Stealing Rose (The Fowler Sisters #2)(32)

“You’re watching me do this to you in the mirror, aren’t you?” he asks.

I nod and return my attention to the mirror, letting my gaze drift so I can take in his long body stretched out beyond me. His cock is full and thick—hard to believe I had that thing in my mouth only minutes ago, coming so much I’m downright thankful he didn’t want me to swallow—and his erection brushes against my ass. I reach behind me and touch him, my fingers sliding down his length, making him groan against my *, and the vibrations his deep voice makes against my skin is unbelievably delicious.

I keep my fingers wrapped around him and stroke him slowly just as he returns his attention to my clit. I watch in the mirror, the way I move my hips as I ride his face, the fumbling grasp I have on his thick cock, the way my breasts bounce when I toss my head back, my hair falling down my back and tickling my skin.

Again, it’s sensory overload. It smells like sex in the room. Sex mixed with the scent of my body lotion and the scent of Caden, spicy male and clean with just the faintest hint of sweat. I release my hold on his cock and rest my hand between my legs, gathering the wetness there, lightly touching the side of Caden’s face for a brief moment before I return my slicked fingers back to his cock and continue stroking.

“Holy shit,” he mutters against my * and I go still, my breath catching, my chest heaving just as his tongue flicks my clit, sending me right over that hanging edge. I release my hold on him and practically collapse on his face, leaning forward so both of my hands are resting on the mattress.

My entire body shudders as I rock against his face, his fingers, his tongue. He encourages me with filthy words, things I’ve never had a man say to me while having sex. Urging me on to f*ck his face, come on his lips, all sorts of wicked things that seem to somehow string my orgasm even further along, until I feel like I’m coming completely undone.

I finally collapse, rolling over so I don’t fall upon him, lying there on the mattress as I stare up at the ceiling, my chest heaving, my heart beating so hard I swear it’s going to break through bone and flesh and fly right out of me. Closing my eyes, I rest my forearm across them, wiping at the sweat that trickles on my forehead.

The mattress shifts again; I can feel Caden hovering above me, but I don’t drop my arm. Not yet. I need the protection, the block to keep me separated from him for just a few moments longer. He touches me, drifting his fingers across my breasts, down my belly and back up, circling first one nipple, then the other. A shiver steals through me and I try to roll away from him, but he stops me with a firm hand on my hip.

“Watching you come is the single most fascinating thing I think I’ve ever witnessed,” he murmurs, his gravelly, deep voice full of warm approval.

I slowly drop my arm from my face and meet his gaze, ready for the embarrassment, the shame to sweep over me and swallow me whole. I can’t believe we just did that. Can’t believe he just said those things to me, did those things to me, and how much I liked it.

But the embarrassment and the shame don’t come. He bends over me, his hair tumbling across his forehead and brushing mine when he kisses me, his lips full and soft and so incredibly sweet. I say nothing. It’s as if all cognitive thought has flown from my brain and my vocabulary is down to nothing. And when he lifts away from me, his brows are furrowed, there’s a little line between them, and his beautiful mouth is turned down.

“Are you alive?” He waves his hand in front of my face and then holds it in front of my mouth. “You’re breathing. I can feel it. Maybe I just put you into shock with that earth-shattering orgasm?”

God. Not only is he gorgeous and sexy and amazingly talented with his mouth and fingers, he’s also funny. I try my best to withhold the smile that wants to break free, but it’s no use. The minute he sees it, he grins in return and his hands go to my sides, tickling me.

My weakness. I try to roll away from him again but he’s not having it. He attacks my belly and my sides with his wriggling fingers, his big body moving to sprawl across me as he puts his face against my neck.

I’m laughing so much it’s hard to breathe. It doesn’t help that I hadn’t caught my breath from that “earth-shattering” orgasm Caden just gave me, either.

“Rose.” His mouth moves against my neck and I go still. So do his hands. “You all right?”

I circle my arms around his neck and drape them across his shoulders. He moves against me, his hands sliding along my sides, and I spread my legs, allowing him to nestle his hips between them. He lifts up, bracing his hands on either side of my head, his scrutinizing gaze meeting mine, and I don’t look away.

It’s as if I can’t look away. I’m ensnared. Caught. My breath stills in my chest when he slowly, very methodically, thrusts his hips against mine, his cock brushing against my belly. “I haven’t even been inside you yet,” he murmurs, his gaze filled with this strange but thrilling wonder that matches my own twisted emotions.

Plunging my hands into the thick softness of his hair, I pull him down so his mouth is just above mine. “I don’t know if I can stand it, what with that earth-shattering orgasm you just gave me.”

He smiles, I can feel it form against my lips, and the pure, unadulterated joy rising deep within me threatens to send me flying. “Just wait until the next one. I might need to perform CPR to revive you.”