The raw abandon of her lust.
Her writhing body against mine.
The hot mess of moisture spreading over my dick through all the layers between us.
It nearly made me come in my pants, something I’d never done before.
I loved the challenge of resisting it, the strain of testing of my body and will. It was glorious.
Shewas glorious.
I needed her. All my red flags went taut as I realized that.
Screw it.
I ignored the chorus of warning bells in my head. I couldn’t get enough of this woman, and I’d be damned if I left now.
IZZY
I wasfamiliar with the concept oftoo much of a good thing, but I’d never experienced it.
The idea of torture by orgasm hadn’t seemed likely to me… until Rook had made me come.
We hadn’t even taken our clothes off and all he’d had to do was flick my nipple through my bra to send me over the moon. My eyes leaked tears of bliss, my body still shaking.
Holy fuck!I wanted to scream, but breathing was a challenge. I gasped, never quite getting enough air, as I clung tenaciously to Rook, his body still hard against mine, pinning me to the door. His lips lingered on mine, nibbling and brushing softly as I came down from a stunning high.
Given every sinful inch of the man, I’d been sure sex with Rook would be good, but I’dvastlyunderestimated him.
“That’s my girl, breathe,” he whispered against my lips, his voice strained. As my tremors faded, I felthisbody shaking, not with pleasure, but restraint.
I got the feeling Rook was barely holding on.
I wondered if I could push him over the edge. “Time—”I gasped, still desperate for air, “—to… destroy me?” I grinned.
Rook groaned, then mumbled, “Wicked woman.”
I chuckled.
He stepped back, taking me with him as he moved away from the door. I tried to reach for the light… but nope. I quickly wrapped my arm back around Rook’s neck since the other arm alone wouldn’t hold me. My entire body felt limp and loose andvery satisfied.
Rook easily navigated around my tiny studio apartment in the dark, avoiding the rickety little kitchen table and my two mismatched second-hand chairs to get to the small bed by the window.
Good night vision. Must eat a lot of carrots.
Mmmm, carrots.
Note to self: Don’t think about big, hard-shafted vegetables while the thickness in his pants is still pressed to my core.
Reaching my bed, he laid me down. I whined when the pressure on my core vanished. Disengaging my legs, they flopped open, useless. I’d gripped him too hard.
My hands shook, fingers fumbling as I tried to undo a button on my blouse.
“Don’t,” Rook purred. “That’s my job.”
When I looked up, he’d somehow stripped in record time. With the curtains open, the streetlight outside my window clearly illuminated Rook’s form.
Oooh, pretty!
