Total pages in book: 107
Estimated words: 98418 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 492(@200wpm)___ 394(@250wpm)___ 328(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 98418 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 492(@200wpm)___ 394(@250wpm)___ 328(@300wpm)
His blue eyes fix me to the spot. My heart is racing. Desire ignites and blazes through me like wild fire. He drops his hand and grasps my thigh just above my knee, he runs his hand ever so slowly up my leg and just underneath the hem of my dress. The tips of his fingers gently skim the edge of the lace on my French knickers. My breathing hitches and accelerates. He brushes his lips across my neck making me tremble, then he suddenly pulls back and looks at me. The look he gives me is raw and primal and so full of promise. It makes me want to tear his shirt off and run my nails down what I now know is an amazing set of abs. He tilts his face to mine and pauses a moment; I think he’s waiting to see if I’ll turn away. I couldn’t if I wanted to. I have allowed myself to become intoxicated by him… something I know I would not have allowed to happen had I been less inebriated.
From the first time I met this man I have made every effort not to allow him to get under my skin, denying his effect on me, whilst inviting his attentions. It’s a very fine line to tread and a particularly difficult one at that, but I have never felt more sexy and confident than I do in this moment, though I have a feeling my excessive alcohol intake may be responsible for that. There is something about him, that makes you just want him, whilst hating yourself at the same time.
I can feel his breath on my lips. Suddenly he grabs a handful of my hair at the base of my neck and presses his lips to mine with a force verging on violence. Before I can stop myself I find my own fingers mimicking his pulling at his hair. My entire body detonates like a bomb, desire gives way to pure untamed animal need. I want him, every fibre of my body burns for him. My skin tingles and a soft moan escapes me.
A small voice in the back of mind alerts me to the possible consequences of this situation, but the raw need pulsing through me quickly quashes it away. As if in answer to me he kisses me back harder, and then bites my bottom lip. He grabs my arse and pulls me toward him, pushing his erection into my hip leaving me with absolutely no doubt as to my influence. He eventually pulls away from me, leaving me gasping and breathless. His eyes are blazing with need, clearly just as affected as I am.
He takes a deep breath and flashes me a wry smile. He leans in close again. “You taste as good as you look Lilly.” He breathes close to my ear and then grazes my ear lobe with his teeth. It sends shivers down my spine making my fingers dig into his back. I'm left gasping, my legs trembling, which I tell myself is from the alcohol and not his lips. I cling to him for support. I know in the morning I will regret having succumbed to his charms, but right now I want him so damn badly and I just can’t find the will power to pry myself away from his beautiful face, or his oh so capable lips, or the firm muscles under my fingers. Oh god I can just imagine how hot he looks naked. This is a dangerous line of thought when involved with this man. He just has the kind of lure that makes me want filthy sex with him, the kind of sex that would have me screaming out his name whilst clawing my nails down his back. His effect is worrying, he can make me completely forget all reason with just one look. I take a deep breath and clear my mind, without his lips touching my skin I’m able to form semi rational thoughts once again.
I just kissed Theodore Ellis, my firm’s biggest client. I've crossed a line. Shit! This is bad. This is really fucking bad.
I step back. “Um, I need to go and find my brother.” I manage to say.
He smiles tightly. “I’ll see you later then.” It’s almost a threat, but he releases me and I am grateful.
I turn and walk or rather stagger across the dance floor. I didn't realise how drunk I was, supported by Theo's strong arms, now it's hitting me like a freight train. That last round of shots has finished me off.
I spot Harry dancing with Molly less than innocently. I approach them and Molly beams at me. Harry is dressed in jeans and a blue striped shirt. His dark hair and tan almost make him look Italian, but his green eyes are a give-away. I notice him eyeing Molly’s arse. I slap him round the back of the head. He looks like a naughty little boy who’s been caught doing something he shouldn’t, he laughs. Keeping Harry and Molly apart has been my life’s mission. It would just be so wrong.