Total pages in book: 152
Estimated words: 145155 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 726(@200wpm)___ 581(@250wpm)___ 484(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 145155 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 726(@200wpm)___ 581(@250wpm)___ 484(@300wpm)
His voice drops several degrees. “Are you threatening me?”
“What do you mean?” I quickly duck into a boutique to change the subject.
OK, I’ve planted the seed. Let’s watch it grow. He follows me and stands just to my left as I start to flick through the clothes on the rack. I can feel the heat radiating from his body. I inhale deeply, he sure does smell good. The idiotic shopgirl’s jaw is on the ground as she stares, yes, stares at my shopping companion. I turn back to see what she is looking at. Joshua is leaning up against a pole with his hands behind his posterior and his eyes closed. He’s obviously tired. I smile. Yes, if I saw a god like him in a store I would stare too. He looks perfect, and a disturbing thought enters my brain. I am totally punching above my weight here with him. Utterly gorgeous, crazy rich and so intense in the bedroom that he’d bring any woman with a pulse to her knees. Basically, he could pick out any woman he wants. And here I am thinking I can make him jealous with Simon, frigging Simon, the motormouth. What am I thinking? He opens his eyes on a start and quickly looks around. I give him a broad smile. He shuffles his feet and returns his own beaming smile and mouths the words, “Sorry, tired.”
I nod. “Me too,” I mouth back. “Come on.” I grab his hand and lead him to the change rooms. The familiar heat rises from where we touch. He’s on fire. I am armed with ten dresses, surely something will fit. I sit him on the large velvet chair just outside the change room. He doesn’t seem to know the drill.
“You want me to sit here?” he asks.
I nod and smile. “Yes, haven’t you been shopping for girl’s clothes before?”
He does wide eyes at me. “No, why would I?”
“What about other girlfriends?” I look puzzled.
He smiles a broad smile as he runs his hand through his hair. “So, you’re my other girlfriend now?”
I smirk, embarrassed at my slip-up. “You know what I mean.”
He nods. “No, I avoid shopping at all costs. The only person who drags me shopping is Adrian and that’s a painful experience. I would rather have my teeth pulled out.”
I head into the changing room. Thirty minutes later I have tried all of my dresses on. Josh has been the perfect gentleman and waited for me, without as much as a whine. He hasn’t even asked to see what I’m trying on, which is basically a prerequisite when shopping with someone. The last dress I try on is definitely something I would not normally wear. A very cute Sass & Bide number. It’s black and skintight with leather panels down the side, a high back and low front. Frankly, I’m loving myself sick in it and I decide to set a trap. The back zipper is hard to reach so I decide to put to use my shopping buddy rights.
“Josh, can you come in here for a minute.”
“Huh, in there?”
“Yes, that’s what I said, didn’t I?”
“Um, OK.” He pulls the curtain over and steps inside, looking uncomfortable. His gaze travels down the length of my body.
“Pull the curtain closed,” I whisper. He turns and closes it behind him. His eyes drop once more.
“What the fuck are you wearing?” The atmosphere in the change room suddenly becomes thick with want. My pulse quickens. His eyes come back up to my face, his jaw tics and he cracks his neck. Jackpot. I love it when he does that. I don’t know if it’s what I’m wearing or the fact we are alone. But I want him—I want him now. His eyes drop to my hardened nipples and his mouth drops open with arousal as he takes a deep breath.
“Fuck, Tash,” he whispers as he closes his eyes, trying to block me out. “You need to get that dress off now if you want to walk out of here untouched.”
I smile and bite my lip. “I’d better leave it on then.”
He closes his eyes. “Stop it.”
“No,” I whisper. The next second, he grabs me and spins me around, so my back is to his front. We stare silently at our reflection in the mirror, each breath deeper than the last. His hands splay across my lower stomach and he pulls me back into his hard length. My head goes back to lean on his chest and my eyes close.
“Precious girl, you fucking turn me on, do you know that?” he whispers.
I can’t stop myself. I have to play. “What turns you on about me?”
His eyes drop once more. “The curve of your waist. I love how you’re cinched in here.” He runs his finger from my breast down to the curve of my waist. “And those beautiful tits.” He brings his lips down to the base of my neck and runs his open mouth back up to the top as he tightens his grip on my stomach. “Your smile.” Goose bumps have scattered all over my body.