“Granted.”
He grins. “For now, we’ll go slow.”
I lean into him, kissing his jaw. “Are pep talks your thing, cowboy?”
He groans softly. “Keeping you safe, happy”—he squeezes an ass cheek, increasing my eagerness for him—“and coming for me all night .?.?. is my thing.”
Heat floods my core.
Wrapping me up in his arms, he twists us and lays me flat on the bed, leaning in for a soft kiss before pushing up.
I admire him again from this view. All chiseled, lean, muscular. His body is exquisite. A word I never thought I’d use when it came to describing men.
Especiallyoneswithstrengththatcouldoverpowermeinseconds.
My breath hitches at the invasive thought, and he stops. “Rose? What is it?”
I close my eyes for a moment. Reminding myself to not let my thoughts wander.
I use an elbow to push off the bed. “Can I touch you?”
He smirks. “Anywhere you’d like.”
I slide my hands over his hard muscles, arms, chest .?.?. then his abs. And all the while, he doesn’t seem hard. He seems to relax at my touch. Like I’m the relief his hard-working bones need.
He’s not a threat in any way.
He’s not even guarded right now the way he has been.
He’s totally here with me.
By the time I pull my fingers back, he’s both amused and aroused, watching me with that quirked lip and .?.?. lust.
“You trust me?” he asks, as if he knew what this was about for me.
I hook my fingers around his neck and reach up, giving him a kiss for reassurance. “Yes.”
He smiles against my lips, while running his fingers along my panties. “Good. Because I’d like to take these off now, beautiful.”
I lie back to let him, lifting my hips off the soft sheets.
“Good girl.”
My stomach flips at the praise. At the way he watches me as he slides down my soaked panties. He bends my knees and tugs me to the edge of the bed, making me gasp.
I’m a hot ball of nerves when I see him drop to his knees, his face hovering above my center.
He meets my eyes, kissing the inside of my thigh, and I think I hear him shushing me, which only makes me pool hotter between my legs.
“I’ve wanted to taste you for longer than I’ll ever admit, darlin’. But if you don’t want me to, say it.”
“Wilder,” I breathe.
He rises, hovering over my body on the bed, his fingers slicing between my folds. “Yeah, beautiful?”
I writhe under his strokes, panting as I tell him, “Nothing is .?.?. off-limits. I want .?.?. you. Longer than .?.?. I’ll ever admit.”
He watches me for a moment, and I can only imagine what he’s thinking. But whatever it is, it doesn’t slow him down. He pushes two fingers inside me, making me lift off the bed for more.
