Total pages in book: 62
Estimated words: 59004 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 295(@200wpm)___ 236(@250wpm)___ 197(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 59004 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 295(@200wpm)___ 236(@250wpm)___ 197(@300wpm)
“So, you said that you wanted to catch up?” Liz turns to face me, her perfectly done eyebrows raising as she meets my gaze. I can see the nerves on her face and the tightness in her shoulders. She runs her tongue along her bottom lip—a habit I’ve already figured out about her. Honestly, it makes me smile.
“I thought we could talk over a glass of wine,” I say quickly. “It’s been a long time since I’ve seen you.”
“Yeah, since before college,” Liz says, her heels clicking across the marble floors of my entryway. Her eyes hang on the vast staircase as we pass by. I know she’s used to luxury, given that her father is nearly as wealthy as I am. Even so, I hope it impresses her.
I hope I fucking impress her, and that is not something I ever worry about.
“You’ve grown up a lot.” I grab the wine that I’ve chosen and two glasses. I pop open the bottle as Liz slides onto a stool at the bar. I hand her the glass, our fingers brushing as she takes it from me. It’s as if there’s static electricity between us, and I’ve never fucking felt that before.
Her breath hitches, and I know she feels it, too. “So, I’m surprised that you’re still single,” Liz clears her throat, meeting my gaze. “I thought you were dating one of the Lombardi women.”
I shift my stance, unable to recall any woman other than the one right before me. “I haven’t had anything meaningful. What about you?” I ask, my curiosity and jealousy piqued. I had just gotten myself reacquainted with her, and I was already furious at the thought of someone other than me touching her.
“Um,” Liz is hesitant, running her finger along the edge of her class. “I’m single and have been for a while.”
“Now that is surprising,” I admit, though I have to say I’m not upset about it.
She laughs, the sweet sound filling the air of my kitchen as her dark hair spills over her shoulders. “Oh, I don’t find it surprising at all.”
I don’t argue with her, but my head comes up with plenty of ways to show her how wrong she is. “You’ve got a lot going for you,” I say instead, observing her as she puts the glass of wine to her ruby-red lips, leaving a stain around the glass’s edge.
Fuck, I want her to leave lipstick stains all over me.
“I don’t know…” her voice trails off as she sets the glass down, her lips pursing together and then making a popping noise as she parts them. “I think there’s just something about me that must be a turnoff.”
I can’t hold back now. “Nothing about you is a turnoff, Liz. If anything, everything about you is a turn-on.”
She sucks in a breath that makes her breasts bounce, but she quickly shakes her head. “You’re just being nice.”
I chuckle, setting down my glass of wine and walking around the bar to her. “Have you seen yourself in that dress of yours?” I ask, gesturing to her body and raking my eyes over every curve before meeting her blushing face again. “You’re a stunning woman, Liz.”
Her gaze hangs onto mine, her blue eyes stormy with lust. “No one has ever said that to me.”
“Well, someone should have,” I say in a tone heady with my desire for her. “But I don’t mind being the one who does.”
She bites down on her plump lip, and my cock jerks as she sets her wine down. “Thank you.”
I step toward Liz, loving how she watches my every move, her eyes darkening. “Someone should show you just how stunning you are.”
Her plump, high cheekbones blush with a hue of natural crimson, and I’m surprised when she makes the first move, grabbing ahold of my white dress shirt and pulling me to her. It’s fucking impulsive and so hot.
I groan as my mouth crushes over hers, my fingers threading through those dark locks. She tastes of wine, and I’m intoxicated by the hunger in her kiss. My tongue slides between her parted lips, taking her mouth possessively with my own. She has no idea what she’s just unleashed.
“Ooh,” she moans into my mouth as my fingertips brush down her waist, taking in the curvature of her hips. They’re full and thick, emanating the very definition of feminism.
“You’re so sweet,” I murmur, breaking my lips from hers to trail down her jaw. “So fucking sweet.” I suck her skin into my mouth, hard enough to make her cry out but not hard enough to leave a mark. I know I’ve crossed a line I shouldn’t have, but I’m not going back now.
I kiss my way down the nape of her neck, inhaling the scent of her skin. Her hands roam my body with a hesitancy that makes me wonder just how experienced she is, and for some reason, the thought of that only turns me on more.