The Book of Rook

Chapter 14

PHOENIX

Holy hell, what was that? One minute he's comforting me and then next, we're eating each other's faces. And oh wow can he kiss! It was like he was devouring me. Tongue fucked my mouth. I've never been kissed like that. A toe curling, panty soaking, fuck me now kiss. A few minutes more and I might have come in my shorts. Now that has NEVER happened to me. I bring my fingers to my lips and smile. They feel swollen. I run to the downstairs bathroom and sure enough, not only are they red and swollen but I turn my head and see.... A fucking hickey. He gave me a hickey. I should be angry but instead I'm turned on even more. He marked me, that caveman. I squeeze my legs together because my clit is still tingling and my panties are soaked.

What would have happened if Lyle hadn't interrupted us? I probably would have slept with him, right there in the kitchen. Now I understand the urgency Angel and Cam had.

I actually want to have sex. Almost like a need. With Rook. That's a huge step. I've NEVER wanted to have sex before. With Brad, it was a chore. I'd lay there until he got off which didn't last long. I always thought something was wrong with me. Plus Brad rarely kissed me and when he did, it wasn't even close to what Rook just did. He made love to my mouth. I throw some cold water on my face to calm my raging hormones and then go to the kitchen to get a glass of water. My legs are a little wobbly. Lord, all we did was just kiss. Sex with Rook, I imagine would be a life altering event.

Now I'm nervous. He's this playboy sex god with a history of bedding different women and I'm just an average woman with barely any sexual experience. Should I let him know beforehand, so I won't waste his time? From that kiss, it felt like he wanted me.

I need to get out of my head. Obviously he's attracted to me or he wouldn't have practically ripped my clothes off on the sofa. I can't believe how I kissed him back and dry humped him on this kitchen counter. Who am I?

I head to my bedroom and take a shower. A cold shower. As I lather myself up, I think about finishing myself off, but I would rather have Rook do it. What am I thinking? I never did "self-care" until my trip to Cancun. I look down at my body and find another hickey on my nipple. Dear God, he's going to mark me all up when, I mean if, we do have sex. That thought makes me wet again.

I dry myself off, lay in bed and fall asleep to dirty dreams of Rook.

I hear a door close. My alarm clock reads 3am. Should I get up and let him know I'm awake? Better to just talk when we both have slept on it. I hear footsteps coming closer to my door. My heart stops for a moment. Is he going to come in? I wait for a few minutes, then I hear his footsteps recede. Am I disappointed? Hell yeah I am. I should go to his room. No, that's too bold and what I really want to do is talk.

I snuggle back into my pillow. Later. We'll talk later.

Later comes a week later. Rook would leave early and come home late, so we keep missing each other. I think he's avoiding me. Great, I can't even kiss right. For me it was mind blowing and for him I bet it was just meh. Brad was right. I am defective. It's Friday night so I figure Rook will be at the club so another late night by myself. Edith had already left for the day. She and I did have dinner together. She is a fountain of information. Telling me some of Rook's habits, good and bad. Also how he has NEVER brought a girl here. She may have hinted how happy he looks since I've been here. That puts a smile on my face.

Should I go to the club and hang out with the girls? No, that will look like I'm desperate and looking for him. He could be with another girl. Nope, not going down that rabbit hole. Instead, I sit on the sofa with a bowl of popcorn and turn on Netflix to watch a rom com to make me feel better.