I break apart. “Get out of your head,” I tell her, my hand lowering to her ass. I push her against me, her pelvis tuckedneatly to mine. Her robe slips between her legs, revealing the bareness of her thighs.
A moan pushes through her lips. I pin her against the counter, only the towel separating my cock from her body, and she struggles to gain control with me. Her head dips back in arousal, and she desperately grips my arms, her fingers digging into my biceps. But she looks lost on what to do with her legs, one wanting to wrap around my waist, the other half off the ground with the force of my body.
I hold her left leg up to my side, stretching her, and she lets out a staggered breath. “Wait, wait…” she starts, her hands on my chest. She’s flushed and warm to the touch, but she plummets right back in her fucking head.
“Rose,” I chastise and drop her leg to the ground.
She rests her elbows on the counter, confusion lacing her eyes.
You liked that. It’s okay to like that, Rose.My hand returns to her jaw, caressing her cheek as she processes what happened—my dominant movements that trounced her into a puddle.Mypuddle.
I run my thumb on her bottom lip.
“Je suis passionné de toi,” I say.I am passionate about you.
Her chest falls, understanding me well.
I slip my thumb into her mouth, and a sharp noise catches in her throat. She blushes at hearing herself. I leave my thumb there and press a soft kiss to her neck, and then I suck sensitive spots, trailing up her collar to her cheek.
She can throw me off at any second.
But surprisingly, she closes her lips over my thumb. She doesn’t suck it, doesn’t run her tongue against it. I don’t think she really knows what to do, but I adore her more for trying. I let her off the hook and quickly replace my hand with my lips, my tongue, trying to lose her with the moment.
Her movements are more assured now, her hands drifting to my hair, tugging, clenching, kneading. Her spinecurves again, her body meeting mine once more.That’s it, Rose. I have you.
You’re safe with me.
A full minute passes before that all disappears, before she retreats into her head again, before her kisses shorten, before her lips close and she pulls back altogether.
It was a brief, fleeting moment where I almost had her vulnerable and bare. But if I can put my thumb into her mouth without her biting it off, it’s only a matter of time until I’m inside her completely.
CHAPTER 4
CONNOR COBALT
Well,I learned what increasing the production value entails.
Here’s a new one for me.
Scott Van Wright somehow manipulatedmygirlfriend into moving out of her sanctuary, leavingourPrinceton house. I really wish I had been there for the conversation and not been stuck in a college lecture hall. I would have rebutted every argument he had that began with “The Real World” and ended with “you’reallliving together.”
We all lived together in Princeton, New Jersey.
The difference now: Loren Hale’s half-brother, Ryke Meadows, is moving in for six months. So is Rose’s little sister, Daisy. That’s six people in one house.
I’m trying to be the encouraging boyfriend, but I can’t be at fault for however I act around Scott. I don’t like that he convinced Rose to do something that I would have trouble talking her into. It makes me nervous.
Rose stares up at the open ceiling, microphones and wires dangling from the rafters of our new home. Her forehead scrunches at having to live in a Philadelphia townhouse designed especially for production. Three levels. Five bedrooms. One communal bathroom. No yard. A nice hot tub and patio area. And an even larger dining room and kitchen.
“He promised we wouldn’t be filmed in the bathroom or the bedrooms,” she says with tight lips.
“Promises from anyone other than me mean nothing,” I say. “Has he hit you over the head?”
She glares. “It’s in the contract.”
“Then Lo and I will make sure there aren’t any cameras in the rooms.”
“And the bathroom,” she says quickly.
