Resist A Grumpy Enemies to Lover Read Online Ava Harrison

Categories Genre: Alpha Male, Contemporary Tags Authors:
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Total pages in book: 106
Estimated words: 103931 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 520(@200wpm)___ 416(@250wpm)___ 346(@300wpm)
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She's fucking gorgeous, regardless, and the dim lighting of the room makes her eyes sparkle even more.

Her fingers drum on the table as she mentally runs through her options. “Maybe you should go first.”

I really want to convince her we should leave this place. Every second in her presence has my pants tightening to uncomfortable levels and my patience slipping.

There's no rush, except for the fact that I might combust if she flashes that hot-as-hell grin my way one more time.

If she needs to take this slow so we get to know each other, I'll play along. She'll still end up in my hotel bed tonight either way, and this foreplay isn't hurting anything.

Reaching across the table, I place my hand on hers, stopping the drumming.

Her eyes widen, and as I follow her gaze, I see it's resting on where our hands touch.

What the hell?

Does she not like to be touched?

“Sorry about that—”

I go to move my hand, and she shakes her head. “No.” She smiles, bright enough to light up the whole damn room. “It’s fine.”

The way she lowers her lashes in invitation settles my concern, and I eliminate the distance between us, moving closer to her.

My lips move to the shell of her ear, and she trembles. “I know we said no work talk, but I have to ask… you're not an actress, right?”

“No.” Her reply comes out breathy and sensual, the proximity and my mouth to her ear affecting her in all the right ways.

“Thank fuck.”

I pull away just in time to see her eyes widen.

“You don't like actresses?”

“I didn't say that, but with the thoughts running through my head, I won't lie and say I wouldn't be disappointed.”

Her eyes narrow in on me. “And what exactly are those thoughts?” She licks her lips and I watch the movement.

I grin. “Do you really want to know?”

She offers me a nod.

“For starters… I want to kiss you.”

She clears her throat. “If I were an actress, that would be a problem? Why?”

“I don't kiss actresses.”

She picks up her glass, pressing it to her lips. She tips it back, draining the glass of half its contents, before placing it back down. It rattles on the table, and I don't miss how her hand tremors slightly.

“Well, then it's a good thing I'm not an actress.”

She's no master of seduction at the moment, but she doesn't need to be; her meaning is coming in loud and clear. I'll be taking her home tonight.

I place my fingers under her chin and turn her face so we look right at each other. “Is this okay?”

She bites into her lower lip as she nods.

It's her eyes that give away the lust inside her. They glitter with need; her pupils dilate as she leans into my touch.

“Words, Mal,” I growl, losing control.

I need to touch this woman in other ways.

“Yes. Please kiss—”

I don't let her finish the sentence before my mouth crashes against her, shutting her up.

She grows soft in my arms. The taste of champagne explodes on my tongue as she parts her lips.

I cup the back of her neck, deepening the kiss.

She tastes delicious. Like the finest delicacy, and I can't wait to leave here. I want her away from prying eyes. All to myself. I want to lay her down on my bed and see if her pussy tastes just as sweet.

A whimper escapes her as my tongue swipes against hers.

Devouring.

As my tongue fucks her mouth, I lose the sense of time and space. My free hand drops down to the hem of her skirt.

We need to leave. Too many important people are around, and I need to be alone with this siren.

Her hand encases mine, and I think she’ll push me away, but instead, she guides me to where she needs me.

I stroke her pussy over the cotton that covers her. Circling until she dampens beneath my touch. Her hips lift, but I don't stop; I just continue to drive her mad with need, my mouth still plundering hers. I dip my finger beneath the cotton, then swipe it against her slit.

Mal's so damn wet and ready for me.

She squirms as I play with her. “More.”

“Not here.” I pull my hand away, and she groans in protest. “Do you want to get out of here?” I ask between kisses.

“Yes,” she pants.

“Let’s go.” I move out of the banquette and extend my hand.

The hand whose fingers were just inside her. She looks adorable as her eyes widen, a deer caught in headlights. Not quite the dirty girl I hoped, but we can change that.

I lift the hand to my mouth and lick her essence off, which is like nothing else I've ever tasted before.

My new favorite taste.

I extend my dry hand this time. Her mouth is open, but her lips slam together every time she attempts to talk.



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