“There’s nothing casual about us baby.” I nibble on her fingers before pulling away from her with a playful groan. “Hold on, so you’re saying this whole time, you’ve been pretending to be overcome with pregnancy hormones just to get into bed with me?”
She rolls her eyes with a laugh. “Yes, yes okay? Now, can we please get to the fucking part.”
I gasp. “Rosie Taylor, who are you right now?”
I swallow her laugh on my tongue as I grind my hips into hers. I love the way her eyes flutter at the friction and I let out a low growl as I eat up her sigh.
“Fuck me now please,” she whimpers.
Jesus.
“You got it, pretty girl.”
19
ROSIE
The kitchen is a disaster,my life just blew up in front of my face and I didn’t get to eat my risotto. But all I care about is the man in front of me and the desperate urge to feel him inside me.
I lick into his lips with abandon. It’s messy and unrestrained and I can’t help myself. I want to taste all of him, feel all of him.
His warm hands explore my skin, curving around my backside and tugging me closer to him as if I can mold myself to his body.
His erection presses between my thighs and my eyes nearly roll back, the countertop beneath us as dangerous as a balcony at the edge of a garden.
My glasses bump against his nose and he huffs a laugh against my mouth. He pulls back just enough to gently peel them off my nose and place them carefully to the side. I blink as my eyes readjust and I take in his face. It’s like looking at him in focus, the kitchen a blur behind him. It’s just him and me. His eyes burn into mine as I brush my hand through the hair falling in front of his face.
The moment he stood up for me, defended me without me even having to ask, the thin control I was holding on my feelings for this man snapped like an elastic band. We’re not just friends, we haven’t been for a while, we’re so much more than that. Iwantto be more than that.
With a low growl he claims me again, slanting his mouth over mine and stealing my breath. I can’t help the moan that escapes as he presses his lips to mine, widening my mouth as his wicked tongue takes whatever I can give.
I shift just enough to free his shirt from his belt, tugging it up and off his chest.
I take a shaky breath as my hands trace his chest. Solid and strong, I slide my hands along his tight stomach, curling my fingers through the hair on his chest. I’ve seen him enough to have memorized his shape, every tattoo and muscle covering his chest and arms, but it feels different now. It’s more.
“You’re killing me baby,” he groans. “But I want to fuck you in your bed. I want to take my time with you, worship you, wake up with you in my arms. Can I do that, Rosie? Please?”
I think I say yes, or at least nod my head. Whatever I say is lost as I wrap my legs around his waist. My stomach swoops as he carries me out of the kitchen.
“I’m too heavy,” I mumble against his lips, but his arms don’t even shake beneath me as he effortlessly holds my weight.
“Never,” Jackson promises as he nudges open the bedroom door. “If there comes a day I can’t carry you, I need to get back in the gym.” He gently lowers me onto the bed, controlling the movement, and I nearly swoon. “Or because I’m too old and my back doesn’t work the same anymore.”
I giggle against his lips. “You won’t want to have sex with me when we’re both old.”
“Baby, I’ll be desperate to fuck you every day for the rest of my life.”
I bite my lip at the rush his words shoot through me. I never would have imagined this man would be here, saying these words to me.
He helps me wiggle my jeans off before he lowers himself between the cradle of my thighs and all I can concentrate on is him.
I trace my hands down his chest until his erection is in my hand, thick and hot and heavy.
“I need you inside me,” I say as I stroke him, directing him between my thighs.
He buries his head in my neck with a groan and my pulse flutters under his lips.
His fingers find my clit and I’m almost embarrassed at the sound of my wetness.
