All air whooshed from my lungs, leaving me winded, so when I stared up into Rosie’s face, I just lay there with my mouth opening and closing like a goldfish while she stared down at me wild-eyed.
“What the fuck do you think you’re doing?” she screeched from her position astride me. “I thought you were a burglar!”
I tried to suck in a breath so I could speak, but my chest was still in seizure mode. However, what wasn’t in seizure mode was my cock, which turned stiffer than a recruit on his first day of training.
“Wait!” she exclaimed. “How did you even get in?”
Finally, my lungs filled with air, which allowed me to rasp, “Broke in.”
Her eyes went wide, then flared with temper as she shrieked, “You broke in?”
My mouth stretched into a wide grin,
“You broke in,” she repeated, her eyes going from wide open to tiny slits. “Just like that, you broke in.” She sat up and thrust her long, flowing hair back from her face in frustration. The movement pushed her big, round titties out until they strained against the thin material of her strappy nightie, and I could see the outline of her hard nipples trying to punch through.
My mouth began to water, and without a thought, I grabbed Rosie’s waist with both hands, twisted her body, and tossed her onto her back. Then I threw my leg across her hips, and suddenly it was me on top of her, and I had her pinned exactly where I wanted her.
Completely at my mercy.
CHAPTER 17
ROSIE
Istared up into Donovan O’Shea’s beautiful, hooded, bright blue eyes, wondering how the hell I got here, especially when twenty minutes before I’d been screaming at him to fuck off.
The fact was, the shit that had been thrown at us from all sides over the past few weeks had finally hit the target, and I’d had enough. Donovan saying I was a lot was just the straw that broke the camel’s back. I was a lot, I knew it, but I liked being a lot. A lot was exciting, interesting, and you never knew what you were going to get with a lot.
I always thought Donovan was a lot, too, which madehimexciting and interesting, and I loved the fact that he was unpredictable. But lately, he’d been a shell of the guy I used to know, and I hated it because over time I’d become the same way.
Everyone said I was kind and generous, and I was, but I was also mouthy, loud, and when you pissed me off, hell on wheels. I’d been suppressing that side of myself so as not to scare him away, but that wasn’t me, and I was sick of pretending it was. I was a mama bear who cussed her ex out for upsetting my baby girl. My laugh was loud, and my heart was big. I visited Tristan’s salon to get eyelash extensions, and every year had a little bit ofsomething injected into my lips. I had an abundance of tits and ass and wasn’t scared to show skin.
Itwasa lot.
Iwas a lot.
And I loved that about me.
But lately, I hadn’t been a lot, even though Donovan had accused me of being so. On the contrary, I wasn’t enough, and if he thought that was too much, he was in for a rude awakening because he was about to see the real me, no holds barred.
I lifted my head off the floor and hissed in his face, “You’re an asshole.”
He lowered his head, his eyes heating, and said, “I know. I’m sorry. You’re not too much; you’re magnificent. Love everything you are, Rosie. I love your soft; I love your edges. Love the way you love, and I love the way you hate. You run so hot you’re scalding, but you’re also the coolest fucking chick in existence. One day you’re my angel, then I fuck up like I did tonight and you turn into a devil woman, and it’s making my cock weep for you.”
I held my breath as he trailed his index finger from my belly, up between my breasts. His eyes glittered with something wild and feral, and my pussy tingled so hard that I had to bite back my moan.
“This new?” he asked, nodding down at my nightie.
“Yeah,” I breathed.
He quirked his eyebrow and gave me The Smirk.
“Oops,” he muttered, and then he grabbed the neckline of my nightie with both hands and, with a growl, ripped it all the way down the middle.
My hands automatically went to cover my naked breasts.
“Nu-huh,” Donovan muttered, wrenching my hands away until they were pinned on either side of my head. “Don’t hide perfection. You think I don’t remember how stunning your bodyis? You think I haven’t dreamed about these tits every night for the last three years?” He lowered his head and gave one nipple an open-mouthed wet kiss before moving to the other side to lap at the other one like he was licking an ice cream.
His lips went higher, latching onto the smooth skin on my neck, just under my ear. My pussy throbbed with want, and I let out a low moan at the way my body seemed to set alight just because he was touching me.
