Total pages in book: 42
Estimated words: 39840 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 199(@200wpm)___ 159(@250wpm)___ 133(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 39840 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 199(@200wpm)___ 159(@250wpm)___ 133(@300wpm)
The kind of look I should have… wondering.
The “if I’m as into him as he’s into me” look. I guess there’s only one way to find out.
“C’mon,” he says suddenly, “I hope you don’t mind heights.”
CHAPTER TWELVE
James
For a man who’s so close to having what he knows he wants, I feel strange. Awkward almost, which is not my usual style.
Not because I’m worried Jasmine might think I’m just some rich asshole trying to have his way with her, either. I’m sure she wouldn’t be here if she didn’t want to be.
Okay, so I kissed her when I maybe should have just talked some more, but now I know she can see how I feel about her.
I’m actually worried now we’re here she might not like the place. I mean, I like it, but it’s what Jasmine wants that matters to me. I decide in one second that if she doesn’t like it, she can pick another place. I have to remind myself she hasn’t even seen inside yet.
She sure does look at home already. I mean, she already completes the place by being here. My whole life looks better now that she’s in it.
Tactfully keeping a little distance between us, even though I could mount and stuff her right here and now, I usher her, ladies-first style, into the elevator and study her as we zoom up. I think she’s going to like it.
I know she does already, if her smile is anything to go by. Or is that because she can sense what I really want to show her? Glimpsing my own expression in the mirrored elevator, I think anyone could see what we’re both really thinking about.
When the elevator stops and the doors slide open, we both stand there looking at each other until Jasmine shifts on her feet, signaling me it’s okay to take the lead. To show her inside, I mean.
“Is this the only way in?” she asks, shivering a little as I guide her with my hand on the small of her back.
The entrance to my place comes straight out from the elevator.
“There are a couple of regular front doors… and a back way from the stairs,” I answer.
“Not looking for a way out already, I hope?” I try to joke, feeling it fall flat before I even finish saying it.
Jasmine creases an awkward smile but is soon distracted by the place, especially the view.
I never get sick of seeing the world from this high up, but watching her move over to the huge floor-to-ceiling windows, gasping in awe… she steals the show, hands down.
“Oh, my God! I can’t believe how high up we are,” she exclaims, standing on tippy toes as she cranes her neck to see all the way down. Her hands grip the brass railing, and I hear myself groan softly. I move up behind her, my eyes glued to the only thing I’m interested in looking at from now on.
The dark clouds seem closer up here, but a single shaft of light breaks through them all as I get closer to her, shining through the thick glass like a spotlight guiding me to her.
“It’s just so…,” she trails off, turning suddenly and jumping a little when I move my hands onto her waist.
“Beautiful,” I tell her, ignoring the view outside and pulling her close enough to me so she can feel just how much I mean it. That all-day hard-on of mine has kicked up a notch, and I’m glad when Jasmine’s eyes widen as she feels it pressing into her.
Happier still when she shudders a breath, and I feel her hands resting on my forearms.
“You’re not a slow mover… are ya?” she asks, blushing and looking down at her feet.
“Not when I know what I want,” I answer instantly.
“And what do you want, exactly?” she asks after chewing at her lip and looking up at me.
“I think you know. But here’s a refresher course…”
Leaning down to kiss her again, I slide my arms around her, and feeling hers hook around my neck, it’s like springing a steel trap. Our bodies are closer than ever, locking tight before I lift her right off the ground, making her squeak.
Her legs instinctively wrap around me, and I shift one hand to grab some of that fine behind I’ve been dreaming of for what feels like forever.
She mews and shudders again, receptive to my every touch. She hums a low groan of her own when I start to press my aching stiffness into the heat between her legs.
I groan louder, turning to make my way to the nearest soft surface to set her down on. I could hold her like this all day and all night… until the end of time.
The tour of the place consists of me turning and making my way to one of the huge white leather sofas finally earning their keep after all these years. Like most other surfaces in the place, they’re sure to get a workout if Jasmine’s as ready as she feels.