Total pages in book: 70
Estimated words: 67429 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 337(@200wpm)___ 270(@250wpm)___ 225(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 67429 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 337(@200wpm)___ 270(@250wpm)___ 225(@300wpm)
“Can’t say I regret that decision or turn of events.” There’s that smile again.
“Really. Our one-night stand was that profound to you.”
“I’m about to make it two.”
As I keep backing away and he keeps walking forward, I catch him glancing at my lips.
He doesn’t even try to hide it.
It turns me on.
My hungry body recognizes him as the last guy to pleasure me, and my hormones are flooding my system in response. I start feeling my heart pound and I can barely suppress my crazy, out-of-control reaction. I can almost taste him on my mouth, can almost feel his touch, like I did in room 1103.
Exhaling, I spin back around so that Milly and I are walking a few steps ahead of him, and I tuck my hair behind my ear and try to ignore my erratic hormones.
Seeing him again, his gorgeous face, his sexy designer slacks and that crisp white shirt, inhaling his intoxicating scent, I’m reminded why I haven’t stopped thinking about him since that night.
This guy makes me hungry. Hungry like someone who hasn’t eaten for days and is standing before a chocolate buffet, and chocolate is her favorite.
He catches up with us, stealing the leash back from me. His fingers brush over mine and he tugs on the leash so slowly that I know it’s on purpose.
“So this is how I find out your name.” I tut and shake my head.
“I seem to have one.”
“And it’s a fairly easy one to spell. You definitely could have shared that with me,” I add with a raised brow.
“It wasn’t relevant at the time.”
“And is it relevant now?” I fish.
We pause in the middle of the path.
He loosens the leash while Milly sniffs around a large tree trunk, and we stare at each other. He eyes my lips, and I eye his.
“Maybe.”
“Maybe what?”
“Maybe it’s relevant. Maybe it’s not.”
I wait.
“Ian…” I test his name out loud. “I like it.”
His eyes darken, as if hearing his name is the most effective aphrodisiac for the man. I curse myself for saying it in the middle of Central Park. Not that I can do anything about quenching our thirst now.
I wonder if he’s going to take a cab back to the hotel.
I can straddle him again… tease him again… turn him on so much he’ll fuck me hard and fast. Again.
Suddenly Ian’s phone seems to vibrate in his pocket, and when he pulls it out, he scans a message.
“Gran needs to head back. Apparently she forgot a massage therapist is coming over in thirty minutes.” He tucks his phone into the pocket of his slacks as he tugs Milly back onto the path.
“You’re good with your grandma,” I say.
“I’m better in bed.” He grins.
I laugh, but feel a telling flush on my cheeks. What is this guy doing to me? I’m flushing on our way back to Mrs. Ford. We hand over Milly, and after Ian puts her in a cab and I’ve waved goodbye to her, I stand before him with my veins boiling in anticipation.
He seems to hesitate, just staring at me with something I can’t quite decipher. A mixture of frustration and something else.
“Well. Goodbye.”
Wow, did I misread him? Probably I did. Hating that the flush is coming back, I turn to head for the train.
One second, I’m walking forward, trying to ignore the whacking of my crazy heart and the fact that Ian Ford—my one-night stand—is standing only a few feet away from me, and the next his arm flies out and his hand curves tightly around my wrist.
“Sara.”
I turn.
I can hardly take the flames in his eyes.
With his free hand, he hails a taxi, and when it stops before us, he opens the door for me.
I know what’s happening, and I want it to happen so much that I quickly climb into the back of the cab.
Ian climbs in behind me.
“Where to?” the driver asks.
“The nearest five-star hotel you can find.” Ian looks at me with a frown.
“Four stars will do just fine,” I add urgently, and Ian’s frown turns to a look of interest. He grabs my waist and drags me toward him, and before I can take another breath, he’s got his hands—oh, gosh, his hands—on me, and he’s shoving his tongue into my mouth, and oh crap, I hadn’t been hallucinating. My memory didn’t fail me. In fact, it failed only in the sense that I didn’t remember the exact way he tasted, kissed, but what I never forgot was that it was heart-stopping, toe-curling, panty-melting, and a little bit soul-wrenching—the way he eats at my mouth, the hunger and the latent passion there. I didn’t remember that he was this irresistible.
My panties are soaked, and my lungs are working overtime trying to find a breath. I grab the back of his head as aggressively as he’s grabbing mine and push back at his tongue. Ian drops his head to nibble and bite at my neck when I drag my lips to kiss and lick his ear. And, as New York passes by the window, we cling to each other like we will never have another chance.