She did as she was told. My hands caught on something lacy wrapped around her thigh. It was the garter, and I took it off with my teeth.
Leaning in closer, pressing a kiss against her inner thigh, I continued to explore her body. I wanted to memorize every curve so I could relive this moment whenever I wanted—which would be all the time.
I lowered my head between her thighs, and she ran her fingers through my hair.
It was as if my body moved on autopilot whenever Rosalie was nearby. It knew exactly what to do when she was in front of me.
Her breathing quickened, and her hands found a grip on my forearms. She dug her long nails into my skin—deep enough to leave a few marks. She was holding on, but just barely. I could feel the tension in her body fighting to escape.
I lacked patience too, especially now. I wanted to be inside of her already. When it came to Rosalie, I had no control.
Her hands slipped around my neck, pulling me down to her, her lips finding mine in a kiss that was slow, unhurried, but filled with all the urgency we’d both been holding back.
Her hands reached for my belt and undid it. I moved carefully, lining myself up with her, and gave her a moment to adjust. Her breaths quickened, her fingers digging into my shoulders, anchoring us together. Once I felt her relax, I pressed deeper, finally losing myself in the heat of her.
Her soft moans were muffled against the pillow, her body arcing beneath me. I buried my face in her neck, breathing her in.
I glided my thumb over her clit, applying gentle pressure in circular motions. I pushed her legs closed to apply pressure, and she held onto my hand tightly.
“I know, baby. I know. Let it out.”
As if she were waiting for my approval, she came on my dick. It wasn’t quick either. I felt her pulsating for longer than she had before. I thrust into her once more, my pace quickening until I’d spilled inside of her.
With my arms caging her against the bed, I scooped her into one arm and moved her on top of me, so her chest was pressed against mine.
My hand moved to her inner thigh, where I could feel myself dripping out of her.
I kissed the top of her head, letting her hair tickle my lips. The warmth of her body against mine was comforting in a way I couldn’t describe. It was as if I needed her against me.
Her breathing was steady now, her earlier moans replaced with soft, contented sighs. Rosalie shifted slightly and traced her fingers in lazy patterns against my chest. We stayed like that for a while. There was no need for words, and no rush to move or break away from one another.
Finally, I shifted, brushing a stray strand of hair away from her face. “Let me clean you up. Come shower with me,” I said, and she nodded sleepily.
She got up before me and strutted her way to the bathroom. I leaned back against the pillows, letting a smile tug at my lips as I admired how good she looked from the back.
Then I followed her into the bathroom to admire her some more.
CHAPTER 53
MAX
The doctor assured us Sean would be fine after some stitches and a lot of rest. Rosalie didn’t like leaving his side, but she knew he’d be out cold for a while and needed a few days to recover.
Liam was gone, but I knew it was just a matter of when until something else happened, which was exactly why I was sitting in the old booth at the retro diner waiting for Mikhail and Giovanni, just like I had before.
Finally, the door creaked open, and Mikhail strolled in, wearing his usual stale expression as he slid into the booth. “Let’s get this over with,” he greeted, pouring coffee into his cup.
The diner was quiet this early in the morning, the clatter of dishes and the hum of the coffee machine the only sounds filling the space between us.
“Don’t you look chipper?” He didn’t. He looked like he’d gone through ten rounds with the devil himself. Dark circles under his eyes and everything.
He took a sip of coffee, his eyes narrowing on me. “Time change,” he grunted. “I was in Russia with Sloane.”
Before I could respond, the door opened again, and this time Giovanni walked in. He had Mira strapped to his chest, as usual.He made his way over to the booth and slid into the space next to Mikhail, who immediately shifted uncomfortably to give him more room.
“Morning,” Giovanni grunted, his voice as rough as sandpaper.
“Morning,” I replied, nodding to Mira, who was starting to stir in her carrier. “She’s getting bigger.”
