Total pages in book: 49
Estimated words: 46792 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 234(@200wpm)___ 187(@250wpm)___ 156(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 46792 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 234(@200wpm)___ 187(@250wpm)___ 156(@300wpm)
I lie back, shaking slightly. I’ve never let myself be so exposed to a man, but I don’t want this to stop. He kisses my inner thighs softly, the backs of his fingers grazing over my stomach and moving higher until they brush over my nipple.
Quiet. I have to stay quiet. But it’s hard when I haven’t been touched by a man in so long--and never like this. Never as if touching me is the prize.
He kisses his way up one inner thigh, his warm breath on my skin giving me goose bumps. Meanwhile, his hand is teasing my nipples. I have to put a hand over my mouth to hold in my moans.
Then he moves to my other leg, kissing his way down my inner thigh to my knee, and slowly back up again. It feels like a blissful eternity. I’m already wound tight when he gently runs the tip of his tongue up my slit and back down again.
I move my hand away just long enough to breathe out and in again, my fingers tugging at his hair.
Time stops as he slides his tongue inside me. He moves one of my heels to his shoulder so I’m pressing against him and allowing him greater access.
He licks and sucks my folds, teasing me until I’m so close to coming and then moving back to my inner thigh. He doesn’t know that I’ve never come this way. No man has ever taken the time to make it happen.
It’s intense, having him wind me up like a doll he has complete control of. He knows just how much pressure to use, exactly how fast or slow to go to get me closer and closer--right on the edge.
I’m moving my hips, grinding against his face in a desperate attempt to finish, but it’s no use. He gets to decide when it happens. It’s so unbelievably hot. In the past, I’ve had to get myself off during sex, usually by getting on top.
But Rowan is in full control here. When a whimper accidentally escapes me, he hums against my clit with satisfaction. He doesn’t move his mouth away this time. Instead, he uses his tongue to bring me up to the peak and then, finally, blissfully over it.
My back arches off the bed and it takes every ounce of self-control I have to stay quiet as I come harder than I thought possible. All the times he got me close and then backed off have built me up to a frenzy.
It lasts and lasts, his expert mouth not quitting until I sink back to the bed, sated.
He wipes a hand down his face and stands up, grinning. I just smile, unable to form words.
Putting a knee on the bed, he leans back down to whisper in my ear.
“That was a goodnight kiss. You’ll get one every night I’m here. Sleep well.”
With a quick, soft kiss to my lips, he leaves, never looking back.
I stay like that for a few minutes, smiling up at the ceiling.
That. Was. Incredible. But also, I think Rowan just ruined all other men for me.
CHAPTER TWENTY
Cam
Four weeks later
“It’s light outside! Mom, it’s light outside!”
Tate is jumping on my very firm, extremely comfortable new bed, yelling louder than any alarm clock could blare.
Sam is standing next to the bed, his face six inches from mine. “Mom, you said when it’s light outside, and it is.”
“Okay, I’m getting up.”
It’s Christmas morning. I told my sons we couldn’t wake up and open presents until the sun was up. I get out of bed, extra tired after staying up late with Rowan to finish wrapping the boys’ presents and stuff their stockings, and then receive two goodnight kisses from him.
The nights with two leave me feeling wrung out in the best possible way. He’s still not been willing to do anything more. Kisses, hugs and getting mind-blowing oral sex are it for now. Not that I’m complaining.
Since Rowan had a security system with cameras installed, I’m even able to sleep on the nights he travels for hockey. I miss him, though.
“You have to stay in here for fifteen minutes,” Sam says as I walk toward my closet to get dressed. “We’ll tell you when you can come out.”
They’re probably planning to make breakfast with Rowan. That’s sweet, and I don’t want to ruin the surprise by reminding them I prepared a breakfast casserole and cinnamon rolls to bake after we finish opening gifts.
“Okay, I’m going to lie back down then.”
“Don’t fall asleep!” Tate turns to look at me from the doorway. “And don’t come out until we say you can.”
“I promise not to come out.”
I didn’t promise not to fall asleep. I’m lightly dozing when I hear a knock on my bedroom door sometime later.
“You can come out now, Mom!”
“Okay, I’ll be there in five minutes.”