Page 6 of Rose's One Night to Forever
Rose shuddered and clutched his shoulders as she arched and lifted her breasts higher, begging for his mouth. “It’s good. So good.”
He agreed, planning to draw this out and enjoy himself. Enjoy her. Only a moment later, she tugged at his shirt, pulling herself upright and away from his questing lips.
“Clothes off. Now,” she demanded.
Naked took longer than she probably expected. Oh, he tugged his shirt over his head in a split second, stripping it away while he marched quickly to make sure the door they’d come through was locked. He was back nearly instantly, shoving off his pants before jamming his feet back into his shoes. His boxers lifted with the swell of his cock as he switched their positions.
Rose’s back was to the wall, hands pressed to the vertical surface near her hips. Chance knelt in front of her, staring in appreciation as he eased off her pants and slipped them past her feet.
She laughed softly when he held out her half boots and guided her feet back into them. “We’re having sex with our shoes on?”
“Seems prudent,” he admitted, pausing to take a deep breath before dealing with the final bit of unwrapping.
The pale undies glided down her long legs like a whisper of prophecy.
Something wonderful was about to happen.
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Chance tilted his head back and smiled at the lush woman now naked above him. “You said something about kisses.”
Rose’s eyes widened, and then he couldn’t see her face because it was all about her skin, satiny and smooth under his lips. A kiss to her belly, to the notch where her torso and leg met.
To the sweet, dark curls gracing her sex.
She stroked her fingers through his hair. “Chance.”
“Hold that thought,” he ordered. He tapped the inside of her thigh, and she willingly widened her stance. The soft lips of her labia were just visible, and he pressed closer, exploring with his mouth.
Her taste exploded onto his tongue as she tilted her hips and opened farther, all but begging for more. Begging for what he was desperate to give.
Easing between her folds, he edged upward until he could taunt the small bud of her clit. Stroking it with the tip of his tongue before working downward. Again and again. Driving both of them in the right direction.
Chance licked two fingers then gently slipped them into her sex. Rose’s groan of pleasure echoed in the empty room, egging him on, pushing his control to the limit as he once again closed his lips around her clit and sucked. He gently stroked the front of her passage until he found the sweet spot that made her gasp.
Then he did it again, one hand anchoring her against the wall as her hips bucked against his face.
“Chance. I’m so close.”
“Let go.”
The fingers tangled in his hair tightened, and Rose tugged sharply as her throaty cry rang out. Her sex tightened around his fingers, her moan and full-body quiver filling him with pride.
Pride and a hellish need.
He was on his feet, losing the boxers quickly before turning her in his arms. Her back to his front, naked skin sliding together, his cock a rock-solid line against her buttocks.
Chance pressed his hand over her belly to firmly retake possession of her mound. He teased his fingertips over the slick wetness of her clit and pussy, extending the pleasure of her orgasm as he savoured the heat between them.
It was another moment of perfection. The faint light in the curtainless room combined with the darkness outside the windows, creating a mirror effect. He’d turned them toward the outside wall when he’d captured her against him, and now a glorious image shone back. Him holding her upright with her long hair flowing over her shoulder, her hands clutching at his wrist as he played his fingers through her wet folds.
Outside the building was darkness and the faintest hint of stars. A show only the two of them could see.
“I could sell this picture for a million dollars, but it’s worth more than that. It’s priceless, unique, and mine.” The possessive growl in his tone shocked him. Chance took an uneasy breath, fighting to regain control.
Rose lifted a hand and draped it around his neck. After turning her face toward him, she pressed her lips to his cheek. Hungrily, he took her lips again. Still playing with her, edging her up toward another masterpiece that, this time, he would join and they’d create together.
She nipped at his lower lip. “Condom.”
