Total pages in book: 72
Estimated words: 68810 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 344(@200wpm)___ 275(@250wpm)___ 229(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 68810 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 344(@200wpm)___ 275(@250wpm)___ 229(@300wpm)
“Yes.” She answered without any hesitation, and her eyes shone bright like stars.
Ah, God.
He was the most selfish bastard on earth, to take what she was offering when he knew he didn’t deserve it.
But it was too late now.
His eyes closed. “Be patient with me, psaraki.” And before he realized what he was doing, he was already bending down to press a soft kiss on her hair, committing everything to her – everything except his nonexistent heart.
Chapter Five
“What’s that?” Kyr curiously eyed the massive bag Polly had slung over one shoulder the next day. He watched her put it down next to the picnic hamper with a frown, thinking that the bag looked older and heavier than she was.
“Well...” Her tone, which matched the sheepish smile that had flitted over her lips, fascinated him. He had a feeling she was going to say something insane again. “Coz it’s our first date, you know?”
And because she had started rummaging through her enormous bag, Polly missed the way the billionaire froze at her choice of words.
“I just want to be sure I have everything,” she was saying while pulling out a blanket and then spreading it on the grass. “I want to be prepared.” Kneeling down, she began to take the food and drinks out of the hamper, all of which she had singlehandedly prepared.
Kyr barely understood the rest of her words. Date. The foolish girl thought they were dating, that they were a permanent item now. Goddammit. Hadn’t he told her they were going to take it day by day? So why the hell was she thinking they were dating now?
For God’s sake, there had been women in his life he had fucked over a week without even knowing their last names. And yet here was Polly, thinking they were dating after one kiss?
Looking up, Pollyanna gave the billionaire a sunny smile, asking laughingly, “Why are you still standing, silly?” She took his hand without warning and tugged him down.
Noting his stiff posture, she thought ruefully that maybe her first choice for their date was too ordinary for him. “Is it your first time to go on a picnic date?”
“Yes.” Kyr saw no reason to lie.
“I figured as much.” She looked at him in concern. “Do you want to go somewhere else? I’d be game with whatever, really—-”
“No. Of course not.” He forced himself to relax. “New experiences are always a good thing.” He was just going to pretend she hadn’t said anything about dating.
“If you’re sure?” She gave him a skeptical look.
Kyr was beginning to feel a little offended. “I’m not a snob.”
She swallowed back a laugh. “Of course,” she said quickly, even while remembering how Mr. Not-A-Snob looked at her when she suggested they borrow bikes from the staff so they could cycle to the picnic grounds.
Kyrillos Gazis did not do bikes, that look had said. Limousines, sports cars, Harley Davidson bikes – those were the only acceptable modes of trans. Bikes, especially borrowed and old ones, were totally out of the question.
Watching her shoulders shake as she silently unwrapped a sandwich, he said pleasantly, “I hope you’re not laughing at me.”
Her fingers stilled, but her shoulders shook harder.
“And if this is all about me being a snob—-”
She could no longer keep it to herself, bursting into peals of laughter as she gasped, “B-but your t-tone. It’s a-already s-snobbish—-”
Impertinent little blowfish, he thought even as a reluctant grin stretched on his lips. Her laughter was infectious, and damn if the sound didn’t turn him on. It was like hearing sunlight make music, and after drowning in darkness in four long years, the sound was the most beautiful music to his ears.
Without a thought, he hauled her to his lap, and as she gasped, he caught her mouth in a hard, deep kiss. He gave her no time to think, only allowed her to feel as his tongue swept in and laid siege to every inch of her mouth. He sucked hard on her own tongue, and his blood surged hot and primitively at the way she whimpered and sank against him.
When he finally raised his head, giving her time to breathe, she looked up at him with stars in her eyes.
It was an irresistible look, and with a groan, Kyr deliberately shoved all his reservations out of the way and focused on the most important thing in the world: giving Pollyanna her first taste of pleasure.
Feeling the billionaire lay her flat on the blanket, Pollyanna’s eyes flew open just in time to see and feel Kyr nudge her legs apart so he could settle between them. The position made her feel exposed and vulnerable in the most feminine way possible, and the way he was so hard all over made her feel almost shamelessly weak. But even so, it also left her embarrassed and panicky, and she raised anxious blue eyes to the billionaire. “A-aren’t we going too fast?”