Total pages in book: 89
Estimated words: 84655 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 423(@200wpm)___ 339(@250wpm)___ 282(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 84655 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 423(@200wpm)___ 339(@250wpm)___ 282(@300wpm)
“I can handle him,” I assure Ignacio just as he spins me again.
Only this time he doesn’t pull me back, and I crash against Flynn’s chest.
“I don’t want you dancing with my friends,” he growls, his head so low I can feel the words leave his mouth on my lips.
“Then you better fill my dance card.”
I expect him to step away. It’s what he’s been doing all night, so it’s shocks me when he grips the meat of my ass in one huge hand and pulls me to his chest. His other hand tangles in my hair at the base of my neck seconds before his mouth lowers, tongue licking away a trail of sweat from my neck.
Even with overheated skin from dancing all night, it gives me cold chills. My fingers dig into the fabric of his shirt, and in seconds, I go from having a good time to wanting to get the hell out of here. Dancing is fun. Dancing with Flynn as he moves his hips seductively is better, but I have a laundry list of things I want to do with this man, and none of them include an audience.
“You have a beautiful smile,” he says, lips brushing the shell of my ear. “You should show it more often.”
Of course, it’s easy to smile around him. He’s fun and entertaining, and for the most part he doesn’t treat me like a child. He stopped ignoring me. His eyes sparkle when I walk into a room regardless of the hard set to his mouth.
It’s when he’s not around that my face falls, but he’s not going anywhere, so I don’t have to worry about that.
Angling my head back, I look into his eyes. His body moves, guiding mine with an ease I never would’ve expected from the strait-laced man. His fingers on my ass tighten, his erection speaking for him as his eyes dip to my lips. Just knowing he’s looking at them makes my mouth tingle.
I brush my lips across his, a test to see what he’s willing to do. He hardly acknowledged me when I came down the stairs in my dress since he was in front of his friends. Now, there are dozens of people shifting around us as they move to the music. Getting rejected in front of everyone would crush me, so I take tiny steps. A small touch, a teasing nip to his bottom lip.
His eyes flare, the hand in my hair moving to reposition my face.
He kisses me. It’s not a rough, hurried kiss like the very first we shared. This one is filled with so much passion, I’m tempted to hike my dress and climb him like a tree right here on the dance floor.
He doesn’t allow it. The man is always in control of himself, always cognizant of what’s going on around him regardless of what he’s doing.
When we break away, I lift my head, unwilling to let him go far but he prevents our mouths from meeting a second time.
“Look.” His fingers at my neck shift, allowing my head to turn to the side.
Although we were guaranteed no paparazzi would make it past the front door, some still managed. The flashes I thought were part of the lighting system are in fact bulb flashes from their cameras. I shrug, uncaring that they’re here. All I care about is getting my hands back on him, hopefully with less clothing between us.
“It’s fine,” I say, my voice raw and scratchy with desire. “Let’s get out of here.”
“Ready to go home already?”
I shake my head as his teeth dig into his plump bottom lip, a frown forming when he notices that it’s drawing all of my attention. His mouth feels amazing on mine and I can’t help but wonder how it will feel all over my body, on my stomach, brushing the inside of my thigh. Geez, I’m letting myself get worked up over here.
“Hotel,” I tell him, hating the way it makes his jaw clench.
He just kissed the life out of me, and now he has an issue with going back to a room where we can have a little privacy? He’s going to give me whiplash.
“Please?” I rotate my hips against his, realizing with the kiss we’ve stopped dancing and are standing still in the middle of the room, people swirling around us.
“Remi,” he warns, but the grip he has on my ass tightens, drawing me impossibly closer instead of pushing me away.
“Flynn,” I tease, using the same tone.
“You’re making me crazy.”
“So you keep saying.” I nip at his jaw before I drag my tongue down his neck. He’s all man and clean sweat and even though my hands are shaking at the prospect of being alone with him while we’re both sober, healthy, and energized from dancing close, I’m not scared. We could go to a hotel and just hold each other. My body is on fire, but I learned to control my hormones a long time ago.