I wrap my arms around her body and weave one hand into the nape of her neck. I give her hair a solid tug and brace myself on one elbow, thrusting my hips forward. I capture her gasp of pleasure with a kiss, and do it again. Over and over. In and out. Kissing. Thrusting. I give her my body and soul. I swallow her moans, the only fuel I need to keep going. I make love to this woman with everything I have.
As our bodies grow warmer, friction and sweat creating the most erotic of soundtracks, we find our perfect rhythm. Her walls squeeze my length, tempting my release, until finally I cannot delay the inevitable. Pulling out at the last possible second, I bury my head into the crook of her neck and use her body to mute the guttural groan that accompanies my release. Sticky ropes coat her stomach and chest, as well as mine. I sag into her, making things messier. I don’t even care.
Her hands brush up and down my back, and when her fingers make their way into my hair, I can’t help but sigh. Her touch, her body, her affection. I could stay like this forever. She’s all I’ll ever want.
“We made a mess,” she whispers into the night.
“We did.” As much as I don’t want to, I push my weight off of her and separate our bodies, sitting up on the bed. Her hair is spread out on the bedsheets, wild and completely out of place. Her lips are swollen from my kisses. Her body glistens with a mix of sweat and my release. She’s never looked more beautiful. “You are so hot right now.”
“I doubt that.” She reaches up to brush her hair back, as if a little self-conscious.
“You are.” I grin, then give her thigh a playful slap. “Now, stay here. I’ll bring you a wet towel to clean up.”
She points to a door that leads to her en-suite bathroom. “Clean towels are under the sink.”
I walk to her bathroom and find the towels, running the water until it’s warm before wetting a washcloth. I take the opportunity to clean myself up, and then head back to the bedroom. Rosalie’s eyes are closed, and her chest rises and falls with a steady breath. She’s fallen asleep.
I run the towel over her skin, which rouses her back to consciousness. She watches as I clean her body, a sleepy grin playing at her lips.
“Did I get it all?” I ask.
“I think so.”
“It was a lot.”
“Ugh, don’t be crass.”
“What? It’s the truth. I guess that’s what happens when you go weeks without sex.”
“An unfamiliar experience for you.” There’s a lighthearted teasing to her sarcasm.
“Worth it.” I toss the towels to the floor, and rejoin her in the bed. I wrap my arms around her, and pull her close.
She curves toward me, draping her thigh over mine and resting her arm over my chest. Her body fits against mine as if she were made for me. We’re like two puzzle pieces. We just fit.
Our breaths even, slowing to their normal pace as our heart rates regulate. She’s warm against my body and my eyelids begin to grow heavy, but I fight the pull of sleep to enjoy this a little longer. I’m so damn happy with her in my arms; everything seems possible.
“We still need to talk.” Her voice is groggy with sleep.
“Later, darlin’.” It’s been a long day. Hell, it’s been a full week. She must be exhausted. “Sleep. We can talk tomorrow.”
Her lips curve into a smile and she snuggles against my chest, yawning. “I am really tired.”
I love you. The words press against my lips, demanding to be let free. But I hold them inside. This woman is it for me. I know it with every fiber of my being. But I’m not sure she’s ready to hear that yet, and I refuse to do anything to chase her away. For now, it’s enough to hold her in my arms and watch her fall asleep.
30
ROSALIE
I rouse from a deep sleep,the comfort of my bed and lack of an alarm clock bringing me more joy than it should. Is there anything better than the weekend? My eyelids stay shut against the morning sunlight as it slips between the blinds. My mental state hovers between sleep and awareness, and I think about my characters and how my manuscript has taken a different turn than I originally planned. Funny, because so has my life. I never intended to let another man into my world, but it happened, and I’m starting to believe?—
My thoughts are interrupted by a sudden shift in the mattress.
Oh shit. My eyes fly open. The man sleeping at my side brings back memories of last night. I fell asleep in Jackson’s arms, but I didn’t mean for him to stay over. I grab his arm and jostle him, whispering, “You need to get up!”
“More sleep.”
“Jackson!” I whisper shout, reaching for my phone to check the time. My heart pounds, knowing we don’t have long before he’s discovered. “Get up! Get out! Edward can’t see you!”
