Taking my hand off her breast with what took all my goddamn willpower, I stilled her roughly against me.
I counted down to three.
“Rosie,” I warned her, bringing my mouth to her ear. Grazing my teeth over the sensitive skin, even when I shouldn’t have. “You need to stop that.”
But she didn’t. She moved again, making my cock swell and pulse with a blinding wave of need. “But it feels so good,” she mumbled, sounding out of breath. “Doesn’t it feel good for you, too?”
It did.
“Preciosa,”I growled in her ear. “It feels fucking amazing.” And I shouldn’t have, I really shouldn’t have, but I thrusted against her. Just once. “So good I’ll come in my sweats if you keep this on.”
“That’s not a bad thing,” she answered quickly, need coating her hushed words. “I like that.”
She tried to move again, but I managed to stop that, turning her and pinning her with the full weight of my body. And Ifeltthe shift, the moment it registered in her how much she loved being pinned under me. A moan rumbled in her chest.
I cursed myself.
“You love this, beautiful Rosie?” I heard myself whispering, locking her between me and the mattress. She nodded, her breathing turning labored, hectic. “You love giving me control, having me all over you?” Another nod. And without being able to stop myself, I thrusted against her ass again. One last stroke. The last one. “It’d feel so good if I made you come like this, Rosie.”
Rosie whimpered, loudly this time, making the blood traveling straight to my dick swirl with desperation. I covered her mouth.
And that—
Fuck. That didn’t help, because her body was now melting like fucking butter left out in the sun.
“Rosie,” I said, voice low, so low I didn’t recognize it. “I’m not going to make you come with your brother within earshot. Sorry,preciosa. I’m sorry.”
And I was, God knew I was.
Rosie nodded her head in understanding, and when her eyes opened, I let go of her mouth.
I brushed my lips over her temple. “When I make you come, I’ll want to hear those moans.” I trailed my mouth down until I reached her jaw, and I nibbled at the soft line. I left soft kisses all along that beautiful line. “If I make you come, I need to hear you calling my name.”
And then, I did one of the hardest things I’d ever had to do: I ripped myself off her.
Slowly, I rolled onto my back, my leg thanking me for the shift, and my dick… tenting the comforter.
Rosie turned on her side to face me, eyes roaming up and down my body. She licked her lips, and I heard myself letting out a harsh breath.
“Ángel,”I breathed out. “Keep looking and licking your lips like that but please, please don’t reach out and touch me because I—” I’d lose it. I’d one hundred percent lose it. I wouldn’t fucking care who was in the room. I’d make her scream my name.
“I’ll be good,” she answered.
And why did that make me want to… do bad things to her?
My dick twitched.
Keep it together, I told myself.Think unsexy things. Like trash cans. Or… that time Taco had diarrhea.
“Lucas?”
I glanced back at her, finding her lips curled into a smile, and it hit me like a ton of bricks how beautiful she was in the mornings. In this light. In my bed. “Yeah?”
She tucked her hands beneath her cheek. “I really wish this apartment had a few more walls.”
I huffed a laugh. “Yeah. I’m not a big fan of these fancy Brooklyn studio apartments, either, Ro.”
She chuckled softly.