Total pages in book: 85
Estimated words: 82453 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 412(@200wpm)___ 330(@250wpm)___ 275(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 82453 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 412(@200wpm)___ 330(@250wpm)___ 275(@300wpm)
I came hard and begged for a moment to catch my breath.
All I got was the time it took for him to drop his boxer briefs and pants before he was back in bed with his head between my legs.
The first touch of his tongue on my clit was incredible. The pleasure has only increased from there.
I’m closing in on another orgasm. “Oh, God.”
He ups the pace of his tongue, licking me furiously, sucking my clit, and making sounds that only add to my excitement.
I can tell that he loves this as much as I do.
My back bows when I climax. My limbs go limp, and a restrained sob escapes me. It’s a verbal sign of everything that I’m feeling.
As Rook pulls back, his fingers immediately replace his mouth. He watches me intently, our eyes locked as I come down from the high.
Before I can register what’s happening, he’s crawling up my body. His cock drags over my thigh before it settles against my mound.
“How are you so good at all of this?” I ask before I realize the answer myself.
Experience.
He’s been having sex for years. Before tonight, the most I’d ever done with a man was kiss.
His lips curl into a lazy smile. “I like giving you pleasure.”
I cup a hand over his cheek. “I like it, too.”
“Correction.” His left eyebrow darts up. “I love giving you pleasure. You’re so responsive, Carrie. It’s incredible. I’ve never experienced that before.”
I’m tempted to ask him to explain that more, but I fear that would include talking about his former lovers. I don’t want to go there. I want my time with him to exclude everything and everyone else in the world.
“You mentioned something about doing this again soon.” He kisses me softly, but that quickly turns into a deep, lush kiss that leaves me aching for more.
When we part, I look into his eyes. “You want that, too.”
He nods. “Very much.”
“One more night,” I say to test his reaction.
The truth is that I want a million more nights just like this, but we agreed that he would be my first, and then we’d move on.
His gaze searches my face. I hold my breath, hoping he’ll ask for two more nights, or ten, or the millions I crave, but he just smiles and nods. “One more night. Here?”
“Yes.” I drag a fingertip over his jaw, saving the feel of that to memory.
“We’ll sort out our schedules in the next few days.” He pulls back slightly.
“Do we need to go now?” Disappointment taints my tone, but I can’t help it. I don’t want this night to end yet.
His lips land on my forehead for a tender kiss. “I need to go wrap my cock in a condom because I’m about to fuck you from behind.”
I flip over to my stomach as soon as he’s off the bed. “I should be like this, right?”
He stops to stare at me, his gaze raking over my body before settling on my bare ass. “I’ve never met anyone like you. I’ve never wanted anyone this much.”
He can’t see my stunned reaction because his eyes are closed as he presses his hand to the center of his chest.
“I’ve never met anyone like you either,” I offer in a barely audible voice.
When his eyes open, they lock on mine. “Never forget me, Carrie.”
“Never,” I whisper. “Never forget me.”
He shakes his head. “I guarantee that won’t happen.”
The moment breaks when he drops a hand to his swollen cock.
I inch my ass up off the bed. “I’m ready.”
Huffing out a laugh, he opens the nightstand drawer again to grab another condom package. “So am I, beautiful. So am I.”
CHAPTER THIRTY-EIGHT
Rook
I walk into my brother’s apartment after using the key he gave me months ago. I never asked for it, but when he dropped it in my palm, I happily took it. A week later, I found out that he was headed out of town and wanted me to water his plants.
I had handed that off to Maura because she has two green thumbs. By the time Milo was back in New York, the interior of the two-bedroom unit he bought for a steal last year rivaled a botanical garden.
Since then, he’s cut Maura a key, too, and they’ve worked out a barter system. She drops in here, usually with Kirby in tow, to water and trim the plants. In exchange, Milo keeps her tea cabinet fully stocked with the organic blends from faraway places she loves.
It’s a win-win for the two of them.
“You look relaxed. Did you get laid last night?” Milo whispers as I approach where he’s standing in his kitchen.
He’s wearing faded jeans and a T-shirt I know he got when he raided my closet. I admit I’m pissed to see how snug it is across his chest and biceps.