Besides, I had been counting on Lina dropping Taco off soon after Rosie departed. Of course, Lina, being the dog-hogger she was, had rescheduled. And now the plan was that Lina would bring Taco here later today when she picked us up to move Rosie’s stuff back to her apartment. Because Rosie was leaving today. She was going back to her place.
And I was coming with her. Unfortunately, not in the way I wanted. I was only going to help, even though I wasn’t going to be of much help. But I… needed to see her back to her apartment. Make sure everything was mended and sorted. See for myself that she’d be safe. Okay.
Liar, a voice in my head claimed. What you want is an excuse to spend more time with her. An excuse to haul her back here, with you, if something in her apartment is marginally out of order.
Yes. Yes. Because after kissing her and having her sleeping beside me, it was hard to ignore this part of me, this beating, pulsing, emotion inside of me, that wanted Rosie. Wanted her badly.
And now… now I was hard again. Just like I’d been the whole day, but worse, because now my head was busy with thoughts of her moving back to her place, of not seeing her anymore.
With a shaky sigh, I checked my watch and noticed I at least had some time before Rosie was back from Philly and Lina came over with Taco.
A shower. Cold. I needed to cool off before either of them showed up.
Slipping inside the bathroom in a rush, I undressed myself. I took a good look in the mirror, pointed a finger at my reflection. “Contrólate, Lucas,” I told my reflection, as if it would help. “You’re being a horny idiot, and this cannot stand.”
But the need in my expression didn’t get any duller and my dick didn’t get any less hard.
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, but happy. That she accomplished whatever she dreamed of. That she was cared for, cherished.
And God, 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’t stop, 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.