Total pages in book: 30
Estimated words: 27772 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 139(@200wpm)___ 111(@250wpm)___ 93(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 27772 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 139(@200wpm)___ 111(@250wpm)___ 93(@300wpm)
“That you’re a virgin?” I nod. “Fuck, no.” His eyes wander over my face for a long moment, and then he takes a step back, not fully out of my space but far enough away that I can no longer feel his erection. I watch him adjust himself and bite my bottom lip. “Don’t look at me like that, Ree. We still have at least another hour here.”
“Okay,” I breathe, and his jaw clenches. I press my palms flat against the wall behind me so I don’t reach for him like I want to. Have I ever felt this desirable, this powerful? No, I don’t think I have. I’ve also never been this turned on, so the next hour will be interesting.
Chapter 13
Brodie
With my hand wrapped around Ree’s thigh, I watch the city lights go by and attempt to get myself under control. This evening was a test of my willpower, and if I could have left the fundraiser an hour ago, I would have. But I knew there was no way I’d be able to get away without Doug calling me out for my early departure.
When the car pulls up outside the hotel, I push the door open and then reach in to take Ree’s hand, helping her out. Once she’s on her feet outside the car, I lean in and thank the driver before slamming the door closed. Taking her hand in mine, I walk with her into the hotel and lead her to the elevator. Neither of us has said a word since we left the fundraiser, but there has been an undercurrent of sexual tension building since I had her pressed up against that wall in the hall at the event. The elevator doors open, and we both step on. I press the button for our floor and look down, finding her fidgeting with her clutch like she’s nervous.
Her eyes lift to mine, dark and heated with desire, her cheeks slightly pink. No, she’s not nervous; she’s turned on. And I haven’t even touched her yet. My hands fist at my sides. Virgin. She’s a virgin. The knowledge makes me want her more, but it also reminds me that I need to take this slowly, even if it kills me.
The doors open on our floor, and I somehow manage not to pick her up and carry her down the hall to my room. I also somehow manage to get out my key card to open the door without fumbling. As soon as the door closes behind us, she turns to face me, and the live wire set to ignite all evening goes off with a bang. The two of us lunge in a blur of hands, mouths, and teeth as we go at each other with abandon. I get off my jacket, then get distracted by the noises she makes as I nip her collarbone. While she works on the buttons of my shirt, I unzip the back of her dress and kiss down her shoulder, then grin when she makes a disgruntled sound. Capturing her mouth with mine, I take over for her with the buttons and shrug off my shirt while her dress pools around her waist, exposing the strapless lace bra she’s wearing. I lose her mouth for a moment when I toss my shirt away and help her out of her dress, adding it to the pile of clothes on the chair in the corner. Afterward, I walk her backward to the bed. When she falls against the mattress onto her back, I loom over her, taking her mouth again and sliding my hands behind her back to unhook her bra before kissing down her chest and pulling it out from under her, tossing it away. Lifting my head as I stand, I take in her exposed breasts and pretty pink nipples, then run my hand down the top of her thigh around to her calf and lift her ankle. Her shoes are just as sexy as her dress, and it takes me a minute to unclasp them. Once I have both off, I take out my wallet and toss it onto the bed, then put one knee on the mattress and settle between her legs.
“Brodie,” she breathes against my mouth, lifting her hips into mine as I move my hand up her inner thigh. “You have too many clothes on.”
“I do. But I also want to make this good for you, and if I take off my pants, I won’t be able to slow down.” I kiss her, my hand moving farther up her thigh. Then my fingers skim over the lace covering her, and I bite back a curse. She’s soaking wet. I move the material aside and slip my fingers through her wet folds, rolling the tips over her clit. She whimpers and lifts her hips.