Total pages in book: 59
Estimated words: 56180 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 281(@200wpm)___ 225(@250wpm)___ 187(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 56180 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 281(@200wpm)___ 225(@250wpm)___ 187(@300wpm)
"I'm so sorry," she says bashfully.
I smile. "Sorry for what? For being human? You don't need to be ashamed with me."
"In my books, stomachs don't make noises like horror monsters."
"It's just your curvy body telling me you need more food."
She laughs, her smile radiant.
"Seriously," I continue. "Don't be shy."
"I still don't believe you don't date."
I shrug. "I'm busy; I've never looked at someone before who makes me think I'd happily sacrifice my entire fortune. Anyway, eat up. I've got a surprise for you after this."
"A surprise?"
I glance at the nearby table, then text her.
Luke: I know how badly you want those steamy books of yours to become a reality.
She bites her lip, which is a dangerously tempting gesture.
Luke: When you bite your lip like that, it takes every ounce of restraint I possess to hold myself back. I want to devour you instead of the steak, to feast on your beautiful body, to kiss and touch you. I want to make you bite your lip as if you can't contain the pleasure building inside you. I want to own you, Sparkplug, every curvy, perfect inch of your body.
As she reads the text, she bites her lip again. She's doing it instinctively at first, but then she notices me watching her. It's intoxicating when she realizes the effect she has on me and bites down more deliberately, widening her eyes in pleasure, deliberately tempting me.
Under the table, my body responds, aching with desire.
She laughs when I cut a huge chunk of steak and stuff it into my mouth.
"In a rush?" she asks with a coy smile.
Chapter Seven
Sera
"I've passed this store a lot," he says, his hand on the small of my back as he leads me toward the Deja Vu Love Boutique... a freaking sex store. "But I've never had a reason to go in... until now..."
"Are you kidding me?" I say, looping my arm around his, laughing. But the laughter comes from shock, not amusement. Ever since the texting at dinner, my body has been buzzing, my core throbbing insistently.
“I thought you were a modern, romance-book-reading woman, eh?” He nudges me playfully.
“I can’t believe we’re doing this.”
He wraps his arm around me, walking confidently through the doors into a whole different world. There’s lingerie on display, toys in the corner, BDSM stuff on the far side, a curtain leading elsewhere.
“Do you think that’s where the naughty movies are?” I whisper.
He kisses me just under the ear, prompting a cascade of electric warmth to shimmer over me. “Naughty movies,” he teases.
I pinch him in the side, laughing. “Excuse me for not being some hardened sex store visitor.”
“This is my first time, too,” he says.
I roll my eyes at him. “I still can’t work out if this is a line or if you really mean it.”
“I wouldn’t lie to you,” he says fiercely.
I avert my gaze from his intensity. When he says stuff like that, it makes me want to ponder about the future. But with his identity revealed, it feels impossible. He lives on the West Coast. I live in Tampa on the East Coast, and there are things keeping me there.
We haven’t spoken about it yet, but we won’t be able to avoid it forever.
He squeezes my side. My hip. Before he touched me, I would’ve cringed, thinking about somebody doing that. I wouldn’t say I have low self-esteem, but I’m not some confidence queen either. Except, he brings that out in me. He makes me believe I’m beautiful.
“What do you think about this one?” he says, his voice low, near my ear.
The store is full of tourists and shoppers, but everybody keeps to themselves.
I examine the toy. It’s a vibrator with an attachment. “It looks… complicated.”
He keeps his hand possessively on my hip, his mouth close, heating my body up with the warm shivers of his breath. “It seems simple to me. I lay you down, strip you naked, kiss your perfect curves, and then bring our toy to your horny, soaked sex. I push the attachment against your needy nub while I tease your entrance with the bigger part, rubbing it up and down, making you wild before I finally push it inside and…”
I gasp and claw onto his solid torso, digging my fingernails into him.
“I take it you like the sound of that?” he says.
“Hmm…”
“How can you be so eloquent about tech, but not be able to speak now?”
I mock glare up at him. “You know why.”
His smirk is cocky and full of swagger, and it drives me nuts in the best way. “The question is, what will you be wearing before I strip your clothes off? What outfit will make my mouth water as I struggle not to devour you? It’s a trick question, because every outfit will, but still…”
He leads me toward the lingerie. A slight note of anxiety flutters through me as I look at the selections. “I’ve never worn anything like this before.”