Is it possible to have both?
Rooster’s slow, soft kisses melt into deeper ones that steal my breath. My body reacts instantly, and I arch my back. I reach up and run my fingers through his hair, over his broad shoulders, his arms, down his sides to the edge of his towel, teasing my fingers underneath.
“Beautiful Shelby,” he rasps. “Fuckin’ love having you under me again.”
“You sure could have your pick of pretty women downstairs.”
He stops cold and stares down at me. “I don’t want pretty women. I want you. Did you miss what I said?”
“No,” I whisper.
“If I wanted a random fuck, I could do that anytime.”
“Gee, thanks.”
“I want more than a fuck,” he continues as if I hadn’t said a word. “I like being with you. Listening to you.” He easily undoes the knot and flicks my towel out of his way, kissing a path down my neck. “Staring at your beautiful body. Been waiting to do this all night.”
“You had a taste,” I tease, running my fingers through his hair.
“Not enough.” He kisses one breast and then the other. “Never enough.”
“Oh,” I sigh. “You promised to put your mouth all over me, remember?”
“Still plannin’ to. Give me time to do this right, chickadee.”
The anticipation threatens to kill me. But I trust Rooster to make this good. He’ll make it worth the wait.
His mouth surrounds my nipple and he sucks hard. My back bows off the bed, the sensation shooting south. He buries his head between my breasts. “You smell good.”
“I used whatever was in there.”
“No, it’s you. Missed your scent.” He continues kissing his way down my stomach. “Missed your taste.” He dips his tongue in my belly button and my stomach quivers with laughter.
“That tickles.”
He lightly sweeps his beard over my belly, the sensation sending jolts of electricity over my skin. “Still tickles.”
He moves lower, planting a kiss on my bare mound. His devilish smile returns as he peers up at me. “Let me know if this tickles too.”
Pushing my knees wide, he dives closer, kissing my exposed center. I grab a fistful of his thick hair and twist.
My heels dig into the comforter and my back arches off the bed even higher. He keeps kissing in between murmuring sweet and dirty words. A low moan builds in me.
“What are you doing?” I whisper.
“If you need to ask…” He traces one long, slow stroke of his tongue against my lips, stopping at my clit. He keeps up the teasing licks and kisses until I buck my hips against his face. Finally, he focuses all his attention where I need it most. A delicious tremble starts in my hips, an electric current flowing down my legs until my toes curl. He makes a growly humming noise of encouragement and slowly thrusts two fingers inside me.
“Uh.” My entire body convulses, my legs shaking uncontrollably. I moan even louder. The orgasm building, breaking, crashing through me. I’m overwhelmed with mind-numbing, breath-stealing pleasure.
“That’s it.” He presses feathery kisses to my inner thighs while still working his fingers in and out. “So good.”
“Ugh,” I mumble, not sure my lips can form words. My legs won’t stop shaking with aftershocks. “So much better than my DIY ones.”
Shoot, did I say that out loud?
Rooster’s staring down at me with a smirk on his shiny lips, so yeah, I guess I did say that out loud. “That right?”
A hot flush of embarrassment works over my cheeks and I turn away. “I even have this little bullet vibrator, but I haven’t been able to use because it’s so dang loud.”
Oh, yeah, that was less embarrassing. It’s like the man tongued me stupid.
He squeezes his eyes shut and shakes with laughter.
“I’m serious.” I’d smack one of his granite-hard arms but my hands barely feel connected to my body. What did he do to me?
Done laughing, he leans in and kisses my cheek. “Happy to help anytime you need me.” He reaches down and covers my pussy with one big hand. Still sensitive, I jump from the contact. “What’s wrong? Too much?” he whispers with a devious smile.
“Mmm.” My eyes drift shut. This is why it was easy to turn down any guy who’s shown me a hint of interest over the last few months.
It would’ve been a waste of time.
No man would ever match Rooster’s savage yet somehow gentle way of claiming me.Chapter FifteenRooster
The sun’s barely touched the edges of the curtains when some fucker’s knocking at the door. I jump out of bed, hoping to stop whoever it is before they wake Shelby.
Z grins at me when I swing the door a quarter of the way open. “Morning.”
I yawn, and in an effort to be as disgusting as possible, hoping it’ll chase Z away, dip my hand under the waistband of my shorts and take a long, slow scratch of my balls. “Why are you waking me up at this hour?”