Page 102 of Faking the Pass
Rosie and I hadn’t discussed our sexual histories because there had been no sexual future between us, not officially anyway.
“No, no, you’re right,” I said, rolling to the side and going to my suitcase across the room.
Conveniently, Mercury, Dylan, and Wilder hadeachcontributed a box of condoms to my luggage along with funny notes wishing me the best with my “fake marriage” and my stated plans for celibacy with Rosie.
I guessed they were optimists, and honestly, so was I. I’d been keeping a couple stashed in my wallet since Rosie had moved in, just in case lightning struck and she spontaneously decided to jump my bones.
Carrying a strip back to the bed, I ripped one of the foil packets open and rolled on the condom.
“The team doctor gives us all regular tests in case you’re wondering,” I told her. “I’m clean. And I haven’t been with anyone in over a year.”
Her eyes widened, gaining a new alertness compared to the hazy pleasure-soaked drowsiness they’d exhibited before.
“You haven’t? Boy, you are serious about that no-distractions rule.”
I chuckled, climbing back onto the bed. “Iwas. Feeling pretty damn distracted right now though… and I have to say I like it.”
A sensual smile spread across her face. “I like it too. And I likethis.”
Eyes shining with desire, she gripped my shaft, tugging lightly to pull me closer. I’d have thought it would be impossible to get any harder, and I’d have been wrong.
Sliding back between Rosie’s legs, I spoke against her neck, dragging my lips over the fragrant skin.
“I plan to make youloveit. I’m going to make sure you’ll never eventhinkabout any cock but mine after today.”
Rosie let out a moan, and I swore she was turning me into an animal because I wanted nothing more than to devour her in every possible way.
Resting my weight on my left arm, I positioned myself and pushed inside her. She threw her head back, exposing her neck and arching into me.
“Oh Presley.”
I’d literally dreamed about this for years, beautiful, sweet Rosie beneath me, her eyes closed in bliss, her soft voice gasping my name.
Fuck.Thank God for the condom because it would’ve been hard to keep my promise to make her love fucking me if it lasted fifteen seconds.
Taking a second to regain control over myself first, I began thrusting, following cues from Rosie’s responses to find a perfect rhythm.
I must have landed on a good one, because her mouth dropped open, and her eyes flew wide.
“That’s good,” she wheezed. “Right there. Oh my God.”
And then her head dropped back, and her eyelids squeezed tightly as I did it again and then again, pushing deep, filling her and stroking her, and fucking losing my mind because it all felt impossibly good, like those dreams but better because this was all real.
It was really happening.
At last.
I lasted a bit longer than fifteen seconds—not that much longer, maybe five minutes, but that’s all it took for Rosie to catch that wave of pleasure again, riding it and cresting it then crashing over the other side in a beautiful frenzy.
There was no chance of me lasting beyond the sheer turn-on of seeing and hearing her come, and I followed her, both of us flying apart, together.
Afterward I stayed inside her a few more minutes, just staring down at her flushed cheeks, her delicate brows, her pretty nose, her long eyelashes.
They fluttered open, and I smiled at her.
“Hi,” I murmured.
“Hi yourself.”
