Total pages in book: 84
Estimated words: 76915 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 385(@200wpm)___ 308(@250wpm)___ 256(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 76915 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 385(@200wpm)___ 308(@250wpm)___ 256(@300wpm)
“Are you afraid of this?”
I shook my head. Even though I was. Not that he would physically harm me. I only worried about my heart. If I would please him. If he would please me, though I had less doubts about that. I worried about after… what was about to happen, happened.
“Good,” he breathed, turning me to face him. He eyes were on my mouth for a heartbeat, then he was kissing me. It was a kiss unlike any we had ever shared. Maybe because we both knew where, and how, this kiss was leading us.
His lips were so soft against my mouth. The way his hands cupped my face, and the gentle pressure of his lips on mine was almost reverent. But within moments everything went wild. Suddenly he was crushing me against his chest, holding me tightly as his tongue ravaged my mouth.
I gasped at the rapid onslaught of his desire. The heat and urgency of his touch overwhelmed me. His touch washed away all my uncertainty. All my fears and doubts had no chance against the towering wave of his touch. The past and the future had ceased to exist. There was only this moment. There was only his body pressed against me, and the way my body, in turn, surrendered.
“Mishka,” he rasped out, tearing his mouth from mine with a Herculean effort. “My God.”
He lifted me into his arms and stalked towards the huge bed facing the bank of windows. The determination in his eyes made me shiver. The teasing smiles of the gentle giant were gone. This man was a warrior. A conqueror.
And my body would be his battleground.
He shifted my weight as we reached the bed, letting my legs slowly drop to the floor. My body slide against his in the most delicious way, creating friction and ramping up our desire. By the time my feet hit the soft cream-colored rug, I felt like a different woman. Not eve n a woman. I felt like my body was no longer flesh, but instead a different element altogether. I was made of liquid, no longer solid. Just warm, soft, and receptive to whatever came next.
To whatever he wanted to do to me.
What came next was Anton, staring at me hungrily while his hands made quick but gentle work of removing my clothing, kissing each inch of me as it was revealed. I shivered as he lifted each foot, removing my shearling lined cork clogs and cashmere socks. Then he tugged down the deliciously soft lounge pants I had worn on the plane. He dropped to his knees and kissed my bare belly softly, and I nearly fainted.
I stood there, exposed, in my bra and panties. The cool ocean air was blowing in and over my body, giving me goosebumps. But he quickly stood and warmed me with his big, strong body.
Now, I was shivering for a different reason. He kissed me again, molding me against his heat. The next thing I knew, he was laying me down on the bed, He undressed quickly, leaving his pants on, but unbuckled. I stared at him, trying to memorize the way he looked…
He was beautiful. Sexy. Loving. Anton was so handsome and darkly intense. So focused on me.
Just the look in his eyes was intoxicating. The gentle touch of his fingertips as they slid up my bare legs.
He shifted until he was above me, his body against mine for the first time horizontally, bracing himself on his muscular arms, pressing me into the bed. The weight of him did something to me. I felt feminine and desired in a new way. Protected. Possessed.
Every single one of my senses were heightened. I was all heart and body, emotion and sensation, but I could barely think. I could feel the wool of his slacks against my legs, his open buckle pressing into my belly for barely a moment before he reached down and pulled it away.
Now there was one less thing between him and me. One less barrier. One less obstruction.
No words were necessary. Not that I could concentrate on anything but the feeling of him. The scent of him. The heat of him.
Anton was my entire world at that moment. My entire universe. Nothing else existed.
He kissed me again, rolling to his side and bringing me with him. He ran his hand up my flank to my shoulder, then down over my back. His touch on my bare skin was so soothing. So healing. So exciting and new.
I had never felt this good in my entire life. Every inch of my body was alive with electricity. His skin felt like velvet and silk, rubbing against mine. I arched my back as his lips moved to my neck. His breath tickled my ear before he nipped the lobe and moved lower.