Fuck. I thought I was helping by washing the clothes, but maybe she has a method for new clothes and I just messed it up. I close the space between us in two long strides.
“I’m sorry. I thought I was being helpful.”
“You are!” she practically cries. Tears gather in the corners of her eyes as her gaze lifts to mine.
“Then, why are you sad?” I cup her face and use my thumbs to wipe away her tears as they fall.
“No one takes care of me.” She sniffles. “At least, no one ever did. Not until you.”
Oh, thank goodness.She’s not upset by my actions. She’s touched.
“Oh, honey.” I pull her body into my arms and hug her to my chest. I rub her back. “I’d take care of you a lot more if you let me.”
It’s meant to be teasing. A little flirting to lighten the mood. But when Rosalie takes a step back and her gaze lifts to mine, there are no more tears. There’s nothing but red-hot longing in their depths.
“Yes. I want that.”
“You sure?” I ask, needing confirmation. “You’ve been drinking and I don’t want to take advantage.”
“I’m tipsy, Jackson. Not drunk. And I know what I want.” Those words soothe my insecurities and apprehensions. She wants me. Thank, fuck, because I want her too.
Her touch is desperate as she grabs for my hand and pulls me toward her bedroom door. “We have to be quiet,” she whispers as we pass Edward’s room.
“That won’t be a problem. The things I want to do with you require zero words.”
She giggles and we slip inside her room. She locks the door behind us and launches herself into my arms.
Our mouths meet in a clash of lips and teeth. It’s been awhile since we’ve done this. I’m like a man lost in the woods and deprived of water who’s stumbled upon a creek—I can’t get enough. My hands roam over her curves, pulling roughly at her clothes. The need to be close, with no barriers between us, is so overwhelming I can’t think straight.
Clothes hit the floor. Our kisses only break when necessary. I walk her backward until we reach her bed. I haul her into my arms and climb onto the bed, pressing her into the mattress. Her gasps of pleasure spur my kisses down her body. I suck one of her breasts,licking her nipple into a hard peak, then give the same attention to the other.
Her hands are in my hair, tugging and encouraging my descent down her belly until I settle between her legs. My mouth salivates as I spread her legs. I’ve been dying to taste her, to bury my face and kiss her here, to make her come, all of this.
I eat her out with enthusiasm, adding my fingers to bring her closer to the finish line. I keep my groans to a minimum, but she’s the one who has a difficult time being quiet. A wicked sense of pride pulls my lips into a smile whenever I get her to moan or cry out. She reaches for a pillow and shoves it onto her face. Through the trembling of her thighs and her muted screams, I focus all my efforts on her clit, taking her to the edge and riding out each delicious wave of her orgasm. I slow my ministrations when she finally tosses the pillow to the side.
“Fuck,” she whispers with a ragged breath.
“My sentiments exactly.” I wipe my mouth with the back of my arm, and climb back over her. My cock is rock hard and aching to be seated in her wet pussy. I kiss her lips, holding my body over hers so I don’t crush her with my weight. “How do you want me to fuck you?”
“Like this.”
She widens her legs, wrapping them around mine, and her hand snakes between our bodies, gripping my length and lining us up. Her heels dig into the backs of my thighs as I feed her the tip.
The urge to slam the rest of the way home is tremendous, but I resist. It’s been awhile, and I don’t want to hurt her. Besides, if I go hard and fast, I won’t last long. Instead, I focus on my breathing and slide in as slowly as possible, waiting for her body to adjust before pulling back out.
“Wait!” She presses a hand onto my chest. Her eyes are wide as they meet mine. “We need to talk.”
“Now?”
“Yes.” She shakes her head. “No. But soon. We should talk soon.”
A chuckle passes through my lips. I can’t help it. Obviously, I want to talk too, but I’d like to finish this first.
“Should I continue?”
“Yes.” Her grin causes my chest to tighten. “Please.”
The way she’s looking at me, in a way no one has before, makes me feel like I am deserving of a life with Rosalie. There’s so much affection and love in my body, I swear my cells must be radiating. Can she feel how much I care for her? She must.
