Total pages in book: 174
Estimated words: 159159 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 796(@200wpm)___ 637(@250wpm)___ 531(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 159159 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 796(@200wpm)___ 637(@250wpm)___ 531(@300wpm)
His girl was an adrenaline junkie. Who knew? That beautiful little angel face liked to do crazy shit. He was all kinds of crazy. He just might suit her. Hell, he fucking hoped so.
“I think you need the experience of riding with me,” he said. “You like all that, you’ll love going up the California coast on my bike. What difference does it make if you wait a few days—or weeks—to face this bastard? Come with me when I head back. You’ll be able to see Lana again. She went home with the president, his wife and a couple of others.”
She didn’t answer, and he turned back to the game. She was thinking about it. Out of the corner of his eye, he saw her finish off the screaming orgasm. They went down smooth and tasted even better. He concentrated on his shot. He needed to win this game—and the next. She was a hell of a pool player. He’d probably have to cheat next game and distract her. He grinned to himself, thinking about how he’d do that.
He sank the rest of the solid balls and then went around the table to indicate where he was sinking the eight ball. Maestro handed Soleil another screaming orgasm. She was going to need it. Very smoothly he sank the ball and turned, grinning at her. Maestro had a glass of whiskey ready for him. He was grinning just a little too much at Ice as well. What the hell was up with that look?
Soleil shook her head, her eyes bright, laughter in them. “I can’t believe I lost. I was picturing you without your jeans.”
“I can do that for you, princess, but I’m commando at the moment, so you might have a screaming orgasm just looking.”
Her gaze dropped to the front of his jeans. Her tongue slid out to moisturize her full lips, making his body ache so bad he wanted to groan. She looked like she wanted to drop to her knees and pull his jeans down just to see if he was commando. The stark longing on her face almost undid him right along with her glistening lips. He could imagine them stretched around his cock.
Someone snickered, but he couldn’t look away from her long enough to see who it was and mark them for a beating later.
Soleil looked up at him and rolled her eyes. “You’re so arrogant.” But she was laughing.
“I’ve got reason to be.” It took a moment before he could take a step close to her, subtly trapping her against the pool table. “I think I won those panties.” His voice came out nearly a growl. He felt like growling. If he was supposed to be seducing her, he wasn’t certain he was the one getting the job done.
She nodded. “I think you did.”
He put his hand on her leg, just above her hemline. Her skin was so soft against his callused hand his breath caught in his lungs. Before she could protest, and he wasn’t certain she was going to, he leaned in and took her mouth. As before, fire erupted. He wanted to be gentle, but it wasn’t happening, not when she went up in flames and just gave herself to him. All in. She tasted like a mixture of screaming orgasm and cinnamon and spice. The combination was an aphrodisiac, and he couldn’t get enough of her.
He lost himself in her, kissing her over and over, needing her mouth, the fire he found there, so hot he knew he was burning in hell—or heaven. It didn’t matter, he was going to stay there. His hand slipped higher, right to the edge of her panties. Gentle. Completely at odds with his kiss. She should have protested. Stopped him. She didn’t do either. Instead, she leaned into him. His heart clenched hard in his chest and his cock jerked and pulsed.
“How the hell do you get your skin so damned soft?” he murmured against her neck.
“I didn’t know it was that soft,” she said, sounding as ragged as he felt.
He caught her earlobe between his teeth and tugged just before reluctantly pulling back and allowing her hem to drop down again.
They stared at each other for a long moment and then he grinned and snapped his fingers. “Hand them over.” He half expected her to renege, or at least try to.
Instead, without looking around at anyone else, keeping her eyes solely on him, she slid her hands under the skirt of her dress and hooked her panties. She skimmed them down, wiggling a little as she brought them over the curve of her hips. His heart nearly stopped. Staring into his eyes, she brought up the sides of the dress rather than front or back. He caught a glimpse of her legs and hips, but that was all. It was the sexiest thing he’d ever seen. Hell. He needed more liquor if he was going to survive this night intact.