to try and lower his expectations. Thinking he would find her lacking as lover had Rose losing some of her nerve. “I should warn you, I’m not very good at this.”
He smiled against her lips and thrust against her hand. “Okay.”
“And , um, can we do it with the lights off?”
That got his attention. He pulled away looking her straight in the eye. “What does that mean?”
“I’d, ah, rather do it in the dark.” The darker the better as far as Rose was concerned. In the dark she knew he could pretend, allowing her to be any woman he wanted.
As if he knew exactly what she was thinking, he cursed , moving back so she could see the determined gleam in his golden eyes. “Damn it, Rose, no more put downs. Does this feel like a man who doesn’t want you? Who doesn’t want to love you?” He tugged her hips against his, letting her feel the hard ridge she’d held in her palm.
Don’t believe him , her heart warned. Every taunt and put-down she’d ever heard played back in her mind. Don’t you dare believe him, her heart warned again. She had no doubt he meant what he was saying at this moment, but once every barrier was removed, he’d change his mind.
Wouldn’t he?
She wanted him so much. Just one night, a taste she could live on forever.
“Rose,” he urged, his breathing rapid, “l et me have you, sweetheart.”
His stare was piercing, yet filled with admiration, as if he knew what a huge step this was for her. As if he were awed by what she was offering him.
His arms tightened around her and his lips met hers again, kissing her as if she truly mattered. Rose quit thinking about all the reasons why she shouldn’t and gave herself over to her feelings for the man holding her so protectively.
His skin was warm and vibrant, the heat of him scorching her where they touched. He’d come to her wearing nothing more than a thin t-shirt and a well-washed pair of jeans. Her fingers dug into his chest, an unyielding wall of muscle. His legs spread wide, moving her into the cradle of his thighs. He was incredibly aroused. His cock was a ridge between them. Just the feel of him pressing into her stomach made her wet. His kiss, his every touch, filled her with a wild and reckless passion and had her grinding against him, melding her softness into his hardness.
She swore she could hear his heartbeat —thump, thump, thump—fast and even. She had no doubt he could hear hers as well—or that he could smell her arousal. She’d never wanted anything as much in her life as she did this man, this moment.
As his mouth took hers, suck ing her lower lip into the warm cavern and ravishing the tender flesh, she was no longer thinking of the loneliness in her life until this moment or the moments she knew were in her future. She was no longer thinking of the kind of woman she was or the kind of woman she should be. She simply responded to him, woman to man. Woman to wolf. She accepted all of him. She recognized she’d been capable of this all along. With this man, in this moment.
With one han d fisted in her hair, he dragged her head back until he could see her eyes. His roughness caused her pussy to plump and moisten, preparing–she hoped, prayed–for the feel of his cock inside her. She didn’t want gentle. Not now when her emotions were so raw. She wanted a lot of things from him, and right now she wanted, needed, to know how much he wanted her.
She was dazed and hungry. Oh, dear God she was hungry. Hungry for his touch, his taste. Hungry for the feel of him deep inside of her, taking her as no man ever had, or would ever again. But that was her secret. His eyes were bright and compelling and she swore she saw the flicker of something, some indescribable something that seemed to travel through her body and burn all the way to her wildly beating heart.
“I want to make sure you understand what you’re doing Rose.” When she didn’ t respond, he shook her lightly. “Do you?”
“Yes.” She rubbed
He smiled against her lips and thrust against her hand. “Okay.”
“And , um, can we do it with the lights off?”
That got his attention. He pulled away looking her straight in the eye. “What does that mean?”
“I’d, ah, rather do it in the dark.” The darker the better as far as Rose was concerned. In the dark she knew he could pretend, allowing her to be any woman he wanted.
As if he knew exactly what she was thinking, he cursed , moving back so she could see the determined gleam in his golden eyes. “Damn it, Rose, no more put downs. Does this feel like a man who doesn’t want you? Who doesn’t want to love you?” He tugged her hips against his, letting her feel the hard ridge she’d held in her palm.
Don’t believe him , her heart warned. Every taunt and put-down she’d ever heard played back in her mind. Don’t you dare believe him, her heart warned again. She had no doubt he meant what he was saying at this moment, but once every barrier was removed, he’d change his mind.
Wouldn’t he?
She wanted him so much. Just one night, a taste she could live on forever.
“Rose,” he urged, his breathing rapid, “l et me have you, sweetheart.”
His stare was piercing, yet filled with admiration, as if he knew what a huge step this was for her. As if he were awed by what she was offering him.
His arms tightened around her and his lips met hers again, kissing her as if she truly mattered. Rose quit thinking about all the reasons why she shouldn’t and gave herself over to her feelings for the man holding her so protectively.
His skin was warm and vibrant, the heat of him scorching her where they touched. He’d come to her wearing nothing more than a thin t-shirt and a well-washed pair of jeans. Her fingers dug into his chest, an unyielding wall of muscle. His legs spread wide, moving her into the cradle of his thighs. He was incredibly aroused. His cock was a ridge between them. Just the feel of him pressing into her stomach made her wet. His kiss, his every touch, filled her with a wild and reckless passion and had her grinding against him, melding her softness into his hardness.
She swore she could hear his heartbeat —thump, thump, thump—fast and even. She had no doubt he could hear hers as well—or that he could smell her arousal. She’d never wanted anything as much in her life as she did this man, this moment.
As his mouth took hers, suck ing her lower lip into the warm cavern and ravishing the tender flesh, she was no longer thinking of the loneliness in her life until this moment or the moments she knew were in her future. She was no longer thinking of the kind of woman she was or the kind of woman she should be. She simply responded to him, woman to man. Woman to wolf. She accepted all of him. She recognized she’d been capable of this all along. With this man, in this moment.
With one han d fisted in her hair, he dragged her head back until he could see her eyes. His roughness caused her pussy to plump and moisten, preparing–she hoped, prayed–for the feel of his cock inside her. She didn’t want gentle. Not now when her emotions were so raw. She wanted a lot of things from him, and right now she wanted, needed, to know how much he wanted her.
She was dazed and hungry. Oh, dear God she was hungry. Hungry for his touch, his taste. Hungry for the feel of him deep inside of her, taking her as no man ever had, or would ever again. But that was her secret. His eyes were bright and compelling and she swore she saw the flicker of something, some indescribable something that seemed to travel through her body and burn all the way to her wildly beating heart.
“I want to make sure you understand what you’re doing Rose.” When she didn’ t respond, he shook her lightly. “Do you?”
“Yes.” She rubbed
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