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)
He smiles at me, sensing my excitement. "I need to leave here in an hour."
"Okay, come on, let’s shower." I jump off the bed strip off his T-shirt, which I’ve taken to wearing to bed. He smirks as he assesses my almost naked state.
"I said an hour sugar, not three." He flashes me an impossibly sexy smirk.
"Well you'll just have to make it quick. After all I know you can do quick." I giggle. He did make it up to me several times throughout yesterday afternoon and last night, but I was shocked at just how quickly it was over that first time. Poor guy must have been gagging for it. He stands and closes the distance between us, placing his hand at the base of my throat.
"So you think it's funny huh? I'd just like to remind you, that I was horny as hell, then you go and spring your smoking hot body on me, clad in lace hold ups. I'm sorry, but there are guys that would have just come in their pants at the sight of that."
"Pervert." I murmur. He smiles his oh so fucking hot, I’m going to do you damage smile at me and I melt. My mouth goes dry. I study his broad defined chest and his chiselled abs, the ink work that winds over his sculpted arms. Moisture pools between my thighs, making me clamp them together. His smile gets bigger and he chuckles. "And you think I’m a pervert. Shit." He shakes his head.
I glare at him, resenting the power he has over me. "I like tattoo’s."
Suddenly he pushes my knickers down my legs before discarding his own underwear. He picks me up and I wrap my legs around his waist laughing as he walks us into the bathroom.
Needless to say it wasn't a quickie and we were half an hour late leaving the house.
James stops and drops me off at work on the way to the airport. I keep telling myself it's only three days, but already I’ve come to depend on him, and count on my daily fix. Something about him has become comforting to me, like a safe harbour.
"I'll see you on Friday." He smiles, but I know he's unhappy about the impending short separation.
"Okay. I'll see you then." Not really knowing what else to say I kiss him. Softly at first, but by the time we pull apart both our breathing is ragged. I give him one last peck on the lips before stepping out of the car.
I'm staying at the flat for the next couple of days. Theo told me to stay at the house, but it feels so big and empty on my own, besides, I haven't spent much time with Molly and George lately so it'll be nice to have a few days with them.
I love being with Theo, and waking up with him in the morning has become a guilty pleasure, but I miss the morning banter with my closest friends. Plus, I really need to man up and deal with being on my own. My addiction to him is just as it always has been…unhealthy.
I'm in the car on the way to work on Wednesday morning when my phone rings. I smile as I read the display.
"Hey." I grin as I speak into the receiver.
"Hi sugar. I missed you last night." I didn't even realise I was tense until I hear his voice, it's like a soothing balm to my entire being, I smile, letting it sink in and sedate my body.
"Hmmm, I missed you to. How is Rome?"
"Good, I crammed meetings from eight this morning until eight this evening. So it's looking like I could have his all wrapped up by Thursday. You and I can spend the whole weekend together."
"Oh, lucky me. What shall we do?" I say seductively.
He chuckles down the phone. "Well if you keep talking like that you won't be seeing anything of Rome aside from my bed." His voice is a low rumble that sends goose bumps over my body.
"Sounds good." I manage to gasp, though my voice sounds breathy and strained. He laughs. God I want him so much. Images burst through my mind. Theo with that ridiculously sexy smile on his perfect face, his eyebrow cocked in that blatant invitation. I take a deep breath as an ache starts to form between my legs. I bite my lower lip trying to tame my wild fantasies. The next image of his chest, his defined abs flexing over me.
"Lilly?" His voice pulls me to the present.
"Yes." I breathe.
He laughs again. "Do you need a minute?"
I sigh, irritated by his effect on me. "Maybe." I mumble.
"Don't worry sugar. I can't wait to see you either. I'll speak to you tomorrow?"
"Okay." I huff. "Bye."
"Bye." He whispers, before the line goes dead. Luckily he hasn't taken to saying those dreaded three words to me regularly yet. Not that it didn't mean a lot, but I’m worried that if he says the words to me then I’ll be expected to reciprocate. I'm not sure that I don't love Theo, but even if I do, I’m not about to put my heart out there like that until I’m sure it won't be shredded.