My forehead fell on hers, and I waited for her to open her eyes once again to resume my own strokes. She licked her parted lips as I thrusted into my hand, roughly, as roughly as I ever did, my spine tightening, everything coiling in down, bringing me to my limit. “This is what you do to me, Rosie.”
Her hands fell on my shoulders, moved to my pecs, her nails grazed my skin down my stomach.
I hissed a breath, fisting myself desperately, nothing but need left. “Can I come on you, Rosie,ángel, please?”
“Yes,”she breathed out. “Yes.”
Rosie lifted her shirt, forcing the rest of the buttons open, and I stroked my cock one more time before bursting. With a hoarse groan, I came on her smooth skin, squeezing until the last drop with my fist. Wishing I was inside of her. Wishing this would have lasted for hours, for days.
“Rosie,” I breathed out, bracing myself on the wall behind herhead, feeling my dick still pulsing with release, watching the water wash my spent from her stomach.“Estoy a tus pies. A tus pies, preciosa.”
We stood under the stream, foreheads together and heaving chests for a long time, until eventually I turned the water off and picked her up in my arms without another word. My leg complained, and Rosie noticed, demanding to be put down, but I refused. I didn’t have much time left with her, and that made me reckless. That was probably why instead of letting go of her, instead of putting distance between us and talk about what had just happened, I placed her on the ground and stripped her of her wet clothes. I kissed her lips again. I helped her putting fresh clothes on. And then, I let her do the same to me.
Because time was working against me, now. Everything was. And perhaps, it had always been.
CHAPTER TWENTY-SEVEN
Rosie
“Ibarely brushed the curb. You’re making it look like I drove over a… squirrel or something.”
I chuckled.
“A squirrel? Really?” Lucas asked.
Lina shot him a look.
“It could happen.” Then, she lowered her voice to a whisper, eyeing Taco. “I didn’t want to use a p-u-p as an example, okay?”
Taco whimpered at my side, and the man I’d spent an outrageous amount of time checking out on our drive to my place muttered under his breath, “Whatever. I’m not covering for you with Aaron. I like him and I’m sure there’s some bro-code I’d be breaking.”
“Oh,” I added. “I’m not covering for you, either, sorry.”
Lina rolled her eyes. “Aaron knew what he was doing when he let me borrow his car. He’s the one who told me I shouldn’t be scared of New York traffic,smart-asses.”
Lucas grazed his hand over the small of my back, bringing a powerful rush of awareness to my skin even at that brief of a touch.
“Sure,” he said, going for the bag that was hanging off myshoulder. “It’s New York’s traffic who should be terrified,” he said, looking at me. “Of her.”
Letting out a laugh, I shook my head. These two were ridiculous, and there was no way I was surrendering the bag to him.
Lucas narrowed his eyes.
“Funny,” Lina said from the trunk of Aaron’s car. “Someone’s eaten a little clown today.”
Lucas ignored Lina’s comment and went for the suitcase resting at my feet.
I did, too, because I only had an idea what she might have meant. Plus, I was too busy pinning Lucas with another hard look. I lowered my voice. “You shouldn’t be taking anything heavy.”
He seemed ready to fight me, but he said, “You’re right.”
“Told you, I’m always right,” I murmured, my lips twitching. Then, I took the handle from him. “Gimme.”
“Nope,” he shot back, and picked the bag anyways. “You’re right, but that doesn’t mean I’m going to let you carry all this weight up the stairs.” He shrugged, and it was my turn to narrow my eyes, giving him my meanest face. “That look is not deterring me, Rosie.” He came close and added only so I could hear it, “It’s only making me hard.”
My lips parted, and I…
I hadn’t expected him to say that, but I liked that he had. A lot.Too much.