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)
“Another rule is I want to do it in the dark,” I blurt out.
His gaze drops to my breasts and beyond to my legs. “That’s a hard one for me to agree to, Carrie.”
I like knowing that, but it doesn’t change a thing. “I’d prefer if it was dark.”
“Are you open to a compromise?”
I’m open to almost anything when he’s looking at me like he wants to eat me right up, and I do mean in that way that I’ve wanted him to since I first met him months ago.
I nod slightly, still steadfast in my commitment to make love for the first time in the dark. That has nothing to do with being ashamed of my body. It’s anchored in a past experience that has made me question whether I’ll be able to keep my emotions under control during sex.
If I shed a tear of happiness that I’m putting my virginity behind me for once and for all, I don’t want Rook to see that. I don’t want that to be what he remembers from our time together in bed.
“Let me fuck you in a dark room with open curtains.”
“No,” I spit out, horrified by the idea that someone else could see in and witness what will be the most intimate moment of my life so far.
“My bedroom window overlooks the city,” he explains. “No buildings are obstructing my view, and if you’re not comfortable with that, I have sheer curtains, so I can close those.”
Suddenly feeling silly, I let out a slight laugh. “You must think I’m…”
“Perfect?” he substitutes the word he thinks fits.
I would have finished my sentence with an entirely different word.
Ashamed.
That’s what I was going to say to him. ‘You must think I’m ashamed of my body.’
I’m not, and I want him to know that, but I’m stuck on the idea that he thinks I’m perfect.
He steps closer to me to lower his voice. “Your body will react to me in some subtle and not-so-subtle ways. I’ll be able to sense what feels good to you. My touch will make you crave more, and I want… no, I need to see your movements because that will make me even harder, Carrie.”
Holy heck.
My throat constricts as my neck heats.
“Making you come is what I want most.” He goes on, oblivious to the people passing us, “I need to touch you, taste you, and fuck you. I want to see your body react through each orgasm you’ll have.”
“Each?” I question. “Will there be more than one?”
That sets his eyes alight and sends a wicked smile over his lips. “Guaranteed.”
Dear God.
This is way more than I planned for, but it’s everything I want.
I nod like a fool, my head bouncing up and down.
He quiets it with a finger on my chin. “I called for a car to take you home. He’s rounding the corner now.”
“Okay,” I say, unable to tear my gaze from his striking face to glance over my shoulder to where the car must be approaching.
“I’d kiss you goodnight, but the first time I kiss you will make me weak in the knees, so let’s save that for when we’re alone.”
I smile. “It’s hard to imagine you being weak in the knees.”
“I’ve been that way since I first saw you in Abby’s office.” He drops his gaze to my dress. “I wanted to do things to you ever since then.”
“What things?” My voice comes out ragged and edged with need.
He leans so close that his lips skim my neck. “Many, many things, but I’d start with a taste of your pussy.”
Anticipation courses through me. I feel light-headed, and at the same time, there’s an undeniable ache between my legs.
He pulls back just enough to kiss me softly on the cheek. “Thank you for tonight, Carrie.”
“Same,” I say because I literally cannot form another word.
He lets out a deep-seated chuckle. “I’ll be in touch soon to further discuss your rules and our plans.”
I nod. “Yes. Okay.”
As the driver steers the SUV close to the curb, Rook takes my hand to lead me toward the vehicle. I slide in when he opens the back passenger door. He speaks to the driver briefly, asking him to repeat back the address to Abby’s building.
“Goodnight, Carrie.” His gaze travels over my face.
“Goodnight,” I whisper back before he shuts the door and leaves me with a desperate need to be fucked that I’ve never felt before.
CHAPTER TWENTY-NINE
Rook
Naturally, I had to resort to my hand for a release tonight. I may have had a condom in my wallet, but I knew going into dinner with Carrie that the chances of fucking her tonight were very slim, bordering on nearly impossible.
She’s a planner. She proved that tonight when she explained how she expects her future to play out. I give her credit for constructing a roadmap she’s committed to, but only time will tell if she sticks to it.