Part 10 (2/2)

I close my eyes, little white sparks lighting off behind my lids at the way he's working me on his c.o.c.k, lifting me as if I weigh nothing. I lean my head back, lost in the sensation, the rhythm of our bodies working together, his fingers finding my c.l.i.t and stroking the little bundle of nerves, sending more of those hot sparks through my veins, across my skin. I feel like I'm chasing after my o.r.g.a.s.m as I begin to move faster, riding him harder, sending him deeper.

He grabs hold of me and rolls over as if he can't stand it any longer. I'm pinned to the mattress, imprisoned by his body as he powers his c.o.c.k inside of me, again and again, and I can do nothing but take it. Enjoy it. Lying there helpless, I wrap my legs around his hips, anchoring myself to him as he reaches between us and strokes me, the creamy sound of my p.u.s.s.y making us both moan.

”I couldn't wait.” He presses his face to my cheek, his mouth at my ear as he begins to f.u.c.k me hard. ”I had to get you beneath me so I could f.u.c.k you properly.”

Caden can f.u.c.k me any way he wants as long as I'm coming. And it's close. So close. I arch against him, closing my eyes, everything within me going perfectly still, perfectly quiet, as I reach and reach and finally claim my prize.

The o.r.g.a.s.m steals over me, robbing me of my breath, of my thoughts, of everything and anything until he's the only thing I can focus on. I open my eyes to find him watching me, his gaze hungry as he leans in and kisses me, his mouth opening on a groan as his own o.r.g.a.s.m takes over his body, leaving him a shuddering, gasping ma.s.s of flesh before he collapses on top of me, pressing me even deeper into the mattress.

I hold him close, clinging to him, our sweaty bodies sticking to each other. I'm thrilled at what we just shared. And horrified.

Definitely horrified.

Chapter Ten.

Caden

I'm still on an o.r.g.a.s.mic high, just about to drift off into sleep, when I hear Rose say something. I decide to ignore her since I really didn't hear her anyway, squeezing her shoulders with my arm, pulling her closer to my chest. We're lying next to each other in postcoital bliss, the sheets kicked off and in a pile on the floor, the cool air bathing our heated skin. I feel good. I feel on top of the motherf.u.c.kin' world and nothing is going to get me down. At least not for the next few hours.

”Hey.” Rose pokes my side, making me yelp. d.a.m.n, her finger's sharp. p.r.i.c.king my good vibe like a pin pops a balloon. ”Shouldn't you, um ... be on your way?”

I crack open my eyes and stare at her in disbelief. ”Are you kicking me out?”

She makes a face, one that says, I'm so sorry, but yeah. You gotta go.

Right. She's definitely kicking me out.

”Well, this is awkward,” I say as I let go of her and slide out of bed. She scrambles into a sitting position, yanking the sheet up so it covers her b.r.e.a.s.t.s, and I almost want to laugh. I've seen every inch of her. Explored every inch of her, too, with my fingers and mouth and tongue. She has no reason to hide from me.

”It's just ... it's getting late and I don't know what's going on and ...” Her voice trails off and she shrugs those pretty, slim shoulders, her hair spilling everywhere, sliding against her skin, tempting me to touch her there.

But I resist because what the f.u.c.k, she's kicking me out. No woman kicks me out. They're always begging me to stay and I'm the one shoving them off, desperate to escape.

I didn't even get a chance to search her suite for the necklace. I'm failing on all sides here. I need to play this off and see if I can get back in her good graces.

Were you ever in her good graces?

That's probably a no.

”You're cute when you're fl.u.s.tered,” I tell her, pleased when I see her cheeks turn pink. ”And that you can blush after everything that's happened between us ...”

”Yeah, that.” She points her finger at me, the sheet dropping to reveal her b.r.e.a.s.t.s. My gaze falls there, staring at them, the rosy nipples that match her name. Everything about her is pink and rose, creamy and sweet and so f.u.c.king tempting. ”Your mouth makes me crazy.”

”In a good way or a bad way?” I thought she liked my mouth. She definitely didn't protest when I had it between her legs. Or pressed to her lush lips. Or wrapped around her nipples.

”In a bad way.” She glances down at herself and pulls the sheet up again, ruining my view. ”Besides, we've run out of condoms.”

Like that would stop me. ”I bet if I called the concierge he'd get us more.” I stride toward the phone sitting on the bedside table, reaching for the receiver, but she slaps her hand over it first, stopping my progress.

”You will absolutely not call them,” she says, her voice low, the sheet forgotten again, much to my pleasure.

”Why not?”

”Then they'll know what we're doing.” Her cheeks turn even brighter pink and I chuckle, curling my hand upward into hers so our fingers interlock.

”We're consenting adults, Ro. If we want to get naked and f.u.c.k for hours in a hotel room on a Sat.u.r.day afternoon, then that's our G.o.d-given right.”

”Ro? No one's called me that before.” She disentangles her fingers from mine, scooting away from me until she's sitting in the middle of the bed, the sheet still puddled around her lap, offering me that stellar view. I could stare at her chest all day. Now I get why artists are compelled to paint nudes of beautiful women. I've never painted in my life, but I'd love to capture Rose in this exact moment on canvas. ”And please don't bring G.o.d into this conversation,” she says weakly.

I sit on the edge of the mattress, not about to give up. I need to get closer to her and eventually get closer to that d.a.m.n necklace she wore. Dexter wants it. He's been hounding my a.s.s for it. And I'll get it.

Eventually.

I'd rather focus on her first. Earn her trust. So I'm not casing out her hotel room. I'm not looking for any stray jewelry lying around.

h.e.l.l, I'm in too deep now.

I'm here with Rose because I want to be, not because I want to steal something from her.

Yet. Don't forget the ”yet” part at the end of that last thought.

Yeah. Who wants to focus on trying to steal a necklace when I could be sliding back into bed with her? I want to feel the hot, tight clasp of her p.u.s.s.y milking my c.o.c.k again. I want to feel her touch me, feel her lips on my skin, hear her moan when I hit a spot that feels particularly good. I want to learn all of those spots, memorize them for later. Because there will be a later for Rose and me. I plan on that. And she'd better plan on it too, no matter how much in denial she is.

”Rose.” She turns to look at me, her expression wary. Guarded. I know the feeling. More than anything, I know that look. I've been wearing the same guarded expression pretty much all my life. I trust no one. They're all out to screw me over; it doesn't matter who they are. I've become so good at playing the part, of being whoever I need to be at any given moment, I have no idea who the real me is anymore.

Being with Rose is the closest I've felt to myself since I don't know when. I want to explore this. Explore what we share, what she makes me feel, what we are when we're together.

She's ready to kick me out and I'm ready to cling. Talk about a total role reversal. I need to get my head back on straight and focus.

”Caden.” She matches my tone, watching me expectantly. When I don't say anything she rolls her eyes. ”Do you realize I don't even know your last name? What does that say about me, that I'd let you into my room and-fool around with you for hours and I don't know your last name? It's appalling behavior.”

”Appalling behavior? You sound like a crabby old school-teacher.” I want to laugh but I don't. She's dead serious. I think she's just shocked herself with what we've done.

I've shocked myself too, but in a good way. While she acts like we've committed the ultimate sin.

”You wouldn't understand.” She averts her head as if it pains her to look at me and I move closer to her, reaching out to tuck a stray strand of hair behind her ear.

”It's Kingsley,” I murmur, wis.h.i.+ng I could kiss her. Comfort her. But that's not happening, not yet. I've got to take it slow.

She turns, a little gasp escaping her when she discovers how close I am. ”What?”

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