“Mmmhm.” I melt under his stroking fingers, humming my pleasure as his cock swells and grows inside me. “Better than the dream. I had to make myself come this morning. I prefer it when you do the work.”
His heart thunders under my cheek, his soft laughter just strong enough to make me bounce.
“This is how Rose and Jack could have stayed on the door, by the way.”
Curious, I push up and meet his eyes with a frown. “What?”
He juts up beneath me, his thick, hard cock sending a fresh bolt of electricity into my stomach. “After the Titanic sank. This bed is about the same size as the door. And I’m just saying…” He places his finger beneath my chin, folds his neck, and presses a sweet kiss to my lips. “I’m entirely comfortable. If we’re ever in trouble after our ship sinks, I know we’re gonna be okay.”
ROUND THIRTY-TWO
OLLIE
“I feel bad.” Rose lays over my chest hours later, her toes playing with mine, her finger drawing a sweet pattern against my biceps, and, every now and then, I’m treated to the slurping sound of a sleepy woman tryingnotto drool onto my chest. Languid, she exhales a soft sigh. “There hasn’t been a moment since we met where I wasn’t messing with your sleep. Now it’s…” She pauses to read the clock. “Way past your bedtime, and you have to get up for work again soon.”
“I’m not thinking about work. And I’m sure as shit not thinking about pushing you off me just so I can climb out of your bed and into mine.” I couldn’t sleep even if I tried, and if she asked me to walk away, I’m not sure I could do it. But I press my nose to the top of her hair and inhale. “Are you okay?”
She nods, her soft cheek brushing my pec. “I’m good.”
“Did I hurt you?”
She shakes her head. “I liked everything we did. But you really should sleep.”
“You should stop telling me what to do.” Grinning, I place my fingers beneath her chin and tilt her back until I’m treated to her beautiful kaleidoscope eyes, even in the dark. “You’d tell me if that wasn’t cool, right? If you change your mind tomorrow and decide you don’t want this…”
“I would tell you.” She stretches her neck and lays a kiss on my lips. “But I’m not freaking out. I’m only thinking about how little sleep you live on, and how it’s usually my fault.”
“And I’m thinking about calling in sick to my shift tomorrow,” Icounter. “Twelve hours is a long fucking time to be away from you.” I draw her closer, trembling under the light tickle of her hair on my skin, and sliding my tongue across her bottom lip, my cock thickens in response to her quivering smile. “Twelve hours of you sitting here all alone. Replaying everything that’s happened…”
She shifts over me, bringing her knees up until she’s straddling my hips, then she fists my cock and slides onto my length with a wispy, sweet sigh.
“Fuck.” I palm her ass cheeks, from gentle touches to the kind that bruise. “Rose…”
“If you insist on overthinking everything we’ve done, instead of sleeping when we both know you really should, then I insist on this.” She rises over me, her long black hair creating a curtain that comes down to drape over pebbled nipples. Rolling her hips forward, she tips her head back and moans. “Jesus. It’s so much better than it should be.”
“Insatiable.” I glide the pad of my thumb over her clit, stoking the flames between us. “You’re a thirsty girl, Rosaline.”
Warmth floods her face, pinking her cheeks and making her eyes dance. “I like it when you call me that.”
“Feels right?”
“Mmm.” She creates a rhythm that sets my blood on fire. It’s slow and intoxicating. Tender and yet, powerful enough to tear my heart clear out of my fucking chest and slam it against the wall. “Feels right. Now focus on me.” She takes my hand and cups her tit. “Focus only on me, Oliver. Not tomorrow. Not on the what ifs. And not on this imaginary argument you think we’re going to have where I run away and regret what we’re doing.”
I rear up and take her nipple between my teeth, and reaching around behind her, between her legs, I slip my finger into her ass and groan at her explosive cry of delight. I hold my breath before she yanks me over the ledge too soon. I bury my face against her neck, in the curtain of her beautiful hair, and I vow to stay here. With her. In this moment.
Tomorrow will come soon enough.
My phone vibrates in my pants somewhere on the floor of Rose’s bedroom, my five o’clock alarm buzz-buzz-buzzing against the hardwood and drawing me out of my sleep. My eyes ache, and my body weighs a thousand tons. My whole fucking soul rejects the idea of climbing out of this bed and leaving the beautiful, naked Rose alone.
But Dawes has done his twelve. He’s paid his dues, and bailing on theold coot without finding a suitable replacement is shitty. So I peel my eyes open in the dark and try to find my pants just by listening to them vibrate.
“Noisy.” Rose curls into my side, drawing her knees up until the bony caps dig into the side of my thigh. She huffs in her sleep, draping her arm across my torso and digging her fingers under my back to lock me in. “Make it stop, Darcy.”
“I’m—” Stunned, I stop and swing my eyes down to her shadow in the dark. My heart pounds painfully against my sternum. My stomach taunts the base of my throat.Darcy? “What?”
“It’s too early,” she moans, her eyes racing beneath her eyelids. “Not time yet.”
“Rose?” I rub her arm, gently nudging her while her arm twitches and her knees dig into my side. She’s like a puppy dreaming of a fanciful run in a wide meadow. “Wake up, Rose?”
