Page 92 of Wild Rose
His face is fresh when he returns, hands too. I haven’t moved. With our gaze still locked, he strides over to me and lifts me off the bed.
“Baby, you might hear some rustling outside in a little while. It’s just Jeff picking up Tuscan for me.”
My heart skips because of what that means.
He’sstaying.
I nod and pull him to me.
He doesn’t miss a beat. Cupping my jaw, he kisses me hard, then leaves quick kisses along my jaw and neck.
Before I can tell him to take my shirt off, he drops to his knees and grips my bare thighs, lifting my shirt only slightly for better access to my tingly skin.
Small, barely there moans vibrate from my throat as he kisses and nips the inside of my thigh.
I nearly fall backward with the sensation, but he keeps me firmly in place, slowly kissing his way up my thigh.
“Wilder.”
He swears when his face reaches my center and bites gently against my panties.
I cry out.
“Christ, Rose. You’re going to end me with your sounds.”
I gasp as he nips at me again. “Is—am I too loud?”
He growls and pulls to his feet. “Not loud enough.” He lifts the shirt over my head, leaving me in my white panties and bra.
I flush instantly as his gaze travels up my curves. “You’re goddamn beautiful, Blue.”
I bite my lip. “You going to stare all night or do something about it?”
He chuckles and moves around me to sit on the bed, turning me by my hips. “Always so fresh.”
We’re almost at eye level with him sitting on my bed and me standing between his legs.
“Rose, I have to ask if this would be .?.?.”
“Our only time?”Iwasexpectingasmuch.
“Your first time,” he corrects.
My lips part. “No, but it’s been a while.”
He smirks and brushes hair away from my face. “What’s a while in your world?”
“Contrary to what you or my brother think, I’m .?.?. barely an intermediate.”
He narrows his eyes, playful with a hint of frustration. “You’re going to have to clarify.”
“I was .?.?. intimate .?.?. with someone. Once. Before .?.?. it happened. Not since.” My sentences are broken and incomplete, but he doesn’t question it.
No ounce of judgement. Or pity. Instead, he lifts my hair to kiss my neck. “As for what you thought I was asking .?.?.” Another kiss to the other side of my neck. “You tell me in the morning if this is our only time.”
“In the morning .?.?.” I mutter lustfully.
“You’re not the kind of girl a sane man would walk away from.” He strokes my hair gently. “Especially if he has permission to hold her all night.”
