Total pages in book: 66
Estimated words: 66387 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 332(@200wpm)___ 266(@250wpm)___ 221(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 66387 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 332(@200wpm)___ 266(@250wpm)___ 221(@300wpm)
“You can wear whatever you like in here,” he confirms. “In fact, I’ll join you.”
He turns and walks into his bedroom, stripping out of his tie on the way. I hear him rustling around, and about five minutes later, he’s back wearing an Oxford T-shirt and a pair of basketball shorts.
“Wow, you’re really casual.”
“I have my moments.”
I’m sitting on the couch with my legs pulled up under me, relaxing. “Aren’t you tired?”
“To the bone,” he confirms and sits next to me on the chaise side of the couch, stretching out his legs. “It feels like this is the day that will never end.”
“It’s been eventful,” I agree.
“Would you like some dinner?”
“Do you have room service in the palace?”
“Of course, we do.” He reaches over for my hand and rubs his thumb across my knuckles. “You can have anything you want, any time of day.”
“It’s like a really fancy Four Seasons.” I take stock of my body. “But I’m not ready for food yet. I think I’m too jet-lagged.”
“Tired?”
“Hmm. I know it’s like eight here, but it’s only noon back home, and I feel like I could sleep for a week.”
“Come here.” He crooks a finger, inviting me to snuggle with him.
I have never been a snuggler.
But I said no to and about a lot of things before I met Sebastian. Maybe me trying new things is a trend.
I scoot over and lay right on top of him, my head resting on his chest, my arms wrapped around him, our legs tangled.
He’s firm and warm, and his arms are strong as they loop around me. I don’t know that I ever felt better than I do right here and now.
He kisses the top of my head, and I sigh deeply. Oh, yeah, this is great. I could fall asleep right here.
“Am I squishing you?” I ask.
“No, darling,” he says softly. My tank has ridden up, and his hand lands on the small of my back. He draws light circles with his fingertips.
Damn, that feels good.
I can’t help it. I press a kiss to his chest and then nuzzle his impressive pec muscles, enjoying the way he feels beneath me.
The circles on my lower back turn into caresses, running up my spine under my tank, and then back down again. When he pushes his hand under my yoga pants to cup my bare ass beneath, I have to hold back a moan.
Sebastian has the best hands in the world.
But instead of putting me to sleep, he’s awakening my body, making my heartbeat speed up.
“Nina,” he whispers as he guides me, lying me on the couch lengthwise before covering me with his body. “You’re incredible.”
“Likewise.”
His lips twitch before he covers my mouth with his, kissing me with lazy heat. He’s in no hurry, but he’s as turned on as I am. When he settles his hips in the cradle of my pelvis, his arousal is obvious.
And pressing against me.
Good God, he’s impressive.
He pushes my shirt up and latches onto a nipple as I take the tank off and drop it onto the floor. I arch my back, longing for more.
Give me more.
“You’re absolutely beautiful,” he mutters as he switches from one hard and wet nipple to the other. His hands are everywhere. Roaming down my side to my hip before he pushes one amazing hand under the waistband of my pants to find my core. “And you’re not wearing any knickers.”
“No knickers for this girl,” I say with a grin. “If that means underwear.”
“It does.” He kisses down my sternum to my navel and hangs out there for a long moment, circling my belly button with his nose before leaving wet kisses down to my pubis. He pulls off my pants, tosses them aside, and opens me wide, looking his fill. “Bloody hell.”
“You have way too many clothes on,” I remind him, reaching for him, but he dodges out of my way. His usually tidy dark blond hair is mussed from my fingers, and his eyes are ice-blue as he takes me in from head to toe. No one has ever looked at me with the kind of lust that’s coming from Sebastian right now.
So, this is what the fuss is all about.
“You first.” With that, he licks me from clit to opening and back again, and I’m lost to him. I grip the edge of the couch, fisting my hand as my toes curl. As if that weren’t enough, he plunges two fingers inside of me, and I’m lost. My legs start to shake. Light explodes behind my eyelids.
This is how I die.
But what a way to go.
“Oh, God.” My back arches again, and everything…everything explodes around me. Through me.
If this is heaven, I don’t want to be resuscitated.
“I’m dead.”
Sebastian chuckles as he kisses up my stomach, then my sternum, and settles in to kiss me slowly on the mouth again. He brushes the hair off my cheeks and nips my chin.