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)
"Wow arrogant much." I gasp, barely able to breathe.
He laughs. "Maybe. It doesn't change the facts Lilly. You're body was made for me. You're all I can think about, all I want." His teeth graze my earlobe. "I want to kiss you, touch you, taste you." I tremble. I want to tell him that clearly I'm not all he wants as proved by Barbie attached to his neck earlier, but that would make it seem as though I care and I don’t. Not really.
I know I’m being played, but my traitorous body won’t let me move away from him, I’m drawn to him on such a primal level it’s almost painful to deny myself. He kisses down my neck until I'm panting wildly. God I need to get a grip. "Stop fighting it Lilly. Switch off your mind and let your body have its way. You want someone to use sugar, use me. I'm more than willing." I whimper desperately. The war between my body and mind reaches a frenzied crescendo.
I fist my fingers in his tousled hair, his beautiful face barely an inch from mine. My mind switches off, and my body takes over. "You're still a prick." I breathe before pressing my lips to his firmly. His lips part and I eagerly explore his mouth. He moans as his hands roam my waist and hips.
"And you are the most infuriating and ridiculously fucking sexy woman I’ve ever met." He growls against my lips. He quickly picks me up placing me on the edge of the pool table, his firm thighs pressed between my legs. My fingers make quick work of his shirt until his glorious torso is on display. His shoulders and arms are layered in muscle, his chest is broad with perfectly defined pecs, and his abs look like they were chiselled from stone. His deep set guidelines dip into his jeans, which just about finishes me off. He has a large tribal tattoo which starts at his shoulder and spreads out across his right pec and halfway down his abs on the right side. His other arm has what looks like a lion in a snarling roar that covers his entire upper arm. Then ironically there are a pair of angel wings tattooed symmetrically to sit parallel with each of his guide lines, just above the waist band of his jeans. If there's one thing that I'm a sucker for, it's tattoos. The businessman turned rebellious bad boy in full view, and shit it's so damn sexy. Just like that our serious conversation is forgotten and I am literally breathless, gasping and hyperventilating whilst my fingers claw at his hard flesh.
He smiles widely at me. "That good huh?" He laughs.
I have to laugh back. "Hey, I appreciate the finer things in life."
"Oh, so do I." He eyes the length of my body and presses closer to me. I meet his gaze boldly, not backing down from him. A small wry smile lights up his godly face. He really is stunning, his features so sculpted they look as though they should have been created by Da Vinci himself. He's so close that I can feel his breath on my neck, my whole body is so tightly wound, waiting and wanting. He smells amazing, of cologne and something else I can't place, it's so manly and intoxicating.
I kiss him, my tongue caresses his and I nip at his bottom lip. Like a primed predator, he snaps and loses control. Before I know it, I’m flat on my back on the pool table. His lips and tongue are everywhere at once. His hands thrust under my skirt before I hear the tearing of my lace thong. Moisture pools between my thighs as the material bites into the skin at my hips. His hands grip my hips, dragging me down the pool table, pulling my dress up as I go. Before I can do anything, his head dips down and his tongue lashes against my clit. The only sound from my mouth is a strangled moan. My hips buck off the table as I tremble under his assault. His grip on my hips tightens, pinning me down as my nails claw at the velvet surface underneath me. He releases one of my hips before suddenly thrusting two fingers inside me without warning. I come hard against his relentless tongue, screaming and thrashing underneath him. My entire body feels numb as I lay there for a moment, panting. He flashes me a shit eating grin before offering me his hand and pulling me off the table. The whole thing could only have taken a couple of minutes. Like I said, he’s good.
He spins me away from him and pulls my back up to his hard chest and abdomen. His tongue traces a slow line up the side of my neck as I hear the unmistakeable sound of a zip being lowered.