Total pages in book: 74
Estimated words: 72284 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 361(@200wpm)___ 289(@250wpm)___ 241(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 72284 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 361(@200wpm)___ 289(@250wpm)___ 241(@300wpm)
“Then, if heights aren’t an issue, shall we take these up to the private rooftop?”
“You mean there’s more?” I ask in awe.
“Oh, there’s more, Miss Masters. Much more.”
The private rooftop is magnificent, with a pool, a fireplace, and views in every direction. Lev comes up behind me, and I’m surrounded by that intoxicating heat of him. He turns me around in his arms.
“What am I doing here?” I whisper.
He brushes the back of his finger across my cheek. “I invited you.”
“I’ve never done anything like this before.”
“There’s nothing to be afraid of.”
Oh boy, that’s not true. Every instinct tells me that when it comes to this man, I should be afraid of everything.
Yet, there is also something about him that makes me trust him, which is insane, I know, but I get the feeling that if some kind of threat were to burst through that door, he’d burn it to the floor before it got to me.
Which is also a very insane thought, because I know nothing about this guy.
I take another sip of my champagne to help shake off my nerves.
Lev doesn’t remove his gaze from me, and when I lower my glass, he drags his thumb over my damp lip. I shiver, feeling his touch burn down to my core.
“I wasn’t planning on this,” he says in a low voice.
“Neither was I,” I whisper back.
My lips part, and I suck his thumb into my mouth. His eyes flare, and whatever control he had is gone.
With a hiss, he kisses me, hard and fierce, like he’s crossing over some line that should never be crossed, but he couldn’t give a damn.
And boy, if plane kisses were good, rooftop kisses are spectacular. His big fingers wrap around my jaw as his tongue and mouth take complete ownership of mine.
The desire I felt in the car and the elevator ride up to the penthouse roars back to life and I feel dizzy and alive and hungry for more.
Towering over me, he backs me up against the glass railing and kisses me until I’m breathless. I feel in over my head, but that just adds to the excitement.
I need this tonight.
I tug at his shirt as he opens the buttons on my blouse, and barely coming up for air, we manage to remove our clothes, right down to our underwear.
He pulls back and sweeps his heated gaze over me. Instinctively, I fold my arms around my waist because I suddenly feel exposed and a little bit vulnerable.
But he’s having none of it. He reaches for my wrists and opens my arms so he can see all of me.
“Don’t hide from me,” he says, his voice a deep rumble. “You have no reason to.”
But my self-confidence has taken a hit in the last couple of days, and it takes all I have not to grab my shirt off the floor and cover myself.
He lifts my chin. “You’re fucking perfect.”
The rumble in his voice. The primal lust on his face. The wicked need darkening in his eyes as he says it. My walls fall, and I surrender to whatever is going to happen next with an inhibition I have never known.
He lifts me in his arms like I weigh nothing and walks us over to the outdoor table.
I’m not sure if it’s by magic or pure skill, but somehow, his planting me on the edge of the table coincides with my bra fluttering to the floor.
His gleaming eyes roll over me and stop at my panties. Then, with a smirk, he rips them off me.
I gasp. A mix of horror and arousal. “They were La Perla.”
Heat burns in his expression. “They were in my way.”
Before I can protest, he pushes me further back on the table and places my feet on the edge. He thrusts my legs apart, exposing all of me to him. Moments ago, I was shy and hesitant, but under his spell, it’s easy to get pulled into the undertow. He likes what he sees. It’s written all over his face and burns bright in his eyes. And fuck, it feels good to feel wanted right now.
His breath is warm on my thigh, his fingers tight around my ankles, and I feel utterly consumed by him.
I close my eyes and jolt when I feel his tongue slide through me like I’m butter. He buries his face between my legs and sucks and licks and fucks my pussy with his expert tongue, and I have so much pent-up sexual frustration my first orgasm explodes out of me like a volcanic eruption.
I clutch the edge of the table and release an unbridled cry, not giving a damn about who hears or sees me. I’m so damn drunk on how good this feels. I couldn’t care less about everything.
“Oh God, I’ve never come so quickly.” I rise up on my elbows, and he lifts his head from between my thighs. “Is this really happening?”