Stealing Rose (The Fowler Sisters #2)(61)

Bending my knees, I rain kisses across her chest, the tops of her breasts. She tilts her head back, her eyes closing as she reaches for my head, but I duck away from her hands, dropping to my knees once again where I scent her arousal, heady and sweet. She gazes down at me, the beautiful agony etched across her face making my cock jerk in my jeans, and I reach between her legs, drifting my fingers gently across her mound.

She jerks against my touch, a whimper escaping her, and I smile. Just as I predicted, the thin fabric of her panties is damp, and I sneak the tip of my finger beneath, teasing her * with a quick flick before I pull back out.

“You’re mean,” she accuses, though there’s no anger in her tone.

“You f*cking love it,” I return, knowing I speak the truth. “You look at me and get wet.”

“Arrogant much?” she asks, and I chuckle.

“Just stating the truth. Considering every time I look at you I get hard, I figure your body is having a similar reaction.” I press my mouth to her * and kiss her there, breathing deep her scent, my hands coming up to grip the thin band that rests on her hips. Leaning back, I tug the panties down, torturing her, torturing myself as I slowly pull them down her thighs, going past her knees until she’s lifting one foot, then the other before she kicks them off.

Leaving herself bare.

“Take off the shoes,” I demand, and she steps out of them, pushing them away with two quick kicks. Her * is even closer to my face and I glance up to find her watching me, her eyes wide, her cheeks flushed, her hair falling around her face.

She looks beautiful. Aroused.

She looks like mine.

Resting my hands on her ass, I pull her in and she takes a step closer. “Spread your legs,” I mutter against her thigh and she does, offering me a heart-stopping view of her glistening pink depths. I lick her there, one long swoop across her folds with my tongue flat, and she shudders, my name falling from her lips.

“You like that?” I ask, not needing to hear her answer. I know she likes it. She loves it when I go down on her and I love going down on her, so it’s a win-win for us both.

Like when she sucks my cock. I know she enjoys it. Hell, one time she gave me a blow job while grinding her * on my upper thigh the entire time, coming all over my leg just as I was spurting inside her mouth.

Talk about hot. The woman is insatiable.

I lick and tease, flick my tongue against her clit, thrust it inside of her, my hands gripping her ass and keeping her steady. She settles her hands in my hair, her little moans and whimpers driving me on, and then she’s pulling my hair, begging me to stop.

That’s not a normal request. Pulling away, I gaze up at her. “You want me to stop?”

She nods furiously, her hair spilling everywhere. “I want you inside of me,” she whispers.

I’m down with that. Standing to my full height, I strip off my clothes in a hurry, watching as she removes her bra and goes to the bed, pulling back the comforter so it falls on the floor. She crawls onto the mattress, her body gleaming with a light sheen of sweat, her breasts jiggling as she falls on her back in the center of the bed.

Bending at the knee, she plants her foot on the mattress, her thighs spread, the look on her face pure temptation. “Going to join me?”

I say nothing, just go to her like a man caught in her spell—and I am a man caught in her spell. She pulls me down on top of her, her mouth meeting mine in a hot, wet kiss that I drown in.

Her legs hook around my hips and she anchors herself to me, her * nestled close to my cock. She’s wet and slippery and I thrust against her once. Twice. Slip just the head of my cock in, and the heat radiating from within her body feels incredible.

“Oh, God,” she chokes out as I slip a little deeper inside, the breath leaving my lungs in one harsh gust when I feel the velvety hot clasp of her inner walls tighten around my cock. No barriers, just flesh on flesh, and I realize my mistake as I thrust deep, filling her completely.

“Fuck, Ro, you feel so damn good.” I remain unmoving inside her body, my cock pulsing, her * twitching. “I forgot the condom.”

She goes still, her hands resting on my chest and giving me a little shove. It changes the angle, sending me deeper, and then she’s clutching my shoulders, moaning as she arches against me, and it feels like my cock is touching her womb, I’m so deep. “I’m … clean,” she gasps.

Bracing my hands on either side of her head, I stare down at her, watching as she writhes against me, working herself on my cock, her eyes closed, her head thrown back. “I’m clean too,” I whisper. “But are you … good? Like on the pill or … whatever?” Could I sound more like an * teen making sure the girl I’m f*cking in the backseat of my car isn’t going to get knocked up?

Rose opens her eyes, a little smile curving her lips. “I’m fine. My period should be here any day now.”

Uh-huh. Isn’t that what they all say? Not that I’ve ever had personal experience with this sort of situation, but …

“I’ll pull out,” I reassure her, loving the way she feels, my entire body tense and ready to f*ck. All I want to do is take her. Ram myself inside of her body again and again and fill her with my come, which has got to be some weird, primal, instinctual thing. I don’t know. I’ve never had these sorts of thoughts.