Page 33 of Rose's One Night to Forever
Tugging her toward him to nuzzle under her breast. He nipped at the curve, sending tingles of desire flying across her skin like a tangled web.
“Beautiful Rose.” A hum of satisfaction escaped him right before his lips wrapped around her nipple.
The tingles grew to surges as wet heat surrounded her. Pleasure rippled against her nerve endings, an ache pulsing in her core. She arched against his mouth, not so much fighting his grip on her arms as using the hold to angle herself closer.
He nipped, teeth moving rapidly in a series of tender but devastating bites. Rose’s legs quivered, unsteady as blood rushed through her veins.
He dropped her wrists and captured her torso, pressing the edges of her breasts upward to his mouth. Speeding up, more urgent now. The plunder she’d expected was suddenly back on the agenda.
“Oh.”
Chance lifted her off her feet and dropped her in one motion, catching her and tenderly laying her on the quilt. His grin widened.
Then it vanished. He pushed her legs apart with his shoulders and placed his mouth over her sex.
Hungry yet slow. A torment that began with his tongue then added his touch as fingers teased her entrance. Rose caught his head in her hands, curling her fingers through his hair as she closed her eyes and felt.
The sensual strokes touched every sensitive part of her sex. Easing inside, pulling out. Measured, languid rocks that mimicked the press of his tongue over her clit. Her orgasm loomed closer with every moment that passed. She cupped her breasts, fingers teasing her nipples.
A noise escaped him, and she glanced down to see fire burning in his eyes. His gaze was fixed on her hands. She laughed, the sound sliding into a moan when he lifted her hips in retaliation and increased the speed of his tongue.
“Close,” she warned.
“Want to be inside you, love. Want to feel you surround me.” His voice rasped roughly in her ears.
She hooked her legs around him, shocked to find naked skin. “When did you lose your clothes? Talented.”
“Desperate.” Chance paused to put on a condom then loomed over her, staring into her eyes as the thick heat of his cock aligned with her core. He paused with the wide tip of him nestled just between her folds.
“Yes,” she whispered.
His gaze locked on hers, and he rocked forward. Sliding to the root, uniting them as intimately as two people could physically be. She felt possessed, taken, connected.
Loved.
He pressed a hand to her cheek, shifting his balance to rest over her so they glided together on every thrust. Skin to skin, mouth to mouth, pleasure driving pleasure.
She was full, expanding, reaching for release even as she wanted the moment to last forever. He adjusted his hips, and the rock of his length pressed her clit, and the rising buzz of her climax grew louder.
Over and over, while the beat of her heart grew in her ears and the edge rapidly approached.
His forehead touched hers, eyes wide open as she came. Her sex tightened around him. His focus wavered then vanished as he stiffened over her, hips pulsing as if he couldn’t stop. As if this last frantic drive could bring them even closer, even more pleasure.
Aftershocks rocked her, and with each one, she laughed. His thumb brushed her cheek, air moving over her skin in a heated caress. They lay tangled together on the floor, breaths still frantic, the quilt half under them and half over.
It was strange, Rose thought, to have zero concerns. No worries at all that they had made a misstep coming to this point.
He loved her.
Chance drew a finger along her arm, his hair mussed and a contented smile on his lips. “You know, I came to Heart Falls planning to settle down, but I had no idea I’d plant roots this quickly.”
Another comment that made her heart skip a beat. She pushed it aside because, right now, this was all she needed. Savouring the moment without rushing ahead was important.
“Will you miss Ireland? And Germany, and Paris, and all the other places you’ve lived?” she asked. She rested her hand on his naked chest, gently teasing her fingertips in circles. Needing to keep in contact. Needing the touch.
“No,” he answered simply. “Because while Heart Falls is now home, all the other places are only a flight away.” He caught her fingers and pressed them to his lips. “I want to show you the Emerald Isle, love. Introduce you to my world of tall tales and legends. We can drop in on my folks to say hello.”
“Your parents are in Limerick.” She stiffened for a second, the thought of parents shoving this thing between them further into the realm of holy shit, this is real.
