Total pages in book: 55
Estimated words: 52190 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 261(@200wpm)___ 209(@250wpm)___ 174(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 52190 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 261(@200wpm)___ 209(@250wpm)___ 174(@300wpm)
As though I’d know how, but that doesn’t seem to matter when I look up at his six foot plus plus frame and practically puddle into the airport floor.
“Yeah,” I start, clearing my throat. He raises a single brow, his tongue dancing on his incisor. “I mean, yes, it was a gag gift from my friend. A parting gift, I guess.”
“I see.”
His Adam’s apple shifts as sweat trickles down my back. I realize I’m staring in awe at the hard angle of his black scruff-covered jaw, the frown lines around his mouth and the overall perfection of his black suit and, God help me, that white collar around his neck. It’s all designed to make me ache in the most unexpected places.
“Seems we have some work to do.”
A muscle in his cheek ticks as I look up. Even in my five-inch platform boots, he towers above me. This is not what I expected when I boarded the plane heading to reform school at 6 am, bleary eyed with my mother’s hopeful encouragement and her new husband standing by looking at his watch every five seconds.
Did either of them think maybe, maybe, it was their behavior that was making me act like such a brat?
I’m glad to be anywhere but there right now, and even a stinky airport was acceptable, but now that I’ve seen my new steward, the day is marginally looking up.
Ignoring the buzzing in my bag, I cock my hip as heat marches up the sides of my neck and seats itself solidly on both my cheeks. “So, Saint Margaret’s is not far, I hope? I could use a shower and a bed. I barely slept last night.”
Darkness covers his face as he takes a step back in a sort of reflexive recoil as a long breath escapes through his kissable lips.
“Not far. You’ll get plenty of sleep while you’re under my roof. But, you are not going to a resort. You are coming with me for more than relaxation.” He gives me this look of concern that makes my insides turn gooey, then starts to take off his jacket as he glances around at the other people in the baggage claim.
And I have to swallow against the sudden tide of feelings going on. The sight of him removing clothes. The urge to look down, to see what’s going on between his legs. My body is telling me to climb on whatever train this man is on and ride it down the tracks to put-me-on-my-back-and-call-me-yours station.
My nipples are doing their best to punch holes through the front of my hoodie as he puts the jacket around my shoulders.
“That’s better. I don’t want you catching a chill,” he explains. And I’m about to apologize and try to cover my pebbling nipples when he continues, “We’re a long way from Florida. I’ll get these.”
He reaches down and grabs my bags, setting them upright as he eyes the buzzing purple silicone that’s stuck to the duct tape holding together the broken zipper.
“Can we just pretend that’s not there?” I swallow back the lump lodged in my dry throat as he grazes his front teeth with his tongue, making me sigh.
“I can ignore it if you can.” He sets the slightest of smiles onto his sexy lips. “I’ll take good care of you, Kitty. You just have to trust me. Come with me. The car is waiting.” He spins on the heel of his mirror-shined black shoes and I stumble along behind him, my toes numb from these stupid boots, but right now I’d follow him anywhere. He takes a look at me over his shoulder, cocking his head toward the door. “Come on. It’s okay.”
His calm, confident manner should scare me, but instead I’m a puppy wagging behind him, blissfully ignorant of who my new master could be, but sure in my heart that all is going to be fine as long as I do what he says.
You just have to trust me.
Watching him walk in that stern black suit, firm butt filling out his pants in just the right way, is dropping the throbbing in my center downtown. It feels like my sex is being barraged with those foam bullets from the Nerf guns I used to shoot at the daycare teachers.
Father Martin turns, a glance of no more than a second to make sure I’m following, and my mind disintegrates into pixie dust. There’s so much that happens in that one look. His eyes start at the top of my head but end down at my feet after a lick of his lips and I’m on fire.
“Almost there. You doing okay?” He pauses for me to catch up, lips parted, and all I can think about is how heavy his body would be when he came down on top of me…