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)
"Nothing you could say to me would seem silly."
Another eye roll.
"But if you roll your eyes like that again, your book master might have to teach you a lesson."
She bites her lip, her wide eyes igniting a rush of hunger within me. I've tried to keep my instincts at bay considering everything she's been through, but when she looks at me like that, it's Vegas all over again.
"I saw the interview," she murmurs.
"That was a hatchet job," I grunt. "They spliced it up to make it seem like I was flirting with her, taking quotes from one part and inserting them into another. The only true thing was when I said she smelled nice... which was a damn lie, and I only said it because my PR manager looked ready to slap me. I regretted it instantly. Everything else was editing."
"Really? So I smell nicer than her?"
Her voice grows breathy, her tone becoming suggestive. I place my hand on her leg. She's dressed in sweats and a casual T-shirt, but she might as well be wearing her Vegas lingerie; the effect she has on me is the same. My desire strains against my pants, intense and immediate.
"As much as I'd love to join the mile-high club with you," I say fiercely, sliding my hand higher. "I know you've been through a lot..."
She glances around the empty private plane, then bites her lip and moans. "That isn't an answer to my question."
"You and that interviewer aren't even in the same category. You're my obsession, Sparkplug. My everything. You're the only woman I want."
"Maybe your woman needs to forget..."
She grabs my face and pulls me in for a kiss. The moment our lips touch, hunger spikes through me. I can't hold back when I sense the desire radiating from her. I grab her hips and pull her into my lap.
She sits facing me, her body pressed against mine, gasping and moaning between our hungry kisses. We're like starving people who have finally found sustenance.
I wrap my arms around her, shifting my hips, pressing against her through our clothes. She sinks her fingernails into my neck.
"I want you," she whimpers. "I want to..."
"Join the mile-high club with me?"
She laughs, a sweet sound after so many tears, flooding me with warmth beyond mere desire. "Seriously, you're a mind reader..."
"I'm just good at putting ideas into your head."
"Nope. I had the idea the second we got on this plane."
I grab her hips and lift her up. She gasps as I grab her shirt and pull it over her head. She lifts her arms, revealing her bra. Her curves accentuated beautifully.
"They won't come back here, will they?" she asks hesitantly.
I smirk. "I may have told them not to when we boarded..."
She nudges me playfully. "So, you had this planned, huh?"
"I prepared for all outcomes."
Her laughter transforms into moans when I unclip her bra and press my face against her skin, caressing her, worshipping her. She runs her hand along the outside of my pants, intensifying my need.
I slide my hands down her body, grabbing her sweatpants and underwear in one eager motion, then pulling them down quickly. Nudging her onto the chair, I kneel, sinking my hands into her legs, kissing up her thigh toward her glistening center.
"You smell far better," I growl.
She laughs, stroking her fingers through my hair. "Are you serious?"
"You smell like a feast – my feast."
Her moans take on that tempting, urgent tone when I press my face against her. I taste her, completely entranced by her. Her taste is addictive, intoxicating.
I lavish attention on her most sensitive spot, acutely aware of her moans, her euphoria, her breathy pants as she rushes toward release. I increase my pace and pressure until her hips move against me.
She digs her nails into my head as she finishes, shuddering all over, lost in pleasure.
I stand, freeing myself from my pants, fully aroused. Out the window, clouds drift by.
"We're on top of the world again," I groan.
She reaches for me. "This is better than the restaurant."
I gasp when she glides her hand up and down, her touch electric. I almost let her continue, but I can't resist the allure of her.
Leaning down, I press the button that lets the chair recline completely. She laughs in delight, wriggling up the seat and spreading her legs.
"Fuck," I groan, taking in the sight of her.
I lie atop her, kissing her neck, then her breasts, then guide myself to her. She sinks her nails into me, tugging me closer.
"Fuck me like you mean it," she whimpers.
Her confidence makes her even sexier. The confidence that awakened in Vegas is soaring on this plane.
"Be careful what you wish for," I groan. "It'll mean taking you hard. Taking you so fast that your gorgeous body shakes for me."
"Do it," she whimpers. "Do it, Luke. Do it."