Total pages in book: 71
Estimated words: 69096 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 345(@200wpm)___ 276(@250wpm)___ 230(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 69096 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 345(@200wpm)___ 276(@250wpm)___ 230(@300wpm)
It’s dark, but there’s no mistaking that Central Park is a sight to behold as it’s laid out before us.
“This is incredible,” I whisper.
“It’s even better during the day,” Declan says from next to me.
I turn and look up at his face. “It’s nicer then?”
“You’ll judge for yourself in the morning.”
I perk an eyebrow. “Who said I was staying until the morning?”
“You are,” he says decisively. “You want to.”
Normally, an arrogant attitude like that would send me running away from the man who possesses it, but my traitorous body leans closer to Declan.
He takes that as an invitation. His fingertips run a slow path down my bicep. “Take off your shoes, Abby.”
I’ve been longing for that all night. Try as I might, I can’t slide my feet out of the ridiculously hard resin shoes.
I start to bend down to tug them off, but Declan is on a knee before I can get there. I stare down at him as he tenderly lifts each of my feet before tugging the shoes loose.
A sigh of relief escapes me.
When he glances up, a soft smile settles on his lips. “That feels good, doesn’t it?”
I can’t be sure if he’s referring to the loss of the shoes or how his fingers are digging into the arch of my right foot. If this is how it feels when he gives a foot massage, I can’t imagine the pleasure that waits when he gets his hands on all the other parts of me.
After another heavenly push of his fingers into the tender flesh of my foot, he places it on the floor. In an instant, he’s back on his feet and facing me.
This is it. This is where I crawl into bed with a virtual stranger and leave all of my inhibitions behind.
His hand jumps to cup the side of my neck. “You’re trembling.”
I am, but I thought I hid it well. “Do you do this often?”
His eyes search mine. “Fuck a woman dressed like this? No. Never.”
I can’t hold in a little laugh. “I don’t always dress like this.”
“I know.” His thumb runs a tight circle over my chin. “Yesterday, you wore a black leather skirt and a light blue blouse.”
Shocked, my mouth falls open.
His gaze trails over my lips. “The day before that, it was a dress. It was dark green and tied with a belt at the waist.”
I swallow hard. “You saw me at work.”
A heavy exhale escapes him. “In the lobby. You’re incredibly hard not to notice, Abigail.”
“I thought you…I assumed you…I had no idea that you noticed me.”
“Notice isn’t the right word.” A deep chuckle rumbles through his chest. “Let me correct my previous statement. You’ve captivated me for weeks. Every time I walk into that building, I look for you.”
Whatever surprise I initially felt has morphed into something else. Wonder, maybe with a touch of confusion. The lobby of that building is filled with beautiful women around every corner. The fact that he can recall exactly what I was wearing means that I stood out. That shouldn’t matter to me, but it does.
I want to be special to him, even if it’s just for tonight.
“You’ve had your eye on me, too,” he rasps. “You knew who I was when I approached you tonight.”
I nod.
“On the phone, you said you were single.” His gaze locks on mine. “So the man you held hands with in the lobby is out of the picture for good?”
My brows pinch together as I try and piece that together. “What man?”
His thumb brushes my bottom lip. “That’s what I like to hear.”
Tilting my head, I fail to hold in a grin. “Seriously, what man?”
“Blond with a close-cropped beard.” He closes his eyes briefly. “Cheap suit. Scuffed shoes, and he was always in a rush, pulling you by the hand as you exited the building with him, not that I can blame the bastard for wanting to get you alone.”
“Rex?” I whisper. “I dated him months ago for like two minutes.”
“For like more than two minutes,” he says with a laugh. “I saw you with him several times.”
That knowledge hits me hard. Declan has been paying attention to me for a lot longer than a couple of weeks. I broke up with Rex two months ago after a few bad in-bed encounters. He couldn’t get me off. The third time it happened, he offered a half-assed apology, rolled over, and fell asleep.
I’m too busy to waste my time on selfish lovers. If I’m going to bed with a man, he needs to make it worth my while.
“I dumped him,” I explain.
“Why?”
I try and escape answering that with a shake of my head. “I told you that I don’t kiss and tell.”
“This is dump and tell.” He edges the pad of his thumb over my chin, luring my head up so our eyes meet. “Why did you dump Rex?”