Total pages in book: 86
Estimated words: 82847 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 414(@200wpm)___ 331(@250wpm)___ 276(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 82847 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 414(@200wpm)___ 331(@250wpm)___ 276(@300wpm)
I stood at the window upstairs in my bedroom, searching for headlights in the darkness through the fields. It was almost eight, so Wolfe should be there any moment…if he didn’t get lost. All of the roads out here were dirt and didn’t have names, so he couldn’t rely on a GPS to get him here. Just the directions I’d sent via text.
Then I spotted headlights in the distance, the light dim because of the trees and vineyards in the way. I felt a jolt of unease, a nervousness I hadn’t felt since I was a young girl having her first kiss. But despite all the experience I had as an adult and the number of partners I’d shared it with, my breathing hitched like it was the first time. Wolfe was a different cut of meat from the rest. By far the sexiest man I’d ever seen in real life. He looked like a Hollywood actor working at the vineyard to get into character for his next project.
The headlights grew brighter, and a moment later, I saw the distinct outline of his Range Rover as he approached my villa. The shiver down my spine was ice-cold, but the flush in my neck and cheeks was like an inferno.
I headed downstairs and opened the front door, seeing him get out of the Range Rover at the bottom of the steps. He was in different clothes now, as if he’d gone home to shower and change before he headed over. He was in dark jeans and boots with a dark t-shirt and a long-sleeved overshirt, like he was about to take me to dinner instead of fuck my brains out.
He shut the door then turned to me, visible in the landscape light around the villa. He looked up at me, and a little smirk moved over his lips, his dark eyes reflecting the lights of the house.
He was so good-looking, time froze whenever I looked at him.
He started up the stairs, and once he was a few feet from his Range Rover, the handles disappeared into the side of the vehicle and it locked on its own. He reached the top of the stairs, a mountain of height towering over me.
I was tall for a woman, about five feet eight, but he had to be six and a half feet tall, so I felt dwarfed by his size. When he drew near, I felt weak all over, like I might topple down the stairs and roll into the side of his car.
It was the first time we’d been alone together, no interruptions or unwanted visitors.
And no cockblocks.
“Come in.” I walked back through the front door and entered my villa, stepping into the spacious living room. It had a large kitchen and a dining room that I never used because I rarely had guests. The bedrooms were upstairs.
He took a quick look around. “You’ve got a nice place.”
“Thanks.” In the springtime, I left the windows open so I could smell the jasmine that grew up the trellis on the patio. I closed them when the temperature dropped after the sun set, but I could still smell the flowers on my nose. “Would you like wine? I know you came a long way.”
With an intensity he’d never shown before, he stared me down. “You were worth it.”
“That remains to be seen.”
He smirked. “I’m not worried about it.”
I walked into the kitchen, grabbed a bottle that was already uncorked, and filled two wineglasses on the kitchen island.
He stood there and looked at me, his shoulders stretching the fabric of his overshirt nicely. His eyes never left my face, staring at me openly because it was the first time he’d had the opportunity.
I’d never been stared at quite like that. I grabbed my glass and took a drink as I met his gaze.
He did the same, bringing the dark liquid to his lips and taking a deep drink like it was water before he returned it to the table. “You make good wine.”
“Are you a wine drinker?”
“I drink anything with a decent proof.”
I finished off my glass and gently set it on the tile countertop. “How’s your arm?”
“Already forgot about it.” He came around the kitchen island and made his way toward me, a predator stalking his prey, except his eyes were intense rather than murderous. He moved into me, his intention heavy in the air between us. Instead of sliding his hand into my hair to kiss me, he backed me up into the counter near the window. He pressed against me as he looked down at me, the air sucked from my lungs.
Then his hands moved to my ass, and he lifted me onto the high counter, bringing my height closer to his. He hooked my legs around his waist then dipped his head to kiss me, sliding his hand into my thick hair as he did it.