Total pages in book: 74
Estimated words: 75195 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 376(@200wpm)___ 301(@250wpm)___ 251(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 75195 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 376(@200wpm)___ 301(@250wpm)___ 251(@300wpm)
Before he showed up, I had so many questions and doubts.
But now, I had this consuming need to feel his hands on me. My body responded to the possibility of his touch, and my nipples tightened.
Moans mingling with the jazz music around us, did not help me at all either.
Silent, he caressed me with his eyes, starting at my face and slowly moving downwards. Everywhere his gaze lingered, a shiver ran through me.
My body ached.
Heat pooled in my core.
This shouldn’t have been happening so easily.
Was it the setting—this steamy hot sex club pulsing around me?
Was it the fact that I had never experienced the hungry attention of such a gorgeous man?
Or was it simply the chemistry rising between us?
He raised his view to mine. “The way that red dress hugs your curves is absolutely mesmerizing.”
I parted my lips.
“I don’t think I’ve ever seen someone look so captivating in red. You are the embodiment of passion.”
What should I say to that?
How could I even respond?
I blushed and looked away, unable to take the intensity of his gaze any longer.
But then he tenderly touched my chin with his hand and lifted it until our gazes were locked again. When he lowered his hand, I instantly missed the feel of his fingers.
I gathered myself. “Thank you. And you look. . .irresistible.”
A hint of a smile hit his face. “And what makes me so irresistible?”
I hadn’t expected that response.
I swallowed. “I would say it is a combination of your. . .gorgeous looks and the confidence you exude.”
He moved in closer.
The air suddenly felt electrified.
Nervous, I continued to speak, “It’s. . .that you have this. . .”
A wicked smirk spread across his face. “Yes?”
“You have this energy, I feel drawn to you, whenever you are close.”
He gazed down at me.
My heart skipped a beat when his tongue swept across his lips.
His voice slipped over my skin. “And should I get closer?”
I grew breathless. “No.”
His gaze went intense. “Hmmm.”
My pulse raced faster as he stepped closer anyway, until his body was mere centimeters from mine.
Of course he was the sort of man to do exactly what he wanted.
He tilted his head to the side. “Were you thinking it would be dangerous if I came closer?”
“Yes.”
“Then, you were correct.” His voice sent a wave of desire through me, washing away some of my inhibitions.
I looked up into his eyes, unable to deny the powerful hunger surging through me.
Fuck.
“There are two types of women.” His warm breath brushed against my skin. “The type of woman that kisses on a first date, and the type that doesn’t.”
I swallowed.
“Which one are you, Nova?”
“First, I would disagree with the earlier statement.” I stepped back.
The wicked smirk deepened. “How would you disagree?”
“There are more types of women than two.”
The smirk shifted to a humored smile.
“And I don’t fall into either of those two types that you listed.”
“No?”
“I kiss a man when I want to.”
“Is that right?”
“Yes.”
“Prove it.”
“I would have happily kissed you at the art gallery when you asked me for my number, but you didn’t lean forward and capture my lips.”
He blinked. “Oh really?”
“Yes.”
“Then, you owe me a kiss.”
“I actually don’t.”
He raised his eyebrows. “No?”
“Not at all.” I took another step back and scanned the place. “Because now I have too many questions that you would need to answer before I would let you kiss me.”
A dark chuckle left him. “Let?”
He said that as if the very idea of my giving him permission to kiss me was beyond humorous.
This was clearly a man that always got his way.
I’ll have to watch him and make sure he stays in line.
“Yes, let.” I crossed my arms and gave him a stern look.
He laughed, and then stepped forward, closing the tiny distance between us.
My lips parted in anticipation as he leaned closer.
But instead of kissing me, he paused just an inch from my face, hovering tantalizingly close.
Damn.
He whispered softly, “What kind of questions do you have?”
I wanted him to kiss me.
Perhaps, he was right.
Maybe, he didn’t need permission to place his lips on mine.
He was too tempting.
I cleared my throat, lowered my hands, and straightened up, ready to challenge him. “Why did you pick this sex club?”
“For our first date?”
“Yes.”
“Three reasons.” He boldly inhaled me and then groaned.
I shuddered.
“On first dates, most people put on a mask to hide their flaws and vulnerabilities.” He backed away and then slowly walked around me as if wanting to get a view of my ass.
I parted my lips and didn’t turn around.
He got closer and brushed his lips against my ear. “On a first date, these masked people present a carefully curated image of what they think the other person wants them to be.”
I swallowed.
He walked around and got right back in front of me. “I don’t like masks.”
“Me either.”
He smirked. “I didn’t think you would, Ms. Psychology Student.”