“Yeah,” he agreed.
“Totally awesome,” I decreed.
On a small lurch of his body that told me he thought I wasfunny, he repeated in a voice that shared the same thing, “Yeah.”
“Snapper?”I called.
He lifted his head, adjusted an arm so he could stroke myneck with his thumb, and looked me in the eyes.
“Yeah, baby?”
“It worked out in the end,” I told him.
“What?”he asked.
“I found the one who was perfect for me.”
He didn’t seem sated or amused or anything right then.
He stared down at me under him, his body connected withmine, and he looked at me in a way that I knew that earlier, he had not lied.
I was his world.
So yeah.
Definitely.
Perfect for me.
Then he spoke, and as was Everett “Snapper” Kavanaugh’swont, he made it even better.
“I know the feeling.”
Chapter Eight
Eden
Rosalie
“Rosalie.”
I knew what that meant, Snap saying my name in that low,throaty tone.We’d had weeks now of me learning what that meant.
And even though I liked what I was doing, since he wasSnapper and I’d give him anything, I slid his rigid, pulsing cock out of mymouth, slithered up his body, attached my lips to his, accepted his tongue asit slid between, thrilled in the bristles of his whiskers scratching my skin,and allowed him to roll me onto my back.
After a time, he broke the kiss and reached for a condom.
I explored the muscled contours of his back with my fingers,reveling in the power of his body under my touch and intensity in his profilethat met my eyes while I did.
His eyes came to mine as his hand went between our legs andhe just gazed at me, showing me openly so many things, all with just a look, itwas insanity.
He was excited.He loved having me under him.He enjoyedwhat I’d done to his cock.He couldn’t wait to get inside me.
And he loved me.
“Love you,” I whispered.
“Love you too, Rosie,” he whispered back right before heslid inside me.
