Total pages in book: 47
Estimated words: 41918 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 210(@200wpm)___ 168(@250wpm)___ 140(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 41918 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 210(@200wpm)___ 168(@250wpm)___ 140(@300wpm)
“Baby girl, trust me,” Luke starts, “I’m far from uncomfortable. It’s just that I can see a lot more of you through that outfit in the daylight than I could last night, and it's about to get me in trouble."
I look down at what I'm wearing and immediately flush. I didn't think the thin fabric of these pajamas was very revealing at all, but in the bright sunshine streaming through the open door, I could definitely see my nipples pressing against the fabric and a shadow of what lay beneath the flimsy material.
My eyes snap back up to Luke, my lips parting in shock. He's trying hard not to smile, his lips pressed firmly together and his jaw tense with what looks like an effort to stay quiet. My body immediately reacts to the look in his eyes and the heat emanating from his skin. My heart races and my stomach feels like a hoard of butterflies have taken up residence. I don't know what it is about this man, but the more he looks at me, the more I feel like my body is going up in flames.
He's the sexiest man I've ever met, and even though it's completely unlike me to have any thoughts in the gutter at all, I feel a pang between my legs at his words, his tone of voice, his look … his everything.
"Luke," I say, my voice coming out a bit shaky and unsteady. I swallow hard, trying to steady myself. I have no idea how I'm going to handle being around this man, this force of nature, and I suddenly feel a wave of nervousness. "What … what do you mean, trouble?" I ask, biting my lower lip.
He takes another step toward me. In my fuzzy slippers, the difference in our height is even more evident than usual. I tilt my head up to look him in the face as he gazes down at me. His blue eyes are smoldering, the intensity of his gaze almost too much for me to take in. My legs feel like they're made of jelly. I'm suddenly very glad that he's standing close enough to catch me if I start to fall.
"I mean," Luke says slowly, his voice a low rumble, "that you are so goddamn beautiful and tempting in those clothes that it's making me think all sorts of thoughts about what I'd like to do to you, Emma."
My jaw drops slightly, my heart beating so loudly in my ears that I'm not sure I heard him correctly. I should take his advice and go back to the house. I've had an eventful 24 hours, only a few hours of sleep, and I have an exam in a few hours. I really should listen to him.
But I don't. Keeping my hands as steady as I can, I set my own coffee cup down on the concrete floor, knowing good and well that the loose shirt is gaping at the neck and giving him an even better view than before. What has gotten into me?
Standing up straight again, I ask, "What sorts of things?" My voice trembles ever so slightly. It's as if he's cast a spell on me. I feel a pull to him that's almost overwhelming, like I'm a planet caught in his orbit.
Luke shakes his head slowly. His blue eyes are blazing, his full lips pressed into a tight line. He takes another step towards me, bringing our bodies almost close enough to touch. The scent of his cologne and the heady masculine aroma of his sweat make my head swim.
I don't know if it's the lack of sleep or the emotional exhaustion I'm still feeling, but I feel like my knees are going to give out. I take a deep breath and close my eyes for a moment, steadying myself. I can't let him see how much he's affecting me.
When I open my eyes again, I find that he's moved even closer to me, so that we're now only a few inches apart, his strong presence enveloping me like a cocoon.
He lifts one hand slowly and reaches out to touch my face, cupping my cheek gently in his rough, calloused palm. The contrast between his tough exterior and his tenderness is intoxicating, making me weak in the knees all over again.
I feel like my whole body is on fire. The mere touch of his skin against mine sends waves of desire through my veins, and I find myself leaning into him, wanting more. I can't believe the effect he's having on me. It's like nothing I've ever experienced before.
"What sorts of things, Luke?" I repeat. I know that he hears me this time because I feel his hand tighten slightly, pulling me in even closer to him.
His face is now only inches from mine, our bodies practically pressed together. The smell of him, the warmth, the electricity are almost too much to bear.