With a shake of my head, I turned on the shower—as cold as it’d go—and jumped under the stream of water, closing my eyes the moment it hit my shoulders.
I shouldn’t be feeling this way for a woman I had met just a few weeks ago. A woman I had promised she’d be safe with me. A woman who had become one of my closest friends.My closest friend.
How had this happened?
Rosie affected me in ways no other woman ever had. I wanted to do things for her, everything and anything if she let me. I wanted to make sure that she was okay. More than okay. Not good, buthappy. That she accomplished whatever she dreamed of. That she was cared for, cherished.
AndGod, I wanted to fuck her. Venerate her body. Give her pleasure. With my hands. My mouth. My cock if I’d ever be so lucky. I wanted to treat her like she deserved to be treated, like a gift.
There was no way around it. All of that was there, bubbling under my skin. Demanding to be appeased.
My hands fell to my hips, and I… God. It had been a long time since I relieved all this pressure.
Our living arrangement had lots of perks, but it also had one big disadvantage: the lack of rooms. Of walls. Privacy. We’d proved as much this morning.
The image of Rosie, shifting in my lap, flashed behind my eyes, setting my skin on fire, making my hand slip low, encouraged by the water falling down the sleek planes of my body. Incapable of stopping myself, I finally gave in to the overpowering need I’d been trying to keep at bay for hours and curled my fingers around my cock.
A groan slipped out of my mouth.
Jesus, I was so fucking hard. I was shocked I hadn’t burst when I’d had her body tucked against my lap. Pinned underneath me.
With a labored breath, I stroked myself, base to tip. And my legs almost buckled beneath me.
Bracing my other hand on the cool and slippery tiles of the shower, I continued fisting my hard length. Slow, rough strokes that had me shut my eyes in pain and relief. Torture and pleasure.
My mind summoned images from that morning when it had been Rosie’s ass stroking me. I pictured myself flipping her on her belly, readying myself to make her scream the way I’d promised her. My fist moved up and down my length, keeping the rhythm as I imagined her taste, the feel of her soft body underneath mine, the pink of her skin, the curl of her lips when I finally gave her the orgasm we both craved.
Me vuelve loco.
She drove me crazy. Just the thought of her did, and I’d tell her myself. I’d gladly watch her squirm out of her skin with lust when I hummed those words in Spanish the way she loved so much. I—
“Lucas?”
Her voice broke through the haze, coiling around me like smoke.
“Rosie?” I replied, longing and surprise coating her name.
Without stopping my hand, because I couldn’t, I just couldn’tstop, I turned around. Rosie stood in the open bathroom doorway, in her coat, her keys dangling off her hand. Her cheeks were a deep shade of pink I wanted to taste with my tongue, and she was transfixed. Her eyes on my fist as it closed around my cock.
“Rosie,mi ángel,” I rasped out, turning my body. Letting her see all of me because I was at her mercy. I wasn’t even ashamed when I told her, “This is what you do to me.”
Her throat bobbed and I saw her whole body reacting to the sight. At me naked, stroking myself under the water stream. The green in her eyes liquefied. Her blush spread. Her mouth turned into a beautifulOI was already fantasizing about. Over my skin, around my hardness, on my mouth.
My cock got harder.
“I can’t stop,” I said, my voice gravel, desperate, forcing my hand to slow down.
Rosie’s gaze met mine. “Don’t stop.” Those glassy eyes confirming that she wasn’t appalled by my lack of control. Not at all. She was excited, flattered. In need. “I heard a cry, and I thought you were hurt.”
I let my forehead drop to the glass door of the shower, a bitter laugh escaping my lips. “I am in pain,ángel.” I pushed away, straightening my back, looking at her straight in her eyes, giving her a show if that was what she wanted. “So much I had to fuck myself.”
She shifted, her gaze returning to my fist. My cock. And I stroked myself harder. Bringing myself closer and closer to the edge. Her eyes moved lower, and I saw the shock, the concern, in her eyes when she noticed the scar on my knee.
“Eyes up, Rosie,” I commanded. I was ready to detonate like a goddamn bomb and I wanted her with me.
She obeyed. And soon, her hand absentmindedly going to her chest, her palm moving down to rest between her breasts.
“You like what you see, Rosie?” I asked her, enraptured by the look of bliss on her face. “You like seeing me like this? Being responsible for it?”