedroom and set it on an armchair near the window.
I slowly entered his bedroom, eyeing his four-poster bed and the mahogany nightstands on either side. A large rug covered the hardwood floor and complemented the other colors in his room, the gray and the maroon.
My heart raced, not in fear, but with excitement.
He came back to me, thick arms at his sides, his eyes like hooks that sank into my flesh. He stopped before me, his head angled down to meet my gaze because our height difference was even more apparent in my flats. He was almost a foot and a half taller than me and at least two times my size, maybe even three.
His hand went to my neck, and his thumb traced my bottom lip until it rested in the corner. His hold was firm and threatening, like there was no way I could escape his grasp unless he allowed it. “Last chance, sweetheart.” He gave me a harder squeeze, like he expected me to try to leave.
My face turned into his hand, and I kissed his thumb.
His eyes narrowed in a subtle look of desire.
I turned more and kissed the inside of his palm, the callused skin over his fingers. He smelled like a fresh shower with a hint of pine. I gave him my kiss, gave him my body, handed it all over for him to take.
His fingers relaxed as I kissed him, but then they hardened around my neck again as he brought me into him for a deeper kiss. His hand supported the back of my head as he dipped down to kiss me, the Eiffel Tower bending down to kiss the Seine. The disparity in our height made it difficult for us to embrace without my heels, so he scooped me up in his powerful arms and gently lifted me into him, our chests together.
His kiss deepened further, his powerful mouth taking the reins of the embrace. His big hands squeezed my ass as he held me to him, turning his head to kiss me at a different angle, swiping his tongue in my mouth before he breathed his life into me.