Total pages in book: 38
Estimated words: 35289 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 176(@200wpm)___ 141(@250wpm)___ 118(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 35289 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 176(@200wpm)___ 141(@250wpm)___ 118(@300wpm)
I let out a small scream when I’m plucked from my seat like I weigh nothing and deposited into his lap. “A jerk? I wish it was only about me being a jerk.” I stare into his eyes, still not understanding. What I do know is that he is very turned on too. “Did you want to go out with the boy your mother picked for you?”
“You know I didn't.”
“Not true. You have always thought you would marry someone your mother picked. It’s why you’ve been in a hurry to check so many things off your list. I’ve cleared so many for you. You might be ready now.”
“Why do you even care?” I put my hand over my mouth, shocked that I shouted at him. His hand comes to my face, grabbing my chin. The hold is firm but doesn't hurt. I clench my thighs together. There it is again. That look in his eyes.
“We’re here.” He drops his hand, opening the door. I slip off his lap. He doesn't let his hold of me go. When we step out I look around, having no idea where we are.
“James?” I drop my head back to look up at the giant building in front of me. I don’t miss his last name plastered to the side of the building. “Why are we at your office?” I’m guessing it’s his office. Not that I’ve ever been there. Hell, he never goes either if the last week is anything to go off of.
“You said you wanted to go home.” He pulls me toward the front of the building. A guard opens the door for him before we reach it. He gives James a hello before giving me a curious look but doesn't say anything to me.
“Isn’t this your office?” I ask. “Not that I’ve ever seen it before. Since you never invited me.” I thought I would throw that in there for good measure. He hits the button for the elevator with more force than necessary. “What are we doing, James?” The use of his name snaps his attention to me.
“I’m taking you home. What I should have done days ago. I tried to let you have your freedom. To let you spread your wings and find yourself. To not smother you like your mom does. I tried not to be overbearing. I did everything I could think of to curb the need to spend every second of every day with you. But that shit stops tonight.”
The elevator dings, interrupting his little tirade about how much he wants me. He pulls me onto the elevator with him. He runs a hand through his hair as if he’s trying to get himself together. He looks even hotter with the top of his tux undone and his hair disheveled. Hell, all of him is disheveled right now.
My mind is still trying to play catch up to everything he said. He’s been holding back. That would explain why he’s been so hot and cold. I know he’s said it but it feels scary to grab a hold of it and believe it. To believe James Weston is basically obsessed with me. Fighting this need to not take all that he wants from me.
He’s not going to get any argument from me about any of the things he said. I’ve been waiting for him. But he doesn’t need to know that right this moment. I’m rather enjoying the way he’s being right now. This is the James I need. The one I’ve been missing these past few days.
We ride up in silence, but the sexual tension between us is thick. His eyes remain focused on the elevator doors, not even letting himself look at me. I don’t ask any more questions because the man looks as though he’s holding on to his sanity by a string. The doors slide open revealing a beautiful foyer. James turns, lifts me off my feet causing me to let out a small scream, and carries me out of the elevator.
“Welcome home,” he says before his mouth is claiming mine in a kiss so deep that I’m not sure where he begins and I end.
19
James
I should slow down. I tell myself this, but I don’t. I can’t, I’m too far gone for her. I’d left the last of my self-control on that elevator. I keep reminding myself that this is her first time. I don’t want to hurt her, but the need to make her mine in every way claws at me. I lift her into my arms, carrying her toward the bedroom.
That's the plan, at least. I find myself stopping every few feet and pinning her against the wall. Her hands are all over me. She’s trying to pull at my clothes to get them off. She’s not running or smacking me to get away. I don’t know if she’s caught in the moment or she’s fine with all the crap I threw at her. Hope brews inside of me that she likes the way that I am when it comes to her.