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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.
