The power she holds should scare the hell out of me and it does. Fear is nothing compared to desire. I want more so I lift my ass and let her lower my jeans and boxer-briefs to my thighs.
Her clever tongue slides up and down my primary vein. My head falls back on the bed. As she grips my base and sucks, I hold my breath. I’ve never felt so much pleasure.
Lifting my lids, I’m so lit up, I almost come. Her eyes are closed. Her cheeks are puffed, and the adoration in her face strikes at my heart’s center.
My God, she loves me.How is it possible?
Climbing higher, clinging to control, I have an epiphany of sorts. I can’t imagine her not being in my life. Is that love? Am I falling?
“Oh shit.” I vaguely have a sense of my pants at my ankles but I’m about to explode.
I struggle to stop, but it’s too fucking late. She pumps my base, sucks, and when my tip hits the back of her throat, I lose myself in the most fucking amazing orgasm I ever recall.
She swallows as much of me as possible then looks up, my cum dripping down her chin. As she glances down to wipe it on the sheet, I realize my prosthetic is showing.
It’s too late to cover it, so I wait for her disgust or worse, pity.
Gently, her mouth still wet from my liquids, she kisses down my inner thigh and places more on my knee, just above the plastic socket. As much as I try to find revulsion, there’s none. In fact, as she glances up, her eyes are soft and caring.
“Can I see it?”
Unable to speak. I swallow hard and nod.
Slowly, she pulls my jeans off and stares at the mechanism. “Wow. That’s so cool.”
I lift onto my elbows. This is her response? My chest tightens and my stupid eyes sting. How does she do this to me? How does she break past my carefully guarded defenses and fire up my inner core to the point I can’t imagine my life without her? Hell, we’ve only known each other a few weeks.
I pull her up my body, my cock raring to go and as we make love again, it’s still wild, but something has changed and it’s me.
I’m not the same guy who woke up this morning.
Chapter 22
Rose
Resting my cheek on the pillow, I get lost in the gold flecks of his chocolate eyes. I know, if we end this, I’ll never recover but right now, it doesn’t matter. Wheels is the best thing to ever happen to me.
A sense of protectiveness clouds my thoughts. What if something bad happens to him on this mission? I can’t let it. I won’t. I don’t know what I can do, but there has to be a way I can help.
“Babe, we need to get a move on.” His lips connect with mine and I kiss him back with all my might.
“Please, let me fly with you. I swear I won’t get in the way.”
“Rosie, I can’t be worrying about you and do my job.” He pulls a wayward strand of hair out of my mouth, rolls out of bed, and slips on his jeans.
“Hold on, I need to take this.” Clutching his ringing phone, he walks out the door.
In the hall he grunts and mumbles, then returns with a frown. “Your flight to New York was cancelled. The next isn’t until tomorrow morning.”
My heart leaps and I grin. “So, I’m going with you?”
“Nope. Slate is sending a former ranger, but he won’t arrive until after I’ve gone. Promise me you’ll stay put and won’t open the door for anyone but this guy.” He shoves a picture under my nose and hits send.
“Cross my heart and hope to die.” As I swipe an X over my chest, he sighs, clearly conflicted, so I take his hands in mine. “Wheels. Wesley. We’re in the middle of Vermont. Nothing bad is going to happen in the next thirty minutes.”
“Okay. But if I get to the airport and your bodyguard hasn’t arrived, I’m turning around so you better pick up when I call.”
“Copy that.” My snappy salute makes him laugh as he takes me in a fierce hug and kisses me.
