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’m going to turn around now,” she whispers.
Before I can tell her I want that more than my next breath, she’s facing me. Her bottom lip is trembling, a few strands of her hair are clinging to the side of her face, and her beautiful body is waiting for me.
CHAPTER THIRTY-FOUR
Rook
I drop my gaze to the sight of her bra. Her nipples are straining against the lace. I’m craving more light, but I need her to feel comfortable with every aspect of this night.
Her hands reach for mine, so I take them and press them against my chest. “You’re the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen.”
She doesn’t brush the words off or try to diminish them by disagreeing with me. She owns them. I see it when a smile floats over her lips. “Thank you.”
“Do you need to use the washroom?”
“No.” She half-laughs. “I had a plan to undress in there, but I wanted this. This felt right in the moment.”
I lift her hands to my lips to press kisses into her palms. “Good.”
“Can we get on the bed?” She tugs a hand free to take her glasses off. “I need to put these somewhere.”
I carefully take them from her. Still holding one of her hands, I lead the way to the bed. I gently place the glasses on the nightstand.
Leaning forward, she squints. “Are those lavender roses?”
I pick up the small vase to bring the two roses closer so she can smell them. “I picked them up earlier for you.”
“You came here earlier?”
I made the trip after work. I brought the vase and flowers, a few condoms, and a bottle of champagne, which is currently chilling in the minibar.
“I wanted everything to be perfect for you,” I confess.
She gazes at my face, and even though I have no idea if she can see me clearly without her glasses, I see something in her eyes. She’s calm and relaxed. She’s ready.
She drops her ass on the bed, tugging on my hand for me to follow.
“Pants on or off?” I ask.
She glances down. “Off, please.”
As I take care of that, she moves into the middle of the bed, settling on her back.
I run a hand over the length of my hard cock. I briefly consider grabbing a condom to wrap myself, but there are things I’m craving first.
“Come here,” she whispers, luring me closer with a curled finger.
I crawl onto the bed, my cock heavy and thick between my thighs as I near her.
She turns suddenly to her side, showing me her back, so I settle in behind her.
“Closer, Rook.”
I wrap an arm around her, yanking her to me. My throbbing cock settles against her lace-covered ass. I let out a low sound that is a heady mixture of the intense desire I feel and the bite of frustration that is tugging at me.
I want to touch her more. I want a taste. Most of all, I want to hear her come.
I skim my hand down her stomach before I inch it over the front of her lace panties. She stiffens slightly before she circles her hips. I take that as an invitation for more, so I grab ahold of her right thigh and drape it over my legs.
“Oh,” she whispers. “Rook.”
My fingers drift over her inner thigh. “I’m going to make you come with my hand.”
“Now?” she purrs.
I hear the untamed arousal in her voice. I feel it in her movements. She keeps inching her ass closer to my cock, pressing against it.
With the faintest touch, I trail one single fingertip over her panties. I can feel the heat from her pussy. I know she’s wet.
The moan she gifts me with tells me that she wants more, so I give that to her.
One of my fingers dips under the lace, followed by another.
I skim over her smooth slit, my cock jerking with the movement because I want inside of her. I want to feel her warmth wrapping me as she comes, but I need her to come first. I want her slick and ready to take my cock.
She adjusts slightly, opening her legs even more. “This feels so good.”
“This is just the beginning,” I growl into her ear before I plant a trail of kisses over her bare shoulder.
I push a finger inside of her. She’s so tight, so wet, so needy.
“More,” she whispers. “More.”
I add another and pump once and then again. She joins in, plunging down on my hand, fucking my fingers with no restraint.
Just as I feel her tighten even more in anticipation of her release, I pull out and focus on her swollen clit. I circle it again and again.
Pleas of need fall from her lips. I can’t make out any words, but it’s all there in the sounds. She wants more. She fucking wants me.
Her back starts to bow against me, so I up the pace, and when I know she’s at the edge, I press my lips to her neck and kiss her softly. “Come for me, Carrie. Come.”