Total pages in book: 90
Estimated words: 85569 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 428(@200wpm)___ 342(@250wpm)___ 285(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 85569 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 428(@200wpm)___ 342(@250wpm)___ 285(@300wpm)
In this strange world there was only him and me … and the feral urge to mate with him. This kind of pure lust had never shown itself before, but now it was undeniable. Full of fierce hunger, it uncoiled inside my body. God, I wanted him. How I wanted him.
In those hushed seconds, I couldn’t move.
I didn’t dare move.
Paralyzed, I just stared at him in amazement. The virility of the man was impossible to describe. It seemed as if sparks of electricity were jumping out of him, flying through the air and landing on my body. The sparks ran through my veins making my heart race, my skin bristle, and my stomach feel as if it had been invaded by a swarm of madly fluttering butterflies.
I felt alive in a way I’d never experienced before. Gosh, I’d never even dreamed I could feel this way by just looking at a man. I’d lived my whole life as innocent as a lark, and my self-imposed celibacy was no hardship at all as I had no interest in the boys around me, or exploring the pleasures of the flesh. Even watching porn just bored me.
Until now …
Now my whole being throbbed for him.
As if he knew I was unable to move, he started walking towards me. His walk was unhurried but purposeful. Like a lion walking towards its stunned prey. As he got closer, I saw that he was even more wildly handsome than I’d originally thought.
His eyes were especially mesmerizing.
Translucent gray and so intensely beautiful you couldn’t look away. In general, I preferred the look of clean-shaven men, but his five o’clock stubble was masculine, rugged, and so, so sexy, I had absolutely no problems with it. What would the rough skin feel like between my thighs? The thought was involuntary and so uncharacteristic for me, that I felt my knees wobble. Then my ankle turned, and to my dismay, I started to go down.
Pure horror flashed through me. Oh, God no! I was going to end up on my butt and disgrace myself in front of this god-like man.
But lightning quick, his hand shot out and captured my elbow in an iron grip.
I leaned into the solid support. “Thanks,” I whispered.
“My pleasure,” he drawled. His voice was rich and warm, his accent was polished, the way newscasters on TV were.
“These are not my shoes,” I babbled. “I can’t do high heels. I must look a total fool.”
“Not in that dress you don’t,” he murmured, his luminous eyes looking right into my very soul.
“The dress is not mine either,” I prattled unnecessarily. My mouth had become a runaway train I had no control over. More pointless explanations tumbled out. “Borrowed for the night from my friend, Kelly.”
His eyes widened with surprise, but of course, I couldn’t stop myself from adding to my humiliation by exclaiming, “Wow! I thought only cats and archangels have eyes like yours.”
He looked genuinely curious. “Do you generally blurt out everything that comes into your head?”
“Kinda,” I confessed ruefully.
He grinned, a wolfish grin. “In that case, you and I are going to get along just fine.”
His presence bathed me in a glow of desire. I could feel the heat from his hand warm the skin on my elbow. That simple touch was a delicious pleasure. When he released me, I missed the sensation and hungered for more.
“You’re not from around here, are you?” I asked softly.
“Was it the rented car that gave it away?”
“That and the fact that everything about you screams city slicker.”
He looked amused. “Ouch.”
“It wasn’t meant to be an insult. We’re all wholesome simple people living off the land here. You’re deeply mysterious and sophisticated.”
He raised one eyebrow. “Simple and wholesome? You’re wearing a dress that would drive a man to the brink of insanity and shoes that a lap dancer would consider risqué.”
I decided to be blunt as I’d already made up my mind. Either he was the one I was hooking up with tonight or I was going home early.
“I am simple and wholesome,” I insisted, “but I came out tonight with the intention of finding a no-strings-attached, one-night-only fling with a complete stranger. What I’m trying to say is I'm not looking for anything serious. Not tonight, anyway."
For a few moments, he stared at me, a strange expression on his face. Then he smiled, a gorgeous smile, “And have you found your … fling for the night?”
I nodded slowly. “I’m looking at him.” My voice was hoarse with a strange anticipation.
His eyes never left mine. “If nothing else you are direct.”
“Do you have a hotel room?” I asked boldly.
His pupils grew so large his irises looked like silver rings. “Yeah, I’ve got a room booked upstairs.”
I gazed into his amazing eyes and couldn’t help but feel curious about who he was. But that was a dangerous thought. “Good.”