Total pages in book: 90
Estimated words: 84982 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 425(@200wpm)___ 340(@250wpm)___ 283(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 84982 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 425(@200wpm)___ 340(@250wpm)___ 283(@300wpm)
Dropping the towel on the bed, I grabbed a brush and ran it through my hair until the tangles were gone. I needed a glass of water before finally climbing into bed. I’d drunk more lemon drops than anything this evening, and my mouth felt parched. I hadn’t drunk nearly enough water today.
I went to open the door and glanced around to see the lights were off, and the area was illuminated by the city that never slept outside the floor-to-ceiling windows. Walking quietly over to the bar, I took a glass and opened the ice maker to fill it before adding water. It was going to be hard to go back to my house after being spoiled, staying here. This was a level of luxury I’d never had a taste of, and I had to admit, I liked it. I knew that it wouldn’t always be like this when I rode for others, and I shouldn’t get used to it.
I took a drink from the glass, then turned around and almost dropped it. Instead of the glass shattering on the floor at my feet, Thatcher’s hand wrapped around it as I stared up at him with my heart now racing in my chest. I hadn’t heard him walk out of his room, much less move in so close behind me.
“You scared me,” I gasped.
“Good.”
He smelled amazing. I inhaled the clean scent of his soap, and then my eyes dropped to his bare chest. The sight of the small barbell in his nipple up close had me sucking in my next breath. Dear Lord, his chest was the kind of chiseled perfection that sculptures were made of. Unable to stop myself, I continued greedily taking him in as my eyes moved lower until the towel that was wrapped around his waist left me frozen. He’d come out here in only a towel. I couldn’t breathe.
“I, uh, um, I …” The words came out in a breathless stammer as my face grew hot.
I’d never been this close to an almost-naked man before and most assuredly not one who looked like Thatcher Shephard.
He lifted his arm, and I watched him take a drink from my glass of ice water he’d saved from crashing to the marble floor. In the shadows, his eyes reminded me of black velvet, and I was mesmerized. I should be moving. Getting some distance. Rushing back to the safety of my room. Yet here I was, fighting the urge to bury my face in his chest and soak it all in.
“Thirsty, little doll?” His voice was deep and raspy, causing me to visibly shiver.
Now, I was covered in goose bumps. I hoped he couldn’t see it in the dark. I had already embarrassed myself enough.
I nodded, not sure I trusted my voice.
He stepped closer, and my entire body tingled with excitement as he placed the glass on the bar behind me. I wanted to touch him so badly that my hands were fisted at my sides to keep from doing it. He was so warm … and hard … and broad. The cedar and spice scent of his skin felt as if it were wrapping around me. My eyes fluttered as I inhaled. God, that was good.
Strong hands grabbed my waist, and my eyes snapped open as I was lifted from the ground and placed on the smooth granite of the countertop behind me. I still had to tilt back my head a fraction to meet his gaze, but I was closer to eye level now. I could feel the warmth from his breath on my cheek.
“You shouldn’t walk around with so little covering your body.”
The threat in his tone didn’t frighten me, or perhaps it did, but that emotion paled to the crazed fever that was surging just beneath my skin. His hands moved to my bare thighs as he dropped his gaze to where my sleep shorts had ridden up.
My lips parted as I began to pant while watching his fingers slide up the inside of my legs. I had experienced the ache between my legs before. I knew how to give myself an orgasm. But, holy crap, I hadn’t known it could feel this intense.
“Will you go back to bed and play with your pussy?” he asked me, his gaze flicking up to meet mine.
I swallowed, then continued to breathe hard.
“Do you slide one of your dainty fingers inside, or is rubbing your clit enough?”
I managed to blink as I stared at him, unable to speak. Trying to make words come out of my mouth wasn’t my biggest concern here. There was a good chance I was going to combust on the spot with just the sound of his gravelly voice and unrestrained carnal gleam in his eyes. Everything I’d ever been taught about sin, Satan, and hell all seemed less threatening in this moment.