She doesn’t let go as I place her on the bed. Then, I reach between her thighs and my fingers come back soaked. Holy fuck, her tsunami is almost upon her. Foreplay will need to wait because when I press on her nub, her head goes back, the muscles in her body shake, and she comes.
I cover her mouth to swallow her orgasmic scream and as I do, I thrust into her quivering folds. Moving in and out, the wild woman under me shudders and arches in a dance both erotic and innocent.
“Open your eyes.” At her command, I lift my lids.
At the sight of her laid out under me, my cock thickens, my balls harden, and my spine tingles. Rising onto her elbows, she unlocks her heels, presses them into the bed, and slams our bases together.
“Oh God. Rose!” I lose my ever-loving mind, instantly addicted.
Chapter 18
Rose
His breath labored, Wheels’ heart pounds in my ear as I rest. Other than the thump-thump, there’s no sign of life and if this is death, I’m all for it.
Head spinning, I float back down to earth and recall the mind-blowing sex. Holy shit, I never knew my body could contort like that.
“Babe?” He stirs when I tease his chest hairs.
“I, umm… Nope, forget it. I got nothing.”
“Ditto.” His chuckle puts me at ease and with neither of us willing to move, we enjoy the post-coital bliss.
That is, until I try to free my toe stuck in his waistband, halfway down his thigh. As we topple off the bed, he puts one leg out and breaks our fall.
“Sorry.” My face heats, not only from my klutziness but from the embarrassment of being naked with a man I barely know.
“Just a sec. I got this.” He loosens his underwear from around my big toe, and as he frees me, our gazes connect.
Inside me, his cock jumps back to life and although we’re clearly incompatible, I can’t imagine not attempting round two. We stare for the longest time with neither of us willing to pull apart. A few minutes later, we simultaneously speak each other’s names and I giggle.
“You first.” Maybehecan make sense of why we combust whenever we’re together.
Sighing, he lays on his back with elbows open and fingers laced behind his head. “I have never, ever experienced anything close to what just happened.”
“Me neither.” Missing his warmth, goosebumps run down my arms. They could also be caused by his flagpole, standing proud right below his navel.
What now? Do we become friends-with-benefits? The adulteress and the bodyguard? It sounds like one of those BDSM novels. I’m more of a cozy romance mystery. A little embarrassed how I’m completely naked and he still has his pants on, I scramble under the covers.
Turning on his side, he lowers the blankets to my waist and kisses a nipple until it pebbles. “You think too much. There’s no point in closing the barn door after the horse got out.”
“Horse? Is that what we’re calling him?” I raise an eyebrow at his erection, and he chuckles then nibbles my ear.
“He’s got a lot of nicknames. Right now, he’s more of an Eager Beaver.”
Laughing, I sink into his next kiss, and we make love so many times, I lose count. My last thought, as I spoon into his warm body, is how he never fully removed his jeans.
I don’t recall falling asleep but when a familiar dream resurfaces, I try to break free. In tonight’s exciting episode, I’m expected to avoid townspeople throwing feces at me but no matter where I hide, they find me. Finally, I end up in a church. Wheels, the minister, steps in front of the congregation, points, and confesses to having sex with me and being the father of my child. Confused, I run out the back door and suddenly am burning at the stake for being a witch.
As the flames consume me, I open my eyes and wait for my heart to stop drumming in my ears. Reaching out my hand, I connect with warm flesh. Is this a dream within a dream? It must be because a gorgeously handsome man rolls onto his side and eyes me.
“Morning, sunshine.” At his sleepy smile, I sigh and for a moment, imagine a lifetime of waking next to this amazing lover.
My hand cups his rough cheek. “Last night was incredible.”
“I want more.” His eyes soften and with his fingers playing with my tangled hair, my clit twitches.
“More sex?”
