Total pages in book: 133
Estimated words: 126589 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 633(@200wpm)___ 506(@250wpm)___ 422(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 126589 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 633(@200wpm)___ 506(@250wpm)___ 422(@300wpm)
“The art in this is truly magnificent, Gideon,” she said, sounding awed, and Gideon felt a bloom of warmth in his chest. “Moody and dark, but with bursts of light and beauty that sets the perfect tone for the story.”
“I had to convince Calla to leave in the darkness. She wanted it a little prettier, but I felt the story has a dark edge to it, and it needed to be reflected in the artwork.”
“It’s perfect,” she breathed, and he abruptly took the phone from her and tossed it aside.
“Hey, I wa—” The rest of her words were swallowed by his mouth as he cupped her face with one hand and surged up to finally plant the kiss he’d been so desperate to give her on her beautiful mouth.
He felt her lips stretch into a smile before her hands came up to his jaw and she leaned into the kiss.
Gideon, unsatisfied by the lack of control he had over the embrace, while—to all intents and purposes—flat on his back and supporting his weight on one elbow, pulled her down over him until her chest was flush against his.
He groaned, and moved one hand up to her nape, and the other to her butt.
She made a breathy little sound and happily scooted over until she was straddling his thighs.
For the next few minutes they were content to leisurely kiss, and explore each other’s mouths thoroughly, lazy sweeps of their tongues, languid nips of their teeth. It was all-consuming, and it stoked a fire that had merely been banked these last few weeks. Banked and waiting for one strong gust of air to send it flaring out of control again.
No matter what they’d told themselves—and each other—this had never been over. It had always been there between them, in every interaction, lurking in the shadows like a ravening beast. So, the slow leisurely kissing was never going to last very long, not when she was unconsciously grinding her clit up against the ridge of his cock, not when he had a handful of her round arse under his palms, guiding that grinding to maximize their pleasure.
“Baby,” he moaned into her mouth, scarcely aware of what he was saying. “I’ve missed you. I’ve missed this. You’ve been driving me crazy these last two weeks. Every night I’d watch you put on a show for me and then leave me hard and aching and unfulfilled. Every night, I’d have to bring myself off in the shower, while imagining all the wild and wicked things I’d do with your mouth and body.”
She shuddered and rewarded him with a slow, hard grind. Her skin was flushed, her eyes fevered, she could barely control her breathing. She looked so turned on that he knew anything would set her off right now.
He planted a hand on either side of her lush hips and lifted her up and to the side.
“Nooo,” she protested, and immediately tried to clamber back up. He held her back until he was able to reverse their former position. He was on top of her, hips wedged between her spread thighs.
Her dress was a fragile thing that seemed to be made of dark blue tissue paper. It floated when she walked, and she’d looked absolutely beautiful in it tonight. Now all he wanted was to get the damned thing off. But it was like a living entity, clinging to everything. He couldn’t figure out where the damned thing ended.
Finally, he found the hem and dragged it up over her body until he was able to maneuver it completely off—and tossed it aside—leaving her clad in nothing but a black, lacy bra and matching skimpy bikini panties.
“Fuck, I’ll never get used to seeing your body. You’re so perfect. I want to kiss every single inch of you. I want to lick every hill and valley of your body, explore you with my tongue, find your sensitive spots, and feast until you melt into my mouth.”
“Yes,” she breathed. “Oh yes, please. I want that too. I want it so much, Gideon.”
She reached behind her back and unclasped her bra, while he tugged those sexy panties off and—as if by unspoken agreement—the both sent the undergarments soaring in the same direction as her dress.
He was still fully-dressed—minus only tie and jacket—even though the expensive gray Alexander McQueen suit was hopelessly wrinkled by now.
“I want to touch you too, I want to see you.” She plucked at his shirt buttons, but he batted her hands away and took care of the top two buttons and undid the platinum and diamond cufflinks, carelessly tossing them onto the pedestal beside the bed. After that, he impatiently dragged the shirt up over his head—leaving untidy peaks in his hair—and balled it up to throw it over his shoulder, where it must have landed somewhere close to her dress.