Page 67 of The One for Forever

“We have each other.” He kisses me again, even slower than before. His lips skim the surface of mine. “But Quinn, you can still say no to me. Whatever we do together tonight, it’s your choice. I’d be satisfied just being near you. I’m yours already.”

“Thank you for saying that. But I want all of you. Including all the naughty bits.”

He laughs. “You sure about that?”

“Very.” I nip his bearded chin with my teeth. “I’ve seen glimpses of your darker side, but I want to know just how bad you can be, Rex Easton.”

His nostrils flare. “I hope that’s not a challenge.”

I shrug one shoulder. “You can say no.”

“Such a tease. What will I do with you?” His fingers grip the back of my neck, and his teeth catch my lower lip. Then his tongue smooths over the sting. “Get naked and get on the bed. Face down. Legs spread.”

Oh, wow. I shiver at the commanding tone in his voice. “Yes, Rex.”

I back away from him toward the bed, unable to tear myself from his gaze. He’s never looked more like a predator. But this is a safe kind of thrill. I trust Rex more than anyone in the entire world. No one has ever shown me such care. We’re guaranteed to have fun together, but despite his warnings, I know he would never come close to going too far with me.

He’s one of the best men I’ve ever known. His goodness is clear to anyone who meets him.

But this sexy, sinful side? It’s all for me.

First, I slide my panties off and kick them aside. I kneel on the mattress to pull the shirt over my head. After tossing it to the rug, I turn around on all fours.

He makes a low, rumbly sound as I stretch out on my stomach.

Rex gets onto the bed beside me. He takes my hands and moves them until they’re up near my head, elbows bent so it’s not a strain. “Keep your arms like this,” he says. “Don’t move unless you get uncomfortable.”

“Okay.”

“If your head hurts at all, tell me. Or if you feel dizzy and need to stop or need a different position.”

“I will.”

Next he grabs a pillow and tucks it beneath my hips to prop them up. He pushes on my inner thighs to spread them a little wider. For a long minute, he kneels at the end of the bed and doesn’t do anything else.

I turn my head to the side. “Getting a good look?”

“Hell yeah, I am. This is a great view. I don’t want to miss out.”

I snicker. “Not fair. I want to see you.”

“Soon.” Rex gets up to grab a tube of lotion from the nightstand beside the roses. “I’m going to give you a massage,” he says. “If anything doesn’t feel good, tell me.”

After warming the lotion in his hands, he spreads it over my shoulders, somehow zeroing in on the very spots where I hold the most tension. I sigh contentedly as his thumbs work at the knots in my muscles. The lotion is rosewater scented. Subtle and delicate. His rough, strong hands knead my lower back, then my arms and legs. And as he does, he drops kisses onto my bare skin.

He leans toward the nightstand again. And then something impossibly soft brushes my skin. “Mmmm. What is that?” I ask.

“Guess.”

He brings whatever it is up along my spine, then across each shoulder. The scent of rose gets stronger, and I realize it’s one of the flowers. He touches it to my nose, confirming my suspicion. “That’s nice,” I say.

“That’s the idea.”

It feels amazing. Smoother than velvet, warmer and softer than leather. I’ve never been into the idea of rose petals on a bed. But this isheaven. Goosebumps and tingles dance across my skin wherever the rosebud touches. Then Rex’s lips and rougher whiskers as he kisses the same spots. I get lost in a relaxing sort of trance.

But when he sets the rose aside and his fingers trail closer to the cleft between my legs, my awareness zeroes in. My heartbeat quickens. My clit throbs, and I feel arousal dripping from me in anticipation.

His fingers sweep closer. Closer. “This okay?” he asks.

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