Total pages in book: 225
Estimated words: 218500 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 1093(@200wpm)___ 874(@250wpm)___ 728(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 218500 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 1093(@200wpm)___ 874(@250wpm)___ 728(@300wpm)
And the look in his eyes excites me. Because not only is it carnal, it’s also playful.
“My fantasies about you are wide and varied and include giving you the hottest night of your life tonight. Ready?”
“You have no idea how ready I am,” I say. “But Derek–”
“We can talk later,” he cuts me off. “I know what you want to talk about but I’m asking you to table it for now. Okay?”
I hesitantly nod because his eyes seem full of understanding, somehow.
He continues. “I’m clean and healthy. Tested three days ago and got results already. Haven’t been with anyone in a few months. And you’ll be safe. I won’t harm you. Okay?”
Relief floods my veins. I believe him.
“I’m clean, too. And I’m on birth control,” I say.
“That’s all we gotta talk about this minute. Yeah?”
I nod hesitantly.
“Nervous? I’ll take good care of you, Chloe. I promise. You want to message a friend and tell them where you are? Or have you already done that?”
The offer gives me a reality check that I hadn’t even thought about. I should have done that on the way here. I’m smarter than this. I need to remember that. Despite how insanely hot this man is, I can’t let it make me stupid.
I nod, ignoring the little voice telling me to decline his offer so we can get to the good part sooner, because it’s an offer I should absolutely take.
“Right back,” he says.
I stare at the ceiling, trying to catch my breath, hoping he gets back here before common sense returns. Or guilt. Without looking at it, I slip my engagement ring off my finger.
He’s back with my purse. I sit up and covertly drop it in there as I pull out my phone.
I send a text to Alannah.
Safety check-in. Hall Pass getting cashed in - in T minus 1 minute. Derek Steele. Don’t swoon but I’m at his penthouse condo in the building the 5th nightclub is in right now. Message you later. Don’t make my phone beep for the next 2 hours at least. Love you. Xoxo
The message zooms through cyberspace and instantly I see that it’s been delivered, so I slip my phone back into my bag and put the bag on the bench at the end of the bed.
“You need a drink?” he asks.
I swallow and shake my head. I don’t need a drink. What I need right now is this man’s tongue in my mouth, his hands on my body, and for his penis to pound me into this very comfortable mattress.
At that thought of being filled after so much emptiness for so long, everything south of my waist reacts. And my breasts feel heavy. If I weren’t on birth control, I’m sure I’d drop an egg.
He climbs up from the bottom of the bed again as I recline. As I’m seeing is the norm with Derek, our eyes are again locked. Eye contact during sex is rare in my experience. And I feel like it should be a requirement, because it is sizzling hot.
His eyelids lower as his mouth gets to mine. Mine close, too, and I’m avidly participating in the kiss. It’s an eager kiss that’s deep and passionate, with his hands roaming my face, my jaw, my shoulders. And then he’s got the hem of my shirt and it’s being peeled up and off. He’s down to unbuttoned jeans and I’m down to my bra and jeans when his focus goes back to my fly.
The floor lamp in the corner seems to be staying on. I find I’m okay with that, with seeing what’s about to happen in addition to feeling it.
He stands beside the bed and my jeans are shimmied off and my socks are gone before he’s moving between my parted thighs, dropping a kiss on my knee. I jerk with surprise and excitement. His eyes light with amusement as his hand glides up my torso, stopping to caress my throat and then resumes the journey as fingers glide through my hair. It feels great. His eyes on my skin feel amazing. Suddenly he’s over me, but moving back down, kissing his way down my shoulder, then his lips land on the top of my left breast.
The cup of my pink lace bra is savagely ripped down so he can take a pull on my nipple. I hear the fabric strain and am surprised it hasn’t ripped. I let out a breathy sound as my back arches.
Derek works his way down my body, lips pressing to the skin of my ribs, then my stomach as his fingers hook into the waistband of my underwear. My heart picks up pace yet again as the black Spandex slides down my legs.
I feel a little spinny with arousal, so I pull in a deep breath and close my eyes, exhaling slowly while absorbing the way Derek’s mouth feels as it touches down between my legs in a gentle kiss. My legs are lifted and thrown over his broad shoulders a little roughly and I squeak in surprise.