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)
She splinters at my command. Her legs quake. A shiver runs through her, and she lets out a cry that ends with a chant of my name.
CHAPTER THIRTY-FIVE
Carrie
Rook settles on his knees between my legs. Almost immediately, he’s sliding my bra straps down my shoulders. I motion for him to unhook it in the front between my breasts.
“My heart might stop beating when I see more of you,” he rasps.
Flinging my forearm over my face, I hide a smile. “You’re so good at this. You know just what to say.”
He tugs on my hand to move my arm. Leaning forward, he kisses me softly on my lips. “I will never say anything to you that I don’t mean. You are seriously the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen.”
Tears prick the back of my eyes. “I believe you.”
“Good.” He kisses me again, rougher this time. It ends when he tugs my bottom lip between his teeth.
His hand jumps back to my bra, and with one swift movement, it’s open, and my breasts are free.
“God,” he growls. “I can’t wait to taste.”
His lips circle my left nipple. Teeth scratch over it before he sucks it hard.
I can’t contain the arousal it stirs within me, so I give in to it. I moan softly. “That’s so good.”
Still cradling my now tender nipple between his teeth, he nods. “Your nipples are everything, Carrie. They’re so plump. They’re sensitive, aren’t they?”
I nod. “Very.”
He drops his mouth to the right one. This time, he lashes his tongue against it over and over.
It stirs me up more. It’s so much that I want to reach down and circle my clit the way he did.
“Panties next,” he says roughly.
I glance at the window and the dim light bathing the bed and us. There’s a tall lamp in the corner, but it’s only casting a sliver of light into the room. It’s not enough for him to see me fully, and right now, I want that.
I stall his hands with mine before he can reach my panties. “Turn on the lamp first. The one on the nightstand.”
He leans over me, his lips almost touching mine. “You’re sure?”
“Very,” I assure him, running a fingertip over his jaw. “I want to see you and I want you to see me.”
“I’ll be right back,” he promises before he carefully shifts my legs to set himself free.
Before he touches the lamp, I hear the unmistakable sound of a drawer opening and then closing.
Anticipation courses through me. His suit jacket never made it into this room, and since I saw him tuck his wallet into its inner pocket after he paid the rideshare driver, I know that his condom wasn’t within reach.
I’m hoping that when he came here earlier to drop off the roses, he also brought condoms.
“You’re a gift to me, Carrie.”
The warmth in his words hit me just as he turns on the lamp.
Wishing my glasses were within reach, I turn my head slightly to see Rook standing next to the nightstand. His body is the purely masculine vision I knew it would be.
I can’t help but look down at the sight of his cock. It’s as impressive as the rest of him.
His lips tilt up into a lazy smile. “Look at you. God, Carrie. I knew you’d take my breath away, but there are no words.”
My hands itch to move to cover my breasts, but I’m mesmerized by the way he’s looking at me. There’s tenderness in his gaze and unmistakable hunger, too.
He moves quickly to get back into the position he was before he left me. He’s on his knees before he rests back on his calves. He drops a square foil package on the bed next to me.
“Is that a condom?” I whisper, more to myself than to him.
His gaze trails my face. “It is, but we’ll use it when you’re ready.”
“I’m ready now,” I say with a laugh. “I feel ready.”
His index finger slowly grazes over my panties. “I’ll decide that.”
My legs fall open to give him more access, but he shakes his head. “Panties off now.”
I nod, edging my ass off the bed before I drop my hands to the waistband.
“I want to do it,” he growls.
I watch as he does, and with each inch of my most intimate skin being exposed, the lust in his expression increases.
Once he tosses the panties aside, he leans down to kiss the top of my mound before the tip of his tongue trails a path to a spot just to the right of it that is almost always covered by my underwear.
“A beautiful butterfly,” he whispers before he kisses my small tattoo. “My beautiful butterfly.
Tears threaten again, but I chase them back with a heavy swallow.
“When did you get this?” he questions, never taking his eyes off the tattoo.
I opted for no color, but it’s still a striking work of art. Each line is a symbol of my transformation.