Page 48 of The Contractor's Rose
I glanced at her again. Her cheeks were flushed. Her eyes were wide and her chest rose and fell quicker than before.
“I don’t want to wait anymore, Rose. You tell me when to stop and we will. Otherwise, I’m not stopping tonight.”
She didn’t say a word. Just placed her hand on top of mine and inched it closer up her thigh, until I could feel the heat of her bare pussy that I knew was hiding beneath that dress.
“I won’t say stop. Not tonight.”
Silence settled around us. The drive to my place never felt this long, but tonight it seemed slower. Every red light, every turn was a fucking test of patience.
Her silence was loud. Her breath was uneven. Her thighs kept pressing together, closing on our hands, like she was trying to resist the urge to climb over and jump me. I wouldn’t stop her if she did.
But I wasn’t about to take her in the truck like she was just some fling I couldn’t keep my hands off of. She wasn’t that. Well, shewassomething I couldn’t keep my hands off, but she certainly wasn’t a fling.
She was Rose.
We pulled into my driveway, headlights slicing through the dark as the house came into view. I killed the engine and sat for a moment. She didn’t move.
“Second thoughts?” I asked, voice low.
She turned to face me, her brown eyes soft and full of heat. “Not one.”
I got out and walked around to open her door. She took my hand, stepping down carefully from the truck. The porch light cast us in a glow as I unlocked the door and pushed it open. She stepped inside, pausing just past the threshold.
She turned just as I closed the door and locked it. And then I moved in.
I pressed her gently back into the wall beside the door, letting my hand trail from her hip to her ribs, just under the rise of her breast. Her breath hitched.
“I’ve pictured this moment for so long,” I murmured, voice rough in my throat. “And now you’re here in my house again, and I swear to God, Rose, if you asked me for anything—anything at all—I’d give it to you.”
She swallowed hard and stood taller. I could sense the shift in her, from being the timid girl most knew her as to the strong and empowered woman I knew she could be. “Then kiss me.”
I did. I took my time savoring her.
Her lips parted under mine as her arms went around my neck, pulling me closer. I let my hands explore every dip and curve the dress didn’t hide. She was warm and soft and so goddamn willing.
When I lifted her by the back of her thighs to wrap her legs around my waist, she gasped into my mouth.
I pressed her harder into the wall, grinding against her,knowing she could feel how rock hard I was for her based on the shiver that racked through her body. Her nails dug into the back of my neck. I released a low grumble against her mouth.
“Bedroom,” she begged. “Please.”
I didn’t say a word—just pressed one last kiss to her jaw while moving one of my arms to wrap around her lower back, keeping the other hand on the back of her thigh. My fingertips dug into her perfect ass.
She clung to me, lips exploring my throat as I carried her down the hallway. The house was quiet except for the sound of her breathing and the soft shuffle of my boots on the hardwood down the hallway.
I kicked the door open with my foot and carried her straight to the bed. My bed. The mattress dipped under her weight as I laid her down like she was the most delicate flower.
She looked up at me from the middle of my bed, hair wild, lips kiss-swollen, that dress riding high on her thighs.
I reached behind my head and yanked my shirt off, tossing it to the floor.
Her breath caught. “Gavin …”
I settled on the edge of the bed, hand skimming up her leg, my fingers catching the hem of that damn green satin.
“You tell me to stop, I stop. Understand?”
She nodded, but then leveled me with a serious look. “I said I don’t want you to stop … Daddy.”
