Did she think I felt like I needed to worry? Did she not see that this came naturally to me? That I couldn’t control it, even if I wanted to?
Before I could voice any of those questions, I felt her head move out from under my chin. “You’re so incredible that you even shutyour eyes so you wouldn’t get a glimpse of me in my underwear.” Her voice sounded off, and concern zipped straight into my gut. “I didn’t even ask you to do that.”
“Because you don’t have to ask me, Rosie.”
I felt her shiver in my arms. Then, her body started shaking under my hands, against my chest. My brain flipped into autopilot and I tried to pull her back to me, to heat her skin in any way I could.
But she resisted.
“You’re shaking, Rosie.” I didn’t even recognize my voice for a second. It had been a long time since I’d sounded so… desperate. Pleading. But I wasn’t ashamed of any of those emotions, so I patted my chest with one fist. “Come here. Let me keep you warm.”
But I didn’t feel her move. Didn’t even hear her speak for several moments.
Until she said, “Open your eyes, Lucas.”
My head gave a curt shake. “No.”
Hands still holding on to the front of my vest, she pulled at it, bringing me closer to her. Making my pulse thrum faster. Wilder.
“This is what I meant earlier today,” she said. “When you told me you left the apartment so I’d change. That you didn’t want to see me running around in my undergarments.”
I remembered, of course I did.
“Would it be so bad? You looking at me?” Her voice had a quality that I didn’t like, as if I’d hurt her. Something I couldn’t stand but didn’t know how to fix.
She pulled at me again, bringing me even closer to her. Ripping at my restraint.
Now I felt the outline of her body—the curve of her breasts, the dip of her stomach—against me, pushing me to my very limit.
And when she said, “I want you to open your eyes, Lucas. I need you to.”
I need you to.
It was thatneedthat killed me, knowing that she needed me, wanted me, to do something for her. My willpower good and done.I was long past the point where I could play the noble friend anymore.
My restraint snapped.
And I opened my fucking eyes.
My gaze bathed in the sight before me. Of Rosie, in nothing but her underwear, all curls framing her beautiful face, all plush curves that called out to me. To touch her—not like I’d done at any point in the past—but to learn her. To let my hands roam leisurely along her skin until there wasn’t an inch I didn’t know by heart.
She was gorgeous. Stunning. Everything and anything a man could want. And she was looking at me as if bracing herself to see me bolt when I’d do anything to stay.
“Rosie,” I said after I caught my goddamn breath. “If you think this is something I don’t want to see, then you have me figured out all wrong.”
Her lips parted with surprise.
Surprise.
I shook my head, and because my restraint was gone, I finally, openly, let my gaze take their fill. My eyes ran down her smooth neck, taking in the soft curve of her shoulder and reaching the swell of her breasts, hardly contained by a matching black lace bra.
Because my restraint had vanished, I also allowed myself to touch her—finally, fucking finally—to circle her waist with my hands, feeling her warm and supple under them, to wrap my palms around her sides so I could move her as I pleased.
Rosie’s breath left her in a puff, and she took hold of my shoulders.
My hands traveled up, until my thumbs were brushing the underswell of her breasts. “Do you think I don’t want to see these?” The tips of my fingers grazed her again, the contact through the lace already doing mad, crazy things to me. “Touch you like this?”
Rosie arched her back in answer, bringing herself closer, and my dick twitched in my pants at the sight, the nearness of her body.