Total pages in book: 85
Estimated words: 84952 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 425(@200wpm)___ 340(@250wpm)___ 283(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 84952 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 425(@200wpm)___ 340(@250wpm)___ 283(@300wpm)
I wrap my hands around his wrists. I can feel the muscles in his forearm and the meatiness of his palms.
I’m suddenly aware of just how much I don’t want to go back inside Picante yet. My body screams with the need to touch his. My breasts ache, my legs feel heavy. The panties I almost didn’t wear are soaked.
“I trust you,” I say matter-of-factly.
He bends down and presses a quick, chaste kiss against my lips. When he pulls back, the smirk that’s settled where my mouth just was is enough to almost elicit a moan.
“Follow me,” he says softly.
He takes my hand again and leads me to the elevator. Much to my surprise, he presses the button to go up.
I furrow my brow. “That sign says the terrace is closed for a remodel.”
He grins and doesn’t say a word.
“Ooh.”
The bell rings, and the elevator opens. We step inside. Hollis pushes the R button.
The motor spins, and the elevator car begins to move.
I stand on one side of the box. Hollis stands on the other. He stands with his legs shoulder-width apart and rubs a hand down his cheek. He never takes his eyes off me.
Watching him watch me and knowing that he’s thinking about what he’s going to do to me in a short matter of time has every cell in my body short-circuiting.
My skin already feels like it’s a hundred degrees. My stomach feels hollow except for a knot that grinds against the lower part of my abs.
Each second that goes by might as well be an hour and, by the time the doors slide open, I’m ready to just strip out of my dress if it will speed things up.
Cool December air slams into us. We step onto the rooftop and take in our surroundings.
A brick wall that’s waist-high or more sits along the edge. A water tank and pieces of ductwork are partially hidden by a half-wall painted with what I think is intentional graffiti. On the other side of the landing are a bar and a few tables that typically serve as a hangout for Picante guests. The rest of the space is open and showcases the spectacular view beneath us.
It’s almost as breathtaking as the man beside me.
“It’s so pretty out here,” I whisper, taking in the stars and the way they reflect off the water.
“You’ve never been up here?”
“Not at night.”
I turn around to see him. His eyes are still hooded, but something else floats around those orbs. I try to make sense of it, but in what I’m beginning to understand as typical Hollis style, he puts up a shield to keep me away.
He grins. “Come over here.”
I take my time as I close the distance between us.
A breeze swirls around me as I reach Hollis. I shiver, but I’m not sure if it’s from the cool air or the heat of his stare.
I’m on the edge of losing control and falling into his arms. It’s too easy. It feels too safe with him, so much so that it causes me to stutter-step at the last minute.
He quirks a brow.
You’re allowed to trust yourself. You’re capable of handling this with him. It’s a completely different situation.
I take a deep lungful of air and stop inches in front of him.
“Is this close enough?” I ask.
“Honestly?” He grins. “No.”
“How close do you want me then?”
Hollis reaches down and pulls me up and into him. He captures my mouth with his before I realize what’s happening.
I melt against his chest.
Our mouths move together in perfect unison. His lips are soft yet commanding, and I’m more than willing to let him take the lead.
Sliding my hands beneath his jacket, I rip his shirt out of his pants. I plant my palms onto his back.
The muscles on his body are thick and developed. His back is chiseled and hard, and as I move my hands to his sides, I feel the bulge of the top of the V that makes every woman on earth crazy.
Every move he makes causes his muscles to ripple under my touch. It becomes obvious why I have a thing for athletes—their bodies are on fire.
My legs buckle, but he is one step ahead of me. He scoops me up like I’m a doll.
I moan into his mouth as he takes me by surprise and parts my lips with his tongue. He explores me, staking his claim in a delightful, delicious act of desire.
I run my hands through his hair, feeling the strands slip through my fingers.
His assault on my lips is unending. As though he can’t bear to stop what we finally started.
Carrying me across the rooftop, he sets me down on a lounge chair. The plastic is cold and hard, but it only barely registers. He breaks his kiss long enough to sit next to me.