Total pages in book: 104
Estimated words: 94834 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 474(@200wpm)___ 379(@250wpm)___ 316(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 94834 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 474(@200wpm)___ 379(@250wpm)___ 316(@300wpm)
“Seriously?” Oakley asks, stepping through to the lobby and glancing up at the impressive high ceilings of the most luxurious hotel in the city. “You brought me to a hotel? What kind of girl do you take me for?”
“First off, you’re exactly the type of girl I think you are, don’t try to deny that. It’s not a bad thing,” I tell her, leading her to the private elevator. “And secondly, get your mind out of the gutter. Just because we’re in a hotel, doesn’t mean I brought you here to fuck. Though that can certainly be arranged.”
Oakley laughs as the elevator door opens and I lead her inside it. She walks in front, and I put myself in a position to purposefully have to lean across her to press the button for the rooftop. She sucks in a gasp at just how close I am, though I don’t see how this is any different than having her warm cunt pressed right up against me on my bike.
“Rooftop?” she questions, eyeing me with suspicion. “How do you have access to the rooftop?”
“My friend owns the hotel,” I explain. “He lets me come up here anytime I need.”
“Ahh, sounds like I’m going after the wrong friend,” she teases.
I laugh. If only she knew exactly what that friend wanted with her.
The elevator starts to take off, and I know I only have a few seconds to hear that soft gasp, and damn it, there’s not a thing I wouldn’t do to hear it again. Wanting to see just how far I can push her, I move in front of her, the privacy of the elevator making this moment more intense.
The tension rises as she lifts her gaze to mine, her jaw popping open as a soft exhale of oxygen escapes her plump lips. I step into her and she backs up, but I keep going, getting closer and closer until her back is against the far wall of the elevator, her perfect tits pressed up against my chest.
I see the rapid thrumming of her pulse at the base of her throat, and I will myself not to curl my fingers around it. She’s not ready for that yet, but she will be in time. Dipping my head, I bring my lips right next to her ear, not saying a damn word, not even touching her and that’s exactly where I stay, letting her feel the brush of my breath against her skin. The rest is up to her.
The silence is deafening, and I lock my hands on the railing on either side of her hips, caging her in as her hand slips up the front of my shirt, her fingers spreading wide over my chest. She starts to tilt her head, opening up her neck for me, silently begging me to kiss her there, but I don’t dare. The tension is too thick, and I fucking crave it.
Oakley sucks in a deep breath, her chest rising and falling in quick movements, and I know without a doubt that she’ll close the distance, but the elevator dings with our arrival at the rooftop. The second the door slides open, the tension rushes out of the small metal box, and a grin spreads wide across my face.
Realization dawns in her eyes, and I take a step back, all too fucking proud of myself.
“Oh, shit,” she breathes, refusing to move, needing a minute to recover. Her eyes remain locked on mine but her rapid breathing doesn’t slow. “That was a risky game.”
“No, Firefly,” I say, blocking the elevator door to keep it from closing between us. “That was just a taste.”
Chapter 6
OAKLEY
The elevator doors close behind me as I step out onto the rooftop of one of the tallest buildings in the city, and I’m instantly struck by the breathtaking view. “Holy shit,” I whisper, my voice getting lost in the soft breeze.
I walk right up to the edge, gripping the railing as I peer out at the stunning skyline. It’s close to three in the morning, and the city is clouded in darkness, but the soft glow of moonlight combined with the city lights makes for a sight I’ve never been so lucky to witness before.
A set of strong arms grips the railing on either side of me as I feel Dalton’s wide chest press against my back, his warmth completely consuming me. He cages me in, and if he were anyone else, I’d have his balls for how forward he’s been with me tonight. Yet there’s something about him that has me craving his every touch. I mean, damn, that bullshit in the elevator. He barely touched me, yet I felt like I’d never been so thoroughly fucked in my life.
One thing is for sure. Dalton Eros is not only trouble, he’s wicked in all the right ways. He’s going to destroy me, and I’m going to drop to my knees and let him.