Total pages in book: 73
Estimated words: 69413 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 347(@200wpm)___ 278(@250wpm)___ 231(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 69413 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 347(@200wpm)___ 278(@250wpm)___ 231(@300wpm)
“This one for me?” he asked, nodding at the glass on the table.
“Bet your ass it is.”
He picked it up and took a bigger drink of it than I’d expected him to. At that moment I realized he was watching me—really watching—and it was way more exciting than it should have been.
Nope. Do not hit on him, my brain repeated like a mantra. But how was I supposed to follow my own rules when he looked at me like that?
I’d turned on some of my favorite jazz music lightly in the background, and it mixed perfectly with the crackling sound of the fire.
And then Jamie took a step toward me.
And then another.
Then, he stepped directly between my legs, pushing them open slightly in front of the couch.
My body temperature was suddenly higher, and it wasn’t just from the liquor or the fire.
Jamie was standing directly between my legs, looking down at me, his eyes half-lidded and utterly fucking hypnotizing. How was this the same person who’d looked at me with bashful blue eyes, the first night we’d met in the elevator?
“Hello there,” I murmured up at him, my mind in a million places at once.
“Hi,” he replied softly, a twinkle in his eyes.
I didn’t know what he was doing, and I knew I should push him away if I was trying to stick to my number one goal for the evening.
But I didn’t want to push him away. I desperately wanted to see where he was going with this.
Involuntarily, I sat up a little straighter on the couch and reached out to set my glass of scotch down on the table. I leaned forward, running one palm along the side of Jamie’s body. Slowly. Taking my time. Just feeling him there right in front of me.
And then, before I knew what he was doing, he had slid one knee down onto the couch, and then another, straddling my thighs. He slowly sank down onto my lap.
My heart was pounding like a drum now. I wanted him so damn badly, and when he was like this—just inches in front of me, so close I could smell the fresh scent of my own clothes on his body… I was done for.
My palm rested on his chest. He dipped lower, his face so close to mine. Every muscle in my body was aching for him, and if he’d been anyone else, I’d have pounced on him like a damn tiger already.
But he wasn’t just anybody.
This was Jamie.
And that’s why my heart felt about two sizes too large for my chest. Why my body was thrumming with desire for him that I didn’t know what to do with.
I swallowed hard. “I’m glad you came up to my suite,” I said, my voice coming out a whisper.
“I’m really glad, too.”
“I thought you didn’t want to do anything like this—”
“I think I was wrong,” he said, a wildness in his eyes like nothing I’d seen before. “I think I really do want it.”
An unexpected rush of heat flooded my body as he closed the distance between us, pressing his lips to mine.
I melted back against the couch, gripping the front of his hoodie in my fist and giving it a tug. His lips parted for mine, and I realized in a flash that this kiss was nothing like the one we’d shared out in the snow, innocent and calm and sweet.
This kiss was fire.
Jamie let out a low moan as I slid my tongue along his lower lip, and the sound was enough to make me want infinitely more of what he was giving me. I clutched at his body, scrambling to touch any part of him that I could.
I wanted all of him. In a deep, visceral way that I hadn’t felt in a long time. So much that it made me a little nervous.
He kissed me like he was claiming me, and a moment later he had pushed me sideways down onto the couch, still straddling me from above but now with me lying down flat.
“You smell so fucking good,” he murmured as his lips broke away from mine and he pressed little kisses down the side of my jaw. I arched my back without thinking, making a whole lot more contact with the front of his body.
“Speak for yourself,” I said, my body practically shuddering.
“God,” Jamie said against my skin, tucking against the crook of my neck. “I should have started having meaningless hookups long ago.”
His words made me pause, freezing me in place.
I brought my hand to the back of his head, gently stroking my fingers through his hair.
“Hey,” I said. “I think we should stop for a second.”
Jamie leaned upward right away, looking down at me. His lips were a little redder and more swollen than usual, his eyes still all sultry, and his hair even more tousled than it already had been. Fuck, it was so hard to deny myself when he looked like he did right now, but something hadn’t felt right when he’d all but called this a “meaningless hookup.”