Total pages in book: 24
Estimated words: 22700 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 114(@200wpm)___ 91(@250wpm)___ 76(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 22700 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 114(@200wpm)___ 91(@250wpm)___ 76(@300wpm)
I taste honey and mint as I press my tongue into her mouth, slip my hand around her waist, and pull her to me. The way she kisses me back just confirms her inexperience. She’s hungry, starving for it, but she needs to be taught how to please a man. And that’s perfect. After all, wasn’t she asking me before what men want from a woman?
I’ll educate her. I’ll make her mine, and when I’m done with her, she’ll know exactly what I want and how to give it to me–
I break away. Her lips are swollen, and we’re both panting heavily. “Tell me to stop,” I whisper. Her eyes bloom like flowers as she looks up at me and shakes her head.
“Cassandra, you have to tell me to stop. I can’t do it on my own.”
“I don’t want you to stop,” she whimpers, stroking the side of my face with her soft hand. “I don’t want you to leave. I want to learn what a man wants, and I want you to teach me.”
My cock twitches beneath my pants. I’m losing all control. Right in the middle of the day, in the parking lot of her fiancé’s estate, and I’m seconds away from bending her over the tailgate of my truck, popping her sweet little cherry, and making her mine.
“You don’t know what you’re getting into, Cassandra,” I tell her. “If I teach you, it won’t be like my tennis lessons. I won’t be able to take things slow with you. There won’t be any beginner lessons. We’ll jump right into the advanced classes.”
Her lips twist into the most adorable smile, causing my hard-on to ache, desperate to be inside her.
“I trust you,” she says softly. “Rhett, I–”
A flash of movement over her shoulder causes me to jump back. Clarisse emerges from around the corner, her arms full of laundry. My heart nearly explodes as she smiles and tilts her head in acknowledgement.
I wave casually and step sideways, trying not to be overly obvious that I’m putting space between me and Cassandra.
“Thought you missed your lesson today!” she shouts.
I force a wide smile and shake my head. “No lesson today. Just picking up a check!” I wave my resignation letter in the air, and she nods back.
“Keep making those big bucks!”
All I can do is smile and nod as she makes her way across the lot. I turn my eyes to Cassandra, who is doing her best to look innocent. She’s smiling, clearly trying not to laugh.
“I have to go,” I tell her.
“Rhett, wait–”
“I’ll be back,” I reply, pulling my hand away as she reaches for it. “But we have to be very careful. Understand?” She nods. Christ, she’s gorgeous. I’m going to be jerking off to her all damn night.
I step back from her, and it physically hurts. It’s like my bones are snapping, one by one, as I make my way to my truck.
“Will you actually be back?” she asks, looking at me with doe-eyes. “Or are you just saying that like yesterday?”
“I will,” I tell her. “I promise.”
She nods slowly as I climb in the driver’s side and start the engine. I shift into gear immediately, knowing if I give myself a moment to change my mind, I will. I’ll stay and I’ll do something that will ruin both of our lives.
“I will wait for you,” she says. “Just don’t vanish on me again.”
“I won’t,” I tell her. “Never again.”
5
CASSANDRA
I skip breakfast. I skip lunch. I haven’t been able to think about anything all day.
Anything other than Rhett.
I sit at on the edge of my velvet window seat, one leg hanging lazily off. I’m still wearing the silk white nightgown I slept in as I gaze out the window at the misty day, arms crossed over my chest. I can’t decide if I am cold or hot. The weather is chilly, but my heart has been pounding all day, driving a warmth through my body.
That’s all Rhett’s fault too.
He kissed me.
He kissed me like I belonged to him. Like he couldn’t breathe without me. He leaned in, nearly hypnotizing me with that gorgeous face, and grabbed me like I was delicate and dangerous all at the same time. And his lips confirmed to me what I already thought I knew: that he wants me just as much as I want him. Maybe even more.
And then he pushed me away, all because Clarisse showed up and ruined everything. What would have happened if she hadn’t? I can’t even imagine.
When I touched his face, told him that I wanted to learn, he looked back at me like he was afraid of me. If he hadn’t gripped me so hard, would he have been shaking?
He told me he’d be back today.
He wasn’t.
I stare out the window at the empty garden paths, the manicured lawn and shrubbery, the cold white gravel path leading to the tennis court, and I want to scream. It hasn’t even been a full day without him, but I’m feeling such pain, it’s like he never existed. Like he was just some character from one of my books that I dreamt up.