Total pages in book: 128
Estimated words: 126850 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 634(@200wpm)___ 507(@250wpm)___ 423(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 126850 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 634(@200wpm)___ 507(@250wpm)___ 423(@300wpm)
“Huh. I wondered why she looked taller in the photos.” He tossed the keys on the side table and reached up to loosen his tie. “And why she didn’t squeak on the dancefloor.”
I bent down to pull off my heels, fighting back a laugh. “That squeak halfway down the aisle did kill the tension, didn’t it?”
“Better than her farting, I suppose.”
“Oh, my God.” I undid the buckle on my other shoe and pulled it off, dropping it down next to the other one. “Oh, that’s nice.”
He looked at my feet. “Of all the things you could take off right now, you choose the shoes.”
“I’ve been wearing them for ten and a half hours! What was I going to take off instead, my dress?”
“I was hoping so, yes.”
I stared at him. “What, and stand here in my underwear and heels?”
“I can’t think of anything I’d like you to do more, to be honest.”
I dipped my chin to hide my smile, then sighed. “Well, tough. I’m not putting them back on now.”
He grinned, shrugging off his suit jacket. He tossed it on the sofa along with his tie that he’d removed without bothering to undo it entirely, then started on his buttons.
“Are you going to give me another striptease?” I joked, running my fingers through my now very loose curls.
“No.” He said the word firmly, and his fingers moved deftly down his shirt to undo each button. “That would be wasting time.”
“To do what?”
“Finish what we started this morning.”
CHAPTER THIRTY-ONE – GRACE
Crossing Lines
I swallowed. The look in his eye was unlike anything I’d seen before—a mix of playfulness and arousal that made them seem like they were changing colour every time the light hit them.
Tension stretched between us, tightening to its breaking point as he walked across the room. It heightened with every step he took, strumming when he stopped right in front of me.
He wore nothing but his dress trousers, and he reached down and undid his belt, slipping it out of the loops. It joined his other clothes on the sofa, and I lowered my head, looking at the floor.
William reached up and hooked his finger under my chin, lifting it back up until my gaze met his. “Don’t look so scared,” he murmured. “Or did you think I was going to go back on my word?”
“Maybe.”
“My communication might suck, but I don’t go back on my word once it’s given.” He brushed his fingers along my jaw before cradling my face, lowering his head until our lips shared the barest of touches. “Unless you want me to.”
I shook my head.
“No. Tell me.”
“I don’t want you to,” I said, reaching for him, stepping closer. “I want this, William. I want you.”
His response was a firm touch of his lips to mine, almost as if he was sealing my words with a kiss and committing them to memory.
I hadn’t intended to say them.
It was the closest I’d come to admitting that walking away when this weekend was all over wasn’t going to happen.
It wasn’t something I’d wanted him to know, but he was smart enough to recognise what I meant, I was sure.
I wasn’t going to dwell on it. I couldn’t let my mind run away with itself, not when we were finally alone again and there was no chance of us being interrupted.
And I really did want him. I really did want this. I wanted to know what it truly felt like to be as close to him as one person could be to another, what it was to be wrapped up so tightly in him that I didn’t know where one of us ended and the other began.
I wanted to forget everything else, just for a moment.
Live in a world where only the two of us existed.
No matter how unrealistic that was. Wants and desires weren’t always realistic, but this one? William? This was.
His kisses were both dreams and torture. I didn’t know how he was able to bring my body to life the way he did with such simple actions, but his fingers slowly moving over my skin as his tongue teased my lower lip, brushing against the tip of mine, had my skin on fire.
And it raged.
No part of me was safe from the sensation of wanting this man. My veins thrummed, my nerves danced, my skin tingled with ten million goosebumps. I was a still night sky and a volcano erupting all at once.
I didn’t know how it was possible to lose oneself so entirely in another person, but I was.
I was lost.
Completely and utterly.
I wanted to cling onto him, climb and wrap my legs around his waist, slide my fingers through his hair, get closer and closer to him until the deep ache between my legs finally settled, until the matching one somewhere inside me was satiated.