Page 36 of Dearly Unbeloved
“Good girl.” And she fucking winks. Rose Cannon. Winking. Have we stumbled into Wonderland or something? “As you wish, wife.”
And then her tongue is on my clit, her fingers are inside me, and for a brief moment, I forget that I’m supposed to hate her. I soar, pleasure hitting me full force as I plummet into the depths of the strongest orgasm I’ve had in… ever, possibly. Heat ripples over my skin, so hot I feel like I could burn up. It’s the kind of heat that steals the air from your lungs, punishing and exhausting, but I never want it to end.
Rose rolls her fingers inside of me and grazes my clit with her teeth, pulling me deeper into the orgasm. Every time I think I’ve hit the peak, I somehow soar higher. And when I finally crest, my scream dies on my lips, as every shred of energy I have is stolen by pleasure.
I float back into my body slowly, Rose bringing me down at a snail’s pace by pressing soft kisses on and around my clit until I stop shaking.
She sits up, presses her palm flat against my thigh, and squeezes. I try to raise up on my arms to look at her, but I just flop down.
“Are you okay?” she asks in a soothing tone I’ve never heard from her. She rubs gentle, tentative circles on my thigh, like you might pet a cat if you’ve never met a cat before.
“I’m… fuck. Yeah, I’m fine,” I manage, gulping in breaths.
Rose crawls up to sit beside me and reaches for my cup on the nightstand. “Drink,” she orders, a soft command I’m all too happy to oblige. I chug the water, but she pulls the cup back. “Slowly. Don’t choke, please.”
I roll my eyes but do as I’m told—I might as well get the last of it out of my system, because as soon as we’re done here, I’m done listening to her. When I’ve had enough water, I hand the cup over, and she sets it on the nightstand.
“Just give me a second to catch my breath and I?—”
“No,” she interrupts, shaking her head. “Not tonight.”
I frown, wondering if I’m misunderstanding, or if she really means… “Are you seriously going to make me come that hard and not let me reciprocate?”
Her lips quirk up. “Next time.”
She stands up and turns her back on me, walking out of the room and leaving me goddamn speechless. I suppose I shouldn’t be surprised—this is Rose we’re talking about. I’d probably be more surprised if she was the hang-around-after-sex type. She made sure I was okay, made sure I had water—it’s more aftercare than some of my previous partners have provided.
I blow out a breath and close my eyes, swallowing down the post-orgasm crash of serotonin. I rub my face, and my cheeks are burning to the touch. What a strange turn this night took. I can’t believe she didn’t let me touch her. I thought for sure she’d?—
“Come on.”
Rose’s voice jolts me out of my brain and I turn my head, cracking a lid to find her standing in the doorway. She’s still wearing nothing but that fucking thong, but her skin is flushed pink. I may not have touched her, but she clearly enjoyed this.
“Come where?”
“I’m running you a bath. I’ll order food while you’re in there.” She holds out a hand, beckoning me closer.
My body protests as I sit up and swing my legs over the side of the bed. I swear my bones creak with every step I take toward her.
“Why?” I ask suspiciously.
She rolls her eyes, her ponytail swinging behind her andalmost hitting me in the face as I follow her to the bathroom.
“Because I’m not the kind of asshole who doesn’t take care of their partner after sex.”
She might not bethatkind of asshole, I’ll give her that. Especially when I see the tower of bubbles in the tub. I recognize the sweet scent of the lemon snowdrop bubble bath Maggie gave me last Christmas. It’s my favorite.
“That explains the bath,” I say, testing the water with my pinky. It’s not too hot, so I drop my underwear—how the hell did she make me come so hard without even getting me out of my underwear?—and climb in. I sigh as the water rushes over me, soothing my muscles.
I settle back against the tub and skim the top of the water with my fingers. “It doesn’t explain the food, though. You’re going to eat dinner with me?”
Rose immediately wrinkles her nose. “Oh. No, I wasn’t planning on it. I just figured I should probably feed you. I mean, I will, if you really want me to.”
I almost say yes, just because she looks like she can’t imagine anything worse. But as nice as this has been, I’m not all that interested in spending time with her when we have our clothes on. “I really don’t want you to.”
“Great.” She sounds relieved. “I’m ordering pizza.”
“Pizza sounds good,” I reply, but she’s already on her way out.
