Total pages in book: 51
Estimated words: 47359 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 237(@200wpm)___ 189(@250wpm)___ 158(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 47359 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 237(@200wpm)___ 189(@250wpm)___ 158(@300wpm)
They rested afterwards, talked some, dozed some, and later Lara left his side, against his protests, promising him it would be worth it. When she returned to his room, the only thing she wore was her bright red lipstick.
He smiled and his smile grew and turned to groans as she left red imprints over every inch of him.
The night wore on and so did they and sleep finally claimed them, and the time they had left together.
CHAPTER 15
Lara woke, stretching herself awake. She never felt so satisfied in her life. It was like waking Christmas morning and finding that Santa had been more than generous. She turned and discovered she was alone in bed. She listened to hear if the shower in the bathroom was running. It wasn’t.
Santa hadn’t come after all.
Michael had woken before her, leaving her to wake alone, a sure sign that their time together was over. She hurried out of bed and grabbed her clothes off the floor. She thought to slip into his sweatshirt that was lying on the chaise, but didn’t want his intoxicating scent embracing her.
She slipped her dress on and peeked out into the hall. It was empty, so she hurried to her room. All she wanted to do was take a shower, pack, and get out of there, and if she could leave without seeing him, then all the better.
Her eyes caught sight of the clock...11 a.m. and her heart sunk, though relief flooded her. She’d shower and pack and wait outside for the car and if she was lucky, she wouldn’t have to see Michael at all to say goodbye. She would leave him a note, thanking him for everything.
How did a woman thank a man—vampire—for giving her the best orgasms ever?
But then he had never made love to her as a vampire, only a human male, and she was glad for it. Or was she? If she had let him bite her, he would no doubt have felt the love she had for him and she still did not quite understand the depths of it herself. Then how would she have been able to leave him?
She fought back her tears as she showered and fought thinking of him at all, though the thought that he had yet to wake her when she had only an hour before her car service arrived annoyed her. Had he let her sleep hoping she would wake and have to hurry off?
Well, if it was what he wanted, he was about to get it. She didn’t bother to dry her hair. She slipped into her gray leggings and black knit top, got her boots on over a clean pair of polka dot socks that she didn’t think she’d be ever able to look at again without thinking of Michael, and then packed.
Normally, she folded and packed her things neatly, not this time. She wanted to be done and finished with time to spare, so she could get outside, away from this house, away from Michael, before she wept uncontrollably. She wrote a quick thank you note and stuffed it in her pocket.
She wrapped her plaid scarf around her neck and hurried into her jacket. With one last quick glance in the bathroom and around the bedroom to make certain she had everything. She went to the door and took a deep breath.
Please don’t let him be out there. Please.
She sighed with relief to find the hallway empty. With rapid steps she was down it and the stairs in a flash, carrying her suitcase so that the wheels wouldn’t make noise. When she reached the bottom, she scanned the area. It was as empty as the hallway. She hurried to the front door. It was close, yet seemed miles away as if she would never reach it.
Her heart beat madly in her chest, her stomach fluttered nervously and tears threatened her eyes. And just as her hand was about to grab the doorknob, she remembered the thank you note. She turned, wanting to be done with it, out of the house and far away.
Michael stood on the bottom step, looking god-awful handsome in dark gray trousers and a white button shirt, opened at the throat. His sexy scent wafted through the air over to her, and she almost gasped as it filled her nostrils.
“You were going to leave without—”
She waved the slip of paper in the air. “A note—”
“Nothing more?” he said and stepped off the stairs, approaching her.
Her back was to the door, she had no place to go.
“No kiss good-bye?” he asked a few feet from her.
Don’t let him kiss me. Don’t let him kiss me. Oh, God, I want him to kiss me.
She grabbed hold as best she could of her raging emotions and held her hand up, unexpected words slipping from her lips. “You didn’t wake me.”