Stealing Rose (The Fowler Sisters #2)(28)
It almost infuriates me, because I feel just as suckered as they are.
“Thank you for your help,” she murmurs just as I come up behind her. She turns, stopping short when she finds me standing in front of her, and that cute scowl is back. Her eyes narrow and her mouth forms into a little sneer. “Not you again.”
“I wanted to return these to you,” I say solemnly as I thrust the bag toward her, the lingerie store’s name blatant on the side. The hotel employees are doing their best to act uninterested, but they’re watching us. I can feel their gazes, sense their curiosity.
The scowl vanishes and is now replaced with faint embarrassment. “Um, thanks,” she says, her voice soft as she takes the bag from me. Our fingers brush, and the heat that shoots through me at her touch makes my knees f*cking weak. It’s not just electric. It’s magnetic. Like we’re drawn to each other despite everything else. We can’t fight it.
I don’t want to fight it.
Rose feels it too. I can tell by the way her eyelids waver, the little shuddery breath that escapes her. She’s affected by me.
Good. She affects me, too. I’m tired of wasting time.
“Hey, you want to—” Before I can come up with something to say she’s cutting me off, interrupting me as if she knows what I’m asking her.
“That would be great. Just—let me drop this off in my room first.” She lifts the bag and then starts walking, leaving me no choice but to follow after her.
She doesn’t protest. Doesn’t say a thing, doesn’t send me a look as she stops at the elevator doors and hits the up button. “You really want me to come with you?” I ask, my voice low.
Rose nods, still not looking my way. “Please.”
Triumph surges through me when the elevator doors slide open and I follow her inside, waiting until those doors slide shut. I turn and grab hold of her by the waist, the shopping bag falling to the floor as she wraps her arms around my neck and tilts her head back, ready for my kiss.
But I don’t give it to her. Not yet.
Instead I touch her face, skim my fingers down her cheek, along her jaw. Her eyelids flutter and she exhales shakily. “You followed me,” she whispers. “Again.”
“I did.” There’s no point in denying it. “I can’t stay away from you.”
“My own personal stalker.”
“I wouldn’t call what I’m doing stalking.” I touch her lips, the soft plumpness sending a surge of heat straight to my cock. I want those lips wrapped tight around my dick. Whitney offered me a blow job last night when we came home from the pub, but I turned her down. After walking away from Rose with aching blue balls, I still didn’t want one. At least, I didn’t want one from Whit.
The only person who could have given me satisfaction is this woman right here, in my arms.
“What would you call it, then?” she asks. I’m tracing her perfectly shaped mouth, my finger getting caught between her lips, and I can feel the damp heat of her tongue.
Fuck.
“Hot pursuit.” I slide my finger deeper into her mouth and she accepts it, circling it with her tongue. “Show me what you can do.” My voice drops about ten octaves with my request.
She furrows her eyebrows and pulls my finger out of her mouth. “Show you what I can do with what?”
“Pretend it’s my cock in your mouth,” I whisper. “Show me what you would do.”
Her eyes darken, honey gold and electrifying as she grabs hold of my wrist and draws my entire finger into her mouth, right to the base. She holds it there, her gaze never leaving mine, her tongue sliding over my skin, her entire mouth sucking and then she’s withdrawing, dragging her tongue along the side of my finger before she gets to the tip and sucks just that part back into her mouth.
“Jesus,” I mutter, my skin tight and hot, my cock straining. She smiles and I trace that pretty smile with my damp finger, her hand dropping away from my wrist at the exact time the elevator comes to a stop and the doors slide open.
“Come on,” she says, and I grab the bag from the floor before I follow after her, my blood pumping, my head spinning. Everything inside of me is a jangling, out-of-control mess, clamoring to get at her and strip her clothes off, feast on her naked flesh, sink deep inside her hot, wet body and lose myself. Forget about the world.
At least for a little while before I get back to business and grab that damn necklace.
Rose tries to open the door with shaky fingers, shoving the key card in again and again, but the light flashes yellow every time, making her curse. I gently push her out of the way and pull the key out of the slot, then shove it back in slowly.
The light turns green.
“Slow and easy, baby.” Flashing her a triumphant smile, I open the door and take her hand, pulling her inside. The bag goes flying onto a nearby table, the key card dropped onto the floor as I grab hold of Rose by her slender waist and pull her in to me, our chests meeting, legs tangling. We eye each other, breaths mingling, hearts thumping in time. Adrenaline pours through me as I cup her face with one hand and take her lips with mine.
I consume her and she consumes me right back, our mouths wide, our tongues dancing. She slides her leg up, close to my hip, and it’s like she’s trying to climb me. I break the kiss first and she nips at my chin, the sting of her sharp teeth making me wince.