Page 83 of Stuck with Me

My eyes continue to flick over hers. I don’t plan on it, but my hands find her back. I slide them down to her waist and squeeze, like I need something solid and real to hold onto.

“How do you do that?” I study the color in her eyes, mesmerized by the warmth.

She looks confused, her brows dipping. “Do what?”

“Make me feel like I’m not pathetic for having this…this…condition.”

“You’re anything but pathetic, Moretti.” She shoves her fingers through the back of my hair and gives it a little tug. “You’re strong. And caring. And hot. You’re the whole fucking package.”

A burst of a laugh bubbles out of my throat.

“It’s true. Believe me. I was just scrolling through your Instagram and holy hell, you’re one hot piece of ass, ya know that? Successful too.”

And now I’m laughing harder while she throws a leg on either side of me and is now straddling me. I wonder if she can feel my strained length against her front. The way her eyes perk up, I don’t have to wonder for very long.

“You stalking me, Kit-Kat?” I growl and yank her hips down to grind her against me.

“Only a little.” She teases me with a wry smile and tethers her arms around my neck.

I brush my lips against the cuff of her ear. “It’s my turn. Shut the door.” I pull back and gaze into her dark eyes as she searches my face with confusion. “It’s my turn to ask you to stay with me. I don’t want to be alone tonight.”

“You need me to sleep with you, Moretti?”

“No, Kit-Kat, I need you to fuck me.”

An adorably dark smile spreads on her lips.

“Okay, but one condition.”

“Anything for you.”

“Don’t hold anything back. I want you to touch me everywhere. I need to feel all of you.”

I yank her down and thrust against her and she releases a gasp. “I can promise you, I will fill you up and fuck you until you see stars, Rosie.”

With that guarantee, she unhooks her legs from around me and tiptoes to the door and pushes it closed quietly. When she spins back around to face me, I nearly come unhinged by the look in her eyes. She tugs her shirt off and steps out of her pants. Each article of clothing gets dropped into a pile on the floor.

This is finally going to happen again.

“Get over here, woman,” I demand, my voice in a gruff whisper.

She smiles and tackles me, and we both fall onto the bed. It scrapes against the hardwood floor and we both laugh quietly.

“Shh,” I say, putting a finger to my lips while I hold her tightly on top of me. “Do you want everyone to know you’re in here?”

“No.” She giggles.

“Good. Can you promise me you’ll be a good girl for once and be quiet for me?”

She gives me a little nod as she lifts herself up onto her knees and she straddles me. I push up onto my elbows so I can get a good look at her. I want to drink her in, memorize her, looking just like this. The swell of skin coming out of her bra, the pink on her cheeks, and the lust brimming from her eyes.

“You’re beautiful.”

She breathes out a flutter of a laugh. “When you look at me like that, you make me feel beautiful.”

“There’s just one problem.”

An adorable crease appears in between her brows.

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