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)
STARS
Sara
My mouth feels raw by the time the cab halts before a fashionable hotel just a few blocks away. Ian drags me out of the cab, holding my hand as he leads me inside. I linger around the lobby as he goes to check in, watching him walk back to me with a key in hand.
“Ford!” someone calls. “Shit! You’re in town?”
Ian sets his hand on my elbow as a tall, blond guy approaches. His friend seems shocked by the sight of me standing next to him, and something about that makes my stomach constrict.
I mean, I’m fucking a stranger. How much do I know about Ian?
“I’d better leave,” I whisper, rethinking this whole thing, but as I speak Ian catches my fingers to halt me. He leans to whisper in my ear. “Don’t leave. Or I’ll find you.”
I go up on tiptoes to whisper, “Please don’t. I really don’t think we have anything in common except chemistry and I flunked that in high school—not my favorite subject.”
He just stares. At my mouth.
“Okay, bad joke. But you get it.”
He turns back to the guy who greeted him. “I’ve got to bolt, but I’ll catch up with you later.”
“I… hell yeah. Let’s do lunch,” the man replies.
“Will do,” Ian tells him. Then he turns his attention back to me.
“The exit is that way.” I point nervously behind me.
“The room is that way.” He glances at the elevators.
I shoot him a haughty look and pry free of his grip. Ian grabs the loop in my jeans and twists me back in the direction of the elevators. I kind of like it that he’s not letting me go. It’s nice to see he’s as interested in fucking me as I am in fucking him. Then I hear the deepest, sexiest voice speak behind me. “You always run in the opposite direction when you see something you want?”
I am not going to answer that. I’m not going to admit that my nipples are beaded and that my panties are wet. Almost as if jealous of the other panties that once were in a little wad in his hands months ago. “You’ve got it all wrong, buddy. Just leaving room for your ego.”
“My ego likes it just fine with you close.” He’s almost purring now. “The way you’re looking at me, it could not like it any better.”
“Full of yourself much?”
“So full of it I have enough to spare and get you full of me too, in a matter of seconds.”
I raise both my eyebrows.
“Just say the words—and we’ll break the news to all the other girls here. They’ll be devastated.”
I glance at the women in the lobby. Obviously most of them have noticed him, and I hate that he seems to have noticed.
“They’ll send me thank-you notes,” I say.
“Well, then… I hope you have a big mailbox.”
“You’re dreaming.”
“Of you.”
I sniff when I see him reach out to press the elevator button behind me. His arm brushes against the top of mine, and my skin tingles from the contact.
I hear the terrible, exciting, unnerving ding.
My whole body tightens in anticipation.
Ian lifts his hand and presses it against the small of my back, leading me into the elevator. We’re the only ones inside. He presses the button for the top floor and uses the key to access it.
Wow. A penthouse suite?
His hand remains on the small of my back, his thumb caressing my skin below the fabric of my top.
His eyes hold mine, and something pulls inside my stomach.
The heat of his stare spreads under my skin, like a lick of fire between my legs.
The way the guy stands there, all confident and with an unreal mix of elegance and rawness, his stare direct and shameless, an air of authority surrounding him.
God, I want another piece of him tonight.
I don’t think anyone could ever compete with this guy, so I never even went out with anyone who asked me ever since our encounter. Sometimes I’ve wanted to see him again so much that my chest hurt. And it’s not fair, is it?
When we arrive at our floor, he takes my hand and leads me down the hall to open the suite door. Yes. It’s a humongous suite.
What does it mean that he went for the best for this?
Does it mean he wants to impress me?
And what does it mean that I mumble “give me a moment” and race to the bathroom to freshen up?
That I want to impress him?
I take a long time scrutinizing my hair, my face, and the rest of me in the bathroom mirror. Does he like what I see? My pupils are dilated, my eyes gleaming with desire. My cheeks flushed. I look like a girl who just had the living daylights fucked out of her… or is about to. By the time I have loosened my hair and freshened up, Ian is sitting on a bar stool at the far end of the suite. The view of New York, and even a glimpse of Central Park, framing the windows behind him.