Total pages in book: 97
Estimated words: 92636 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 463(@200wpm)___ 371(@250wpm)___ 309(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 92636 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 463(@200wpm)___ 371(@250wpm)___ 309(@300wpm)
If he’d said Lauren meant something to him or that Cara was just a quick fling, she’d have been gone in an instant. But in her gut, the same gut she trusted to keep her alive on the job, she knew he wasn’t feeding her a line to get her into bed.
Cara got it. She knew who he was and desired him anyway. Which meant she had to accept him. As is.
So here she was in his bedroom. In her jeans and long-sleeved T-shirt, she was nothing like the glamorous woman he could have had. Yet he devoured her with an expression that told her he wanted to pounce.
“Changing your mind?” Mike asked, bringing her out of her thoughts. He still held out a hand, waiting.
A grin tipped the edges of her mouth. “Not a chance.”
In an instant the energy around her changed. First she’d anticipated. Now she was awash in sensation. Mike met and held her gaze, every step he took deliberate and calculated.
“Clothes off.” His eyes gleamed with desire aimed solely at her, and every fiber of her being tingled.
“Yours too.” She wasn’t letting him call the shots like he had the first time. She wanted to be an equal participant in this, someone he’d never forget.
He pulled off his shirt.
Never breaking eye contact, she did the same. While she couldn’t tear her gaze from his muscled body, he stared at her chest and the lace bra, which was a lot sexier than her clothing choice had been. Thank God. His pants followed and he took his boxer briefs off with them, exposing his thick erection for her viewing pleasure.
She licked her lips and was happy with the low growl she received in response. She wriggled out of her jeans, removing her panties along with them until only her bra remained. And when she stood to face him, she found he’d stepped closer, his body heat tempting her to crawl into his skin.
Meeting her gaze, he cupped the back of her head in his hand. “I don’t know what it is you do to me, but trust me, Cara, this is much more than scratching some itch.”
A muscle ticked in his jaw, and she knew the admission cost him. But she wouldn’t make him suffer for it. Instead, she leaned into him, inhaling his sexy, masculine scent.
“I’m done talking,” she said and ran her tongue along his hair-roughened chest, eliciting a low groan.
He picked her up and tossed her onto the bed, leaning over her, skin touching skin as she stared into his gorgeous eyes. She braced herself for his next assault, figuring he’d take things hard and fast, but as usual, Mike never did what she expected.
He leaned in for a kiss that was slow and beautiful in its intensity, shattering her expectations and everything she’d anticipated from this affair. He kissed her as if it meant not just something but everything. And he kissed her as if he could do it all night and to hell with the sex she knew would come.
There wasn’t a part of her mouth left untouched, and every lick and nibble, taste and thrust of his tongue inflamed the already burning fire between them. Cara was coming out of her skin, every exposed body part needing something more. But the further she writhed beneath him, the harder he held her down in one place, pressing into her with his taut, hard body.
The man did like his control, she thought, twisting her hips against him in search of relief.
“You know, the harder you try, the longer I’m going to make you wait,” he said, his voice edged with a gruff tone that turned her on.
She grinned. “And you know you’re a pain in the—”
He cut off her words with another hard kiss before moving downward with his oh-so-talented mouth until he reached her bra. Pushing the cup beneath one breast, he began to suckle on her already distended nipple. He spent a while there, alternating between breasts, until desire spun out of control, the pull stretching straight to her core. She arched her hips upward so his erection rubbed against the place she needed pressure most.
He rolled to the side so he could lay his hand across her belly, teasing but not coming near where she needed him to touch her.
“Your skin’s so soft,” he murmured, both his tone and the words so un-Mike-like that something unraveled inside her. Something soft and emotional and very scary.
Before she could reply, he eased his hand between her legs and cupped her sex in his palm. “I’m going to take care of you,” he promised, and proceeded to do so, his mouth trailing a path down her hip, laving the skin along her panty line, and finally, finally settling his mouth there.
Cara sighed in pure relief as he slid his tongue along the sensitive seam and took her higher than she’d ever been before. He licked, teased, nibbled, and when he set his attention to that sensitive spot, she immediately came apart, her orgasm hitting hard and fast, shattering her with its intensity. Mike didn’t seem content to let her come down on her own either. He kept his tongue on her tight nub until he’d wrung every last tremor from her body.