Total pages in book: 99
Estimated words: 92812 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 464(@200wpm)___ 371(@250wpm)___ 309(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 92812 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 464(@200wpm)___ 371(@250wpm)___ 309(@300wpm)
Her smile grew. “Of that I have no doubt.”
“Can you ride?”
“I can.”
Heat slammed him at the thought of her riding him, hair free and the sun making her skin glow as they enjoyed each other outside. His cock grew hard.
“You are a temptress.” He held out his hand. “Come.”
It didn’t take them long to get horses and be on their way. Phillip didn’t go fast, allowing the horses to pick their own speed. Although he had multitudes of questions, he didn’t voice them. Just watched Fyre as she took in the beauty of the island.
When the cove came into view, her sharp breath told him all he needed to know. She’d not been there before and she loved it.
They dismounted and tied the horses in the shade. He spread out the blanket and unpacked the food as she walked along the nearly white sands of the cove’s beach.
“When did you find this?”
He got up to join her and slipped his arm around her waist as they ambled along. “About a month after I arrived here. I come here when I want to be alone.”
“Is that a warning? Are you planning to kill me?”
“With pleasure? Yes.” He kissed her, moaning as her taste settled into him once again.
She sank against his body, trusting him to hold her up. Arms tight around her, he had to wrench himself back. “We need to eat.”
With her kiss-swollen lips, unfocused eyes, and the way her breath escaped in small, fast pants, he almost forgot all of his plans and took her there on the sand.
“Food.”
The cook had fixed them sandwiches and he ate three to her one. After they were done, he turned and put his head in her lap, smiling when she immediately sank her fingers into his hair. Stroking. Petting.
“I have a proposition for you.”
She hmmed and looked down at him. “What is that?”
“I have a plan to catch the ones doing this to the books, but I am going to need your help to get it ready in time.” A shrug. “Actually, Kolby suggested it. Will you help me?”
“Whatever you need.”
He picked up her hand and pressed his lips to her palm. “You do not even know what it will be.”
“Are you planning on taking advantage of me?”
“Yes.”
His admission came fast and without any hesitation. Phillip watched her. She was addicting. To every sense, and some he hadn’t been aware of having.
She paused for a moment. Even the touch of her fingers halted, much to his dismay. Without taking his eyes off her, he moved his head into her fingers, providing a silent command to keep petting him.
She listened and started again. Finally she pursed her lips and tipped her head toward him. Her expression, however, hadn’t changed.
Hell, he was even finding the furrow between her brows adorable.
“I am not sure I should believe you.”
He took her other hand in his and laced their fingers. Bringing their hands to his mouth, he nibbled on the tips of her fingers.
“Believe me.” He drew one tip between his lips and swirled his tongue around it. Her grip in his hair tightened and his cock hardened at the sexy mewl that slid free.
“You would not warn someone before taking advantage of them.” Her voice was no longer crisp and clear, but faint with passion.
He loved it.
Another slow swipe of his tongue. “For most people you are correct. I would not.”
She tugged, trying to free her finger from his mouth. He denied that request.
Her lips twitched. “Most people?”
It was his turn to grin. “You caught me. Only you, Fyre. To hell with anyone else.”
“What are you talking about then?”
“I plan on taking every advantage I can with you.” He kissed each finger. “Kisses. Stolen caresses. I want you so aroused you cannot think straight.”
Phillip turned so he lay on his side as opposed to his back, facing the water before them. He knew his willpower wouldn’t be strong enough were he facing her core. The desire to taste her was nearly all-consuming.
Fyre had her legs bent to the side, but he settled his hand on her thigh, moving toward her knee.
“What about what you need help with?” Her voice, thready, almost broke the lock of restraint he struggled to retain his iron grip on.
He skimmed his hand down over her knee and back up, wishing he could feel skin. And he told her so.
The responding bite of her nails to his scalp reminded him he wasn’t alone in his increasing desire.
“You should not say such things, my lord.”
Fuck it. He squeezed her calf before pushing up so they were face to face.
“Would you rather I show you what I want to do to you, Fyre?”
She bit her lower lip even as she readjusted her fistful of his hair.
God damn he wanted to suck on that lip for her. “Yes.”