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)
My core burning. My soul singing. And then it all somehow gets sweeter when he groans and his eyes widen, his own release coming.
I reach up, holding his face in my hands, our bodies becoming one as we rock together. We stare into each other's eyes. Lose ourselves in each other.
When he explodes, he collapses against me, gasping, kissing my ear. I hold him tightly, saving this moment like a file to a hard drive, determined not to forget every twitch of his body as he shudders inside me.
After, he pulls away, takes off the condom and puts it in the trash. He turns back to me naked, a smile on his face.
"You better get dressed."
Lying on my side, I'm shocked by how sexy I feel, how in control. I've read phrases like, 'He looked at her like she was the only woman he could imagine being with.' I've fantasized about those words, wishing they could apply to me one day. Now, they do.
"You don't like me like this, hmm?"
He glides his hand up my side, caressing my ass. "I love you like this," he groans.
Love. The word fills the room, floods it with meaning. But he wasn't talking about love like that, obviously. I can't go from telling him a relationship will never work to dwelling on the freaking L-word.
"But I don't want you to miss the show."
"When you mentioned a show, I thought it was a euphemism for this."
He grins. "No. I've got a surprise for you. Get dressed. Wait here. And don't come out until I tell you, okay?"
"Okay, Mr. Mysterious."
He quickly gets dressed and leaves the bedroom. As I get dressed, I look around the palatial room, reflecting on the fact I'm sitting on a four-poster bed. Being with Luke for who he is, that's been the highlight of this trip. But I'd be lying to myself if I claimed the helicopter rides, the views, and the sheer majesty of everything hasn't influenced me.
Does a girl have to feel guilty for being spoiled every once in a while? As far as I'm concerned, that's a hell to the no.
Entering the en-suite, I fix my hair, smiling at my reflection. I've never been this confident. There's something about being with Luke that just makes me feel so feminine. I love being his fascination.
He returns to the bedroom, looking giddy. "Okay, it's time."
When he walks up behind me and covers my eyes, I laugh in delight.
"You've already surprised me with a private Grand Canyon trip," I say. "You don't have to—"
"That's where you're wrong," he cuts in, leading me blind from the room... I trust him to lead. "With you, Sparkplug, I have to. I feel compelled. I feel like there's no choice. It's a hunger that won't take no for an answer."
He leads me through the suite and out onto the balcony.
When he lowers his hands, I squint, thinking I'm hallucinating for a second. I rub my eyes.
Delilah Sky, my favorite singer, is looking at me with a smile on her face. The plus-size artist's red hair is tied up, giving her a casual look... and she's holding a microphone.
"Delilah Sky?" I gasp.
She approaches me. "Hey, Sera, right?"
"Uh, yeah." My head is spinning. "I didn't know you were in Vegas."
"I was in LA, but when Luke reached out and told me what a big fan you are, I knew I had to come."
This entire experience has felt unreal on some level, but this knocks it up several notches. It seems I'm living inside a dream. Luke wraps his arm around my waist and gives me a supportive squeeze.
"It's..." I lick my lips, feeling like a dork. Finally, I find my voice. "It's so nice to meet you. I've been a fan for years. This is honestly unbelievable."
"What's your all-time favorite song?" she asks.
First, this man makes my book dreams come true. Now, he's making my other dreams come true as well. He's a freaking miracle worker, reshaping my world, making me feel as if I'm sparkling... and not just in the bedroom.
"'Can't Get You Out of My Mind,'" I say, giving Luke a look.
He smiles, but he can't hide the glint of something else in his eyes. After this trip, I won't be able to get him out of my mind for sure.
Chapter Fourteen
Luke
It's only been two days since I left Vegas, but already, my world seems several shades darker than it was before. The glitz, the lights, and the intimacy of Vegas have drained away, leaving the cold corporate world behind... Except cold implies sterile, unchanging, and my life has been nothing but chaos.
Meetings, meetings, more meetings. PR strategies, social media campaigns, video recordings to demonstrate that our other products are unaffected, manic calls with shareholders to assuage their fears, eighteen-hour days that don't leave me any time to reach out to Sera.