Total pages in book: 78
Estimated words: 75592 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 378(@200wpm)___ 302(@250wpm)___ 252(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 75592 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 378(@200wpm)___ 302(@250wpm)___ 252(@300wpm)
Finally giving up, he relaxed down on me, his breath warm on my neck, his heartbeat hammering against my breast.
That wasn’t all I felt, either.
Because to hold him in place, I’d needed to spread my legs around his hips, opening me up to him.
And while he was in too much pain to be hard, that didn’t stop my mind from getting all sorts of ideas. Based on memories. Because, well, every night or morning when I needed to creep past him to use the bathroom, I would find him hard, straining against the barely-there material of his sleep pants.
It was embarrassing how much some part of me wanted to go right over there, free him from his pants, and suck him into my mouth.
I actually felt myself getting dripping wet at the idea of going down on him. And that, well, was an entirely new feeling for me.
I guess, in the past, oral sex was an expectation, something that ‘had’ to be done, not necessarily something I ever instigated or wanted.
Because of that revelation—and those new desires—I’d been refusing to let myself relieve the pressure of my desire.
Which meant that I was practically ready to combust with the weight of Rook pressed down on me, the way our bodies were acting out part of the desires I’d been waking up tangled in the sheets after dreaming about.
Rook sucked in a deep breath.
And my damn thighs clamped around him.
My hips may have even… done a small little circling motion.
At least I could comfort myself with the idea that Rook was still likely in too much pain to notice what my traitorous little body was doing.
“Any better?” I asked as my fingers went from rubbing his neck to doing little circles across his scalp. “I’ll take that as a no,” I said when he let out a huff of a breath.
“No, it’s… starting to ease,” he said. But I was a little too distracted by the way his words rumbled in his chest and vibrated into mine to be happy with what he was saying.
Rook took another moment before sliding his arms onto the mattress and starting to press up.
“Fuck.” His face twisted up, but he was too stubborn to move back down.
“Maybe you’d be better on your back.”
“Yeah,” he said, but his eyes were squeezed closed. Sweat was starting to dampen his brow.
“You can’t move?” I asked.
“No.”
“How about I move you?”
The answer to that was a snort.
And, sure, he was bigger than me. But when I hooked him a little tighter and threw my weight, he effortlessly rolled under me and onto his back.
There was one moment where we were chest to chest, where his hands had slipped onto my ass.
But the way my belly swooped had me shooting up and looking down at him.
“Better?” I asked as he looked up at me, his eyes unreadable.
“Yeah.” His voice was a low caress, and I just barely managed to keep a shiver from racking my system.
“Good,” I said, attempting an exaggerated nod, but it made my whole body kind of move.
Meaning… move on his lap.
He was clearly no longer in debilitating pain.
In fact, he seemed to be feeling something else entirely.
His cock was thickening under me, a firm pressure against my cleft. And at the feel, my thighs clenched on the sides of his hips as I sucked in my breath.
And then—oh, God—my hips did a tiny wiggle, dragging a little whimpering sound out of me.
Humiliated by my reaction, I flew off his side so quickly that I misjudged how close I was to the side of the bed. And promptly toppled off the bed.
I fell hard on my side, making pain shoot up my hip.
“Jesus,” Rook gasped, trying to fold up to look, but he fell back with another curse. “You okay?”
“Yep. Fine.”
I was not.
I mean, physically, I was just a little bumped. Maybe bruised. Mentally and emotionally, though, were a whole other story.
But I jumped up to my feet, turning away from him to hide my face.
“But now you are in the bed. And I’m on the couch. So, um, I win this round,” I said, shuffling out of the bedroom area and dropping down onto the couch face-first into my pillow.
“Ughhh,” I groaned.
Well, that was… not how I saw the night going.
And now any chance of sleep was crushed. Because I was going to lay there, going over and over the whole thing until I had a stomachache.
Because while, objectively, I knew that Rook was not like the men I’d known in my past life, there was no stopping those automatic worries and fears.
Was he going to be angry?
That I’d disobeyed his order?
That I’d forced him to hurt his back by doing so?
That my decision to move to straddle him had made him get hard?
That I hadn’t relieved him of that frustrated desire?