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)
I want to argue, but I don’t doubt he’ll do as he says, so I bite my bottom lip trying to supress my less than tame feelings. He holds the door open for me and I climb in the back seat, he follows me into the car and James pulls away. The small space between us suddenly seems too much to bear, as though it's a physical pressure crushing my lungs. I grasp the door handle as though I were on a cliff edge and about to fall to my death. My breathing is embarrassingly loud and I know it won't have escaped his notice.
We sit in silence for a long time before he eventually chuckles quietly under his breath. I glance up at him.
"And to think you ever denied this." He gestures to the space between us.
I scowl at him. "Oh, sorry I didn't just immediately fall at your feet with willingly spread legs." I roll my eyes sarcastically.
"It is exactly your lack of willing that causes this. You make me so crazy. Most of my time is spent either thinking about the last time I had sex with you or plotting how to get it again as soon as possible."
I look up at him. "Well you know Theo there's really no plotting necessary. This..." I gesture between us again."... is really very easy. I want sex, you want sex. Simple."
He smiles brilliantly at me. "I most certainly do...right now." He opens the door and pulls me out. I hadn't even noticed that we'd stopped.
He pulls me along to the front door of a large town house. It's a beautiful building set back from the road with a small semi-circle drive way and big electric gates on each side. Tall period windows adorn the front of the house either side of an enormous front door.
“I thought you were taking me home?” I ask.
“Well, my home is closer, and I’m kind of impatient right now.” He smirks.
He unlocks the door disarms the alarm system. The hallway is painted a dark grey and has a mirror that runs about eight feet along the wall. The stairs are to the left of the spacious hall. He leads me through the hall switching on lights and pushes open a door into a very large bedroom. The tall ceilings and floor to ceiling windows give the room a certain grandeur. The over-sized iron framed bed takes central focus in the room, with its intricately woven metal vines. The furnishings are antique, yet all have been sympathetically modernised. The room is a soft aqua colour with one feature wall of black and silver embellished paper behind the bed. The light reflects off of the silver throwing patterns on the walls.
"Your house is really quite beautiful." I say. He smiles at me in a way that makes my knees feel weak. He stalks towards me slowly. My chest tightens and I take an involuntary step back. He suddenly catches me around the waist and pulls me to him, startling me. I gasp and meet his piercing gaze, filled with danger and lust. He pushes my coat off over my shoulders so it falls to the floor.
His eyes wonder over my face, studying me. "You are really quite beautiful Lilly." His voice is a deep husky rasp as it washes over my startled senses, throwing petrol on the flames of desire that already burn through my veins. I close my eyes as I fight to tame my hammering heart and heaving chest.
He tilts his head and presses his lips to mine. My entire body is drawn toward him as I claw to get closer to him. I moan as he traces my bottom lip with the tip of his tongue, he seizes the opportunity and forces his tongue into my mouth. My mind quickly becomes clouded, unable to form any coherent thought other than ripping his clothes off. His steady assured control only serves to turn me on even more. I grab the hem of his shirt and rip it up and over his head to reveal his glorious body. I run my hands over him, tracing the lines of his tattoo as it winds over his solid pecs and down over his chiselled abs. His expression is mildly amused. He fists a hand roughly into my hair and wrenches my head back. His lips work over my neck and throat kissing and nipping his way down to the seam of my top. He pulls it over my head, before unbuttoning my jeans and slipping them down my legs where I step out of them. He runs his hands down my sides making me tremble, before continuing down until he cups my bum with both hands and then lifts me as though I weigh nothing. I willingly part my legs, wrapping them around his waist, the bare skin of my stomach presses against his chest making me shiver. He kisses my neck and throat with a fevered passion as he walks me to the bed.