Total pages in book: 27
Estimated words: 24466 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 122(@200wpm)___ 98(@250wpm)___ 82(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 24466 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 122(@200wpm)___ 98(@250wpm)___ 82(@300wpm)
My brow furrowed minutely when I digested what she’d said. “I’ve never been accused of being sweet before.” I jerked my chin toward her drink and winked. “I think you’ve got me confused with that pink concoction the server was bringing over to you.”
She lifted the glass, wrapped her lips around the straw, and took a gulp of the frosty beverage. I couldn’t take my eyes off her mouth, and once again, my mind was filled with thoughts of her sucking something else. I shoved those images away and silently lectured my body to stand the fuck down. For now.
I licked my lips. “Are you hungry?” I most certainly was.
She looked at me over the rim of her glass with heated blue orbs and nodded. “Uh-huh.”
“I’m taking you to lunch.” My gaze swept down her body again, and a frown curled my lips. I didn’t want all the horny fuckers around there coveting what was mine. “After you cover up.”
3
LENNOX
Brie raised an eyebrow, but rather than becoming angry, a corner of her mouth quirked up as her blue orbs twinkled with amusement.
“I suppose that I’m a little underdressed for a restaurant.”
She sat up, and I tried not to ogle her tits as they jiggled in her barely-there bikini top. When she leaned over to reach for her pool bag, there was way too much on display, and I almost lost my shit. Tossing my towel aside, I had my shirt dropped around Brie’s shoulders before she knew what was happening.
“What…?” Her expression indicated that she thought I might have lost my mind, but she didn’t stop me from pulling her arms through the holes and dragging the shirt closed to cover the rest of her body. It was so big on her that she could have worn it as a dress, but she looked unbelievably adorable.
Seeing her wearing my clothes set off something primal inside me, and a wave of possessiveness slammed into me again.
“I have a cover-up in my bag, Lennox,” she huffed, putting one hand on an ample hip while the other gesticulated to emphasize her point.
Holy fuck. Hearing her say my name in that low, naturally sultry voice almost made me come right then and there.
Grabbing hold of my patience, I shrugged. “I doubt it would cover you to my satisfaction. Besides, I like seeing you in my clothes.”
Brie bit down on her plump bottom lip and rolled her eyes, but again, I could see the merriment sparkling in her baby blues.
I pushed to my feet and held out my hand. Staring straight into her eyes, I did not bother to hide my intentions.
She glanced at my hand, then back to my face, clearly contemplating her next move. We both knew what would happen if she accepted my offer.
Slowly, she placed her palm in mine, and I held in a sigh of relief. I helped her to her feet, then bent over and grabbed her bag, slinging it over my shoulder.
“I can take that,” she insisted, reaching for her tote.
“We should probably get one thing straight right now,” I said in reply, using my hold on her hand to pull her body in close. “I take care of what’s mine. That means I carry your bags, open your door, spoil you rotten, and anything else I think you need.”
Brie’s eyes darkened, and her nipples puckered, poking through her bikini top and my shirt. She licked her lips, and I couldn’t help groaning as I pictured that plush, wet mouth wrapped around my cock. For fuck’s sake. I needed to get a damn grip.
Her breathing had become choppy, and she inhaled deeply, clearly trying to calm down. But I didn’t want her to. I wanted her hot, needy, and desperate for the pleasure only I could—only I would—ever give her.
“I need to take it back to my room,” she explained softly. Her voice didn’t sound convincing, and she didn’t attempt to take the bag. “Where do you want to meet for lunch? I’m not sure what to change into.”
“What you have on is just fine for my plans,” I told her as I tucked her arm into mine and began walking us toward the entrance to the hotel. “You won’t be wearing it long,” I murmured. I didn’t know if she heard me. She gave no indication either way.
It was the middle of the day, so the lobby bustled with guests headed to their activities. I deftly steered us through the crowd until we reached the bank of elevators.
The growing tension between us was thick, and I wondered if the people around us could feel it. Our attraction practically crackled in the air like electricity.
Finally, the doors to the elevator on my right slid open, and I guided Brie to the back. People crammed in like sardines, and I was afraid someone might feel the evidence of my desire for Brie, so I moved her to stand in front of me.