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“No.”
I paused for a fortifying breath then told him the truth.
“I don’t want you to let me go for a long,longtime.”
That sensual mouth broke into a full smile.
“You got it.”
Then he swept an arm behind my knees, scooping me up and heading for the bedroom in long, rapid strides.
Chapter 24
Making it Last
Presley
Thank God.I’d been waiting for this moment since we’d said, “I do.”
Actually, since that first night I’d found her sleeping in my bed, but who’s counting?
I’d thought it was happening last night after the sexy word game. But then Rosie had shut me down in the middle of our hallway makeout session, requiring a midnight swim and a cold post-swim shower.
Something had apparently changed her mind today, and I wasn’t going to argue or stop to ask questions.
“You shouldn’t be carrying me,” Rosie scolded.
“It’s been a month since my surgery,” I told her. “And thanks to the plate and screws in there, the bone felt strong right away.”
“But it’s not. You’re not healed yet.”
“I’m healed enough. Lifting you is nothing compared to what my trainer’s gonna do when we get back.”
I gave her a naughty grin. “Anyway, we’ve reached our destination.”
Setting her down on the bed, I removed my swim shorts, freeing the erection that had sprung up instantly when she’d walked up to me and started running her hands over my body like she wanted me.
As Rosie removed her clothes, she kept her eyes on my dick the whole time.
Seeing the lust in them sent adrenaline rushing through my veins, engorging all my muscles and making me feelmorethan fully healthy.
I felt fucking invincible, like some kind of superhero.
My senses were all heightened. I could smell Rosie’s bath salts and the even sweeter scent ofher.
And when I joined her on the bed and started touching her, the sensation was almost too much to take.
Her hair, her skin, her breasts, her ass, they were all so soft and silky and so fucking sexy I felt like the heat between us might light the bed on fire.
“You feel amazing,” I whispered between kisses.
“Youfeel amazing,” she said, punctuating the statement with a little moan.
I was hard as a rock when she reached for me and wrapped her hand around my length.
Well, part of it. Her hand was pretty small.
It was warm and soft though, and it felt incredible. How long had I been waiting for her to touch me like this? It felt like more than weeks—it felt like a lifetime.
