Page 39 of Betrayed Kidnapped Mate

“What, you haven’t learned anything from your D.C. girls?”

“Rosa,” Bigby says, “do we really have to talk about this right now?”

“Just tell me,” I say, breathless, seared through with the potential for jealousy. I know the answer doesn’t matter—one girl or a thousand. The thought of him with any other person makes me want to throttle someone. Heat pools between my legs, and I realize, with a start, that the thought of beating off other women to keep Bigby my own is turning me on.

“Rosa,” Bigby growls, his hands palming the insides of my thighs. “I haven’t been…studying much.”

“Much?”

“At all.”

“Not even once?”

“Haven’t cracked a single book.”

“Oh, okay,” I sigh, letting my head fall back into the pillow. When Bigby still doesn’t move, I raise it, catching his eye. “What are you waiting for?”

“What about you?” he asks, and I can tell he’s trying to contain himself. The man is on top of me, his arms bracketing either side of my body, my wetness pressed against his stomach, and he’s asking about other men. It sends a thrill through me.

“No other man but you,” I murmur, reaching up and pressing my lips to his. Even if I’d had the opportunity to date between Kaila and everything else, I can’t deny the fact that Bigby always felt endgame to me. There was no temptation to see what another man had to offer.

“What about Olivia?” Bigby asks, raising an eyebrow.

“What? No! She’s my best friend, you asshole,” I say, smacking his arm. He chuckles, lowering his head, trailing his lips in a line down my stomach, which makes me gasp.

“Just checking,” he says, flicking his eyes up to mine, “you two did live together for a long time, so—”

“Bigby?”

“Yes?”

“Shut up.”

“Gladly,” he says before pressing his tongue to my clit.

Chapter 21 - Bigby

I grab Rosa’s hips, burying my face between her legs, tracing around her clit with my tongue in the way I know drives her crazy. She buries her hands in my hair, her body arching up from the bed. She pants, whispering my name again and again, and I make a pact with myself to get her somewhere I can make her scream.

She smells like vanilla and sea salt, almost exactly like she did in college. I remember that I got her all the same products and laughed against her clit, which makes her body jerk against me.

It’s overwhelming—tasting her, feeling her, having her here with her legs draped over my shoulders again.

Just as her body starts to tremble, I hook a finger inside of her, groaning against her pussy at the feeling of those warm walls tight around me. She lets out a sound, then claps a single hand over her mouth as her body writhes, releasing under me. Rosa stifles her moans into her hand, and it’s one of the hottest things I’ve ever seen.

My cock is rock-hard, rubbing against the edge of the bed, and I know if I don’t get it inside her soon, I might come from the satisfaction of watching her buck her hips on my bed. When I rise up, I grab my shirt from the floor, wiping my mouth hastily before returning to her. She eagerly meets my mouth with hers, reaching up for me and wrapping her legs around my middle.

“Fuck, Bigby,” she murmurs as I settle one hand on her hip, the other braced above her on the bed. “Maybe you don’t need any new tricks.”

“Thank god,” I say, “I’m already at capacity.”

I lean down and kiss her deeper, sliding my tongue over hers, my hands roaming over every part of her body, squeezing her thighs, palming her breasts, like I have ten seconds to memorize every slope and curve before drawing her naked body from memory. I think, distantly, that I could.

I pull back from her, breathing hard and meeting her eyes. She’s unbearably beautiful, and I wonder, not for the first time, why she would choose to be with a guy like me. Rosa could have any man she wanted, but she chose me. She got hot for me in that chemistry room, not any of the other preppy Stanford assholes. The thought makes me even more turned on, if it’s possible.

When I stay braced over her, she wiggles her hips.

“Aren’t you going to let me up?” she says, raising her eyebrows suggestively.

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