Total pages in book: 88
Estimated words: 84676 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 423(@200wpm)___ 339(@250wpm)___ 282(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 84676 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 423(@200wpm)___ 339(@250wpm)___ 282(@300wpm)
“I’m going to kiss you,” I warn, giving her plenty of time to object.
When she doesn’t, I cup the back of her head and press my lips to hers.
The scent of New York ebbs away as we kiss, the chatter of tourists on Broadway being accosted by street sellers turns to whispers, competing music from bars and restaurants and the inevitable honk of impatient New York drivers all fade into the distance. All I can think about is how she’s the calm in this storm—the light in this darkness, the sun to my frozen heart.
I slide my hand up Jules’ thigh and pull her onto my lap, our lips never parting. She tastes of honey and heat and evening jasmine. Her fingertips skim my cheekbones as my hand travels up her skirt. Not all the way, because that’s not how I want this to go. Not in the back of a car like this. But enough so I feel more of her, am surrounded by her.
Tonight, things have shifted between us, although maybe it’s not just tonight. Maybe this has been threatening for a while, like the storm waiting to break over the city. The more I get to know Jules, the more I want to know. The more every inexplicable thing about her becomes not only understandable, but compelling, the more I’m drawn in. I feel like I get her. And she gets me.
The car is stopped for a while and I glance out the window. We’re outside my building. We break our kiss and Jules goes to slip out of the car, but I grab her hand as she exits. I don’t want to let her go.
The big drops of rain have all merged together on the pavement, and the humidity has shifted up a gear. I’m not sure if that’s the entire city or just this stretch of sidewalk, where Jules and I are building heat.
We cross the pavement, ignoring the rain, and I press Jules up against the wall of my building. I kiss her again, relishing the way she gasps underneath me. My body begins to throb. I want this woman. I want her in the rain. On my lap. In my bed. I growl, deepening our kiss, frustrated by the lack of privacy on the street.
“Take me upstairs,” she whispers as I work kisses down her neck. “Please, Leo.”
The please is all it takes to make me shift gears. There’s no more holding back.
I march us across my building lobby, her hand tucked firmly in mine, and straight into a waiting lift. Our kisses are increasingly frantic, desperate and wanting. Her hands slide up my shirt, pressing against my stomach.
What happened tonight? Should we think this through?
Jules slides her hand over my dick. Thoughts about anything other than her hand and what it’s doing to me dissolve. She wants this just as much as I do.
There will be consequences. We both know it. But right now, I can’t think of anything besides sliding into Jules and feeling her tighten around me.
The elevator doors open, and we fall out. My mind is a blur of feeling and need. Our kisses are frantic and passionate. Her teeth graze my neck. My fingers pull at her dress. I want everything now and I want it to last all night.
The apartment is only lit by the city outside and somehow getting to those lights seems like where we’re meant to be. I want to fuck her with the city spread out below us.
I press her against the window, working my tongue down her neck, along her collarbone. She spins and lifts up her hair, revealing her zip.
I tremor with anticipation.
I’ve been waiting for this for two years.
I take the zip between my finger and thumb and begin to pull it down, tantalizingly slowly. As I reveal her soft skin, I trail my fingers over it, looking for… more of her. I want to know every bloody thing about her—body and mind.
Her breaths grow shallower the lower I go. I can tell she’s nearly as worked up as I am.
“I’m going to fuck you with the whole city watching,” I growl as I finish undoing her zip.
Her breath hitches, and she releases her hair, covering the skin I just revealed. Then she throws me a glance over her shoulder, shimmies, and her dress falls to the floor. I take a half step back to appreciate her ass in all its glory. Just as I reach for her, she turns back to the window, opens the pocket doors to my roof terrace and steps out.
She’s wearing panties and high heels and I follow her, like she has me on a leash.
The rain is still falling and it’s so hot, steam practically billows out as soon as it hits the stone floor.