George was a relationship-type person. He was a hot soup when you’re sick, cuddle you for hours type of guy. And that might sound like a dream to some people. To those who didn’t know what they were letting into their lives. It’s easy to fall into bed with someone and let the endorphins and adrenaline of talking to a stranger blind you. Once the light starts filtering in through the curtains, all the things you thought were sexy and mysterious under the haze of liquor and lust fades.
What I really needed was a long session with my vibrator. A night where I could block everything out and give myself three or four screaming orgasms. That was all I needed.
Could you do that without picturing a six-foot-four hunk of a man who happens to be staring at you?
Fuck. Georgewasstaring at me. Like he could read exactly where my thoughts had gone. I shifted in my seat, feeling my underwear grow uncomfortably wet.
One glance at him, I could see that dark desire on his face. All the air in my lungs seized as I found myself caught in his gaze.
I’d been so distracted for the entire drive that I hadn’t noticed him pulling up outside my flat. Dark eyes fell to my chest and coasted down my body. He let out a pained groan as he pulled his gaze away with effort and hopped out of thecar. The seconds it took him to round the car to my door gave me a much-needed breather.
Get your shit under control, Rosie. He’s a man. Just a man. Nothing special.
Something about that sentence didn’t feel right. The words rattled around my head, ill-fitting to the man currently clouding my judgement with his masculinity.
George opened my door and held out his calloused hand.
Long fingers curled around mine, not giving me a chance to avoid his touch, and helped me out of the car. The icy wind didn’t even register, the flickering street lights above us casting a shadow over the lines of his face.
He didn’t back up when I got out of the car. He closed the door and pressed my body against the cold metal. Two hands came to rest on my hips. The move had my lips parting with a surprised exhale.
‘What are you doing?’And can you never stop?I asked, ignoring the latter, unhelpful thought. That was Horny Rosie talking, and she had a habit of letting her vagina speak for her. Not tonight. I needed to keep my head and not let myself tumble into this man.
A hard task when he made my body practically vibrate with need.
‘I think a better question is, why did you keep shifting so much on the drive?’ His face dipped down to whisper in my ear. One arm reached up, resting on the top of the car, as the other dug into my waist, keeping me gloriously pinned between the car door and his huge body. He shielded me from the wind, cocooning me in his warmth.
‘I, uh…’Think, Rosie. Make something up. Anything that isn’t the truth. Because that line of conversation ended with us in my flat, barely making it through the front door before we had each other naked. ‘I was?—’
He pulled back to look me in the eye and pressed a fingerto my lips. ‘That was a rhetorical question, sweetheart. I know why you couldn’t sit still.’ The soft bristles of his beard brushed my cheek as he sealed a whisper-soft kiss to my cheek, trailing his lips to my ear. The feel of his beard had my head tilting back, eyes fluttering closed. ‘Just like I know your pussy is soaking wet right now.’
‘Fuck.’The straight-laced, stoic version of George he presented to the world slowly melted away. Leaving behind a dirty-mouthed, passionate man who could have a girl coming using just his words.
His hand on my waist slipped down to my butt, molding the shape of it to his grip.
‘Tell me I’m wrong.’ The blatant challenge evident in his tone.
If there was one thing I never backed away from, it was a challenge. That unfortunate character trait was the reason I was even in this position in the first place. I took a deep breath to clear some of the fog from my brain. ‘Y-you’re wrong.’
A sly grin curled at his lips. Yeah, that hadn’t sounded the least bit convincing.
‘What are you going to do when you get upstairs, Rosie?’ His eyes traced my lips, a hint of desperation showing through the lust, as if he wanted this almost as much as I did.
‘Is that a trick question?’ I arched a brow, meeting his challenge.
‘No. I want to hear it.’ His voice was pure gravel at this point.
Not willing to give up control that easily, I pressed my body against his. Chest to chest, close enough that I heard his tiny, sharp intake of breath. Lifting a finger to his neck, he was so bloody tall that I couldn’t reach the shell of his ear. I let my nail drag down the exposed skin of his collar. ‘I’m going to go to bed,’ I murmured. ‘Take this dress off and mysoakedunderwear…’He growled and never had a sound made me feel more powerful. ‘And…’ He leaned forward, hanging on my words. ‘Sleep.’
I elongated the word, letting it slip past my lips in a long hiss, popping the P.
A husky laugh shook his chest. He lifted a hand off the car and threaded it around my neck. I gritted my teeth to stop myself from showing how much that simple gesture had my body shuddering in pleasure.
‘Make sure when you do, your pretty head thinks about me.’
His lips brushed gently over mine, teasing me with barely a whisper of his breath. As quickly as it started, it ended.
He backed up, letting the cold air nip at my skin. Fuck that. If he was going to spend the entire night teasing me so much that my body was seconds away from combusting, I wasn’t going to be the only one in pain.
