Total pages in book: 36
Estimated words: 33281 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 166(@200wpm)___ 133(@250wpm)___ 111(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 33281 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 166(@200wpm)___ 133(@250wpm)___ 111(@300wpm)
His green eyes rove over me, a smirk on his face. Despite his expression, it's obvious that he's exhausted and in pain. A fine sheen of pain coats his eyes, tightening his expression "I thought you concluded earlier today that I am crazy, Temptation."
"Clearly!" I cry, staring at him like he's a foreign species. I think he may be. There is no one else on the planet like this wild man. "He's been threatening to send me to a convent for the last two hours because of you."
"Yeah? You'd make a hell of a nun. Might even give me a fetish." His eyes dance over me again, darkening. "If he thinks a habit, a remote location, and a few devout old ladies would keep me from getting to you, he's wrong, though. I'd fuck you up against a wall in a convent, lickety-split."
"Oh, my god. Stop talking!" I feel the heat blazing like the sun in my cheeks. Does he ever say anything normal or is everything that comes out of his mouth shameless and filthy? I'm not sure I want to know the answer to that question.
He pushes away from the railing, grabbing for me.
Before I can even think to evade him, he's got his arms around me, dragging me up against his chest. For a man with a concussion, he moves quick. I melt into him without meaning to do it, my body pressed to his as if it's exactly where I belong. Electricity hums against my skin everywhere we touch, as if it's collecting there, preparing to unleash in a shower of lightning.
"Fuck," he growls, backing me up against the wall beside the door. "I planned on being a gentleman but that sassy fucking mouth of yours is ruining my plans, Temptation."
"Liar," I breathe. We both know he had no intention of being a gentleman. We both know that he's going to use every trick in the book to break through my defenses while we're on the road together. I knew it before I even agreed to drive him, but I agreed anyway. Because that's the power this man has over me. Because that's how crazy he makes me.
"Not lying," he says, brushing his nose against mine. His minty breath is wreaking havoc on my senses. Or maybe that's his cologne. Or the fact that I feel his erection against my belly. Or the fact that he's got his arms around me as if I belong to him. Perhaps it's all of the above. But I'm having trouble remembering why this shouldn't happen. "I did plan to be a gentleman. When I'm inside you, you'll come first. That's downright saintly, Temptation. Because I already know I'm not going to last for shit."
"Who says I'm going to sleep with you?"
His lips skim across the side of my face. "That soaked pussy says it, Gabbi," he growls against my ear. "You can lie to yourself about why you agreed to this trip, but we both know you said yes because you're fucking dying to feel me inside you."
"Atlas," I groan. It's supposed to be a warning for him to shut up. It comes out more like a needy plea for him to keep talking.
"Fuck." He draws the word out as if he's in pain. "You can't say my name like that if you don't want to give your neighbors a show." His lips settle against the side of my throat. Either my heart stops or it starts beating for the first time ever. I'm not sure. But I feel him as if he's laying a brand on my soul.
My head spins, all the reasons we can't do this threatening to drift away. In this moment, the fact that he could lose his career doesn't seem like such a big obstacle. His lips are against my skin and it's the closest to God I've ever come.
"Jesus Christ, Temptation. You're going to ruin me, aren't you?"
Probably. Just like he's going to ruin me. I think I knew it the moment I set eyes on him. I fought it because I thought he was someone he wasn't. But I knew if I let him close, he'd change my life. He's barely even entered it, and it's already upending everything, turning my neatly ordered life to chaos. And I don't hate it at all.
I feel braver and freer since I met him than I've ever felt.
"Yeah, you are," he says when I don't answer, seeking my lips with his. I think he intends the kiss to be a sweet punctuation to his statement. But it's anything but. As soon as his tongue touches my bottom lip, reality spirals away.
We end up locked in a heated embrace, kissing each other as if we've been separated by war. I lose track of everything except the way he possesses my mouth, coming back again and again to sip from my lips.