Page 103 of Saved By A God
I tilt my head. “Is that something you struggle with? Making yourself come.”
She lifts an eyebrow and glances down. “Wow, talk about giving me whiplash. Going from making my toes curl to making me want to crawl under a rock.”
Lifting my hands, I frame her face. “I just want to know so I can make things perfect for you,bella mia.”
Rosie takes a deep breath and lets it out slowly before she admits, “I don’t think it’s something I struggle with. Sometimes I get it right in a couple of minutes and other times nothing I do works.” She shrugs again, but then something changes in her eyes, and she begins to look vulnerable. “It always feels empty and cold with a vibrator.”
I hate that for her. So fucking much.
“Are you okay with me touching you?” I ask.
Her gaze flits over my face, then she nods. “Can I touch you too?”
“Anytime. Anywhere.” I lean into her. “I’m yours,bella mia, and would love to feel your hands on me.”
Shifting forward on my lap, she presses her mouth to mine while her hands brush up and down my chest. Within a split second, I’m absorbed in her, and as our tongues dance to our own unique tune, I knead her lips and bite her bottom lip to my heart’s content.
I move a hand to her hip and push the other beneath her shirt. Trailing my fingers up her spine and over the dragon inked into her soft skin, a satisfied groan rumbles from my chest.
I’m a bit out of practice, but when I manage to unsnap her bra, a grin forms on my face. Breaking the kiss, I shove her shirt and the lace over her head and drop it on the couch.
Rosie’s chest rises and falls way too fucking fast, and her hair is tousled.
Fuck. I’ve never seen anything more sexy in my life.
When I place my hands on her ribs, I look down, and Christ, the sight of her breasts has my cock jerking behind the zipper of my jeans.
In complete awe of her, I move my hands up until my palms cover her perfect swells, and when I brush my thumbs over her nipples, I watch as goose bumps erupt on her skin.
I take in every beautiful inch of her before ducking my head and pressing a kiss to her shoulder. My lips move to a freckle above her left breast, and when I drag them over her nipple, she pushes a hand into my hair.
I feel her breath before she kisses my temple, and the instant I suck her nipple into my mouth, she gasps.
Fuck, I just want to worship her.
Rosie yanks at my shirt, and I let her pull it over my head, then our mouths collide again. Hooking an arm around her, I squash her breasts to my chest, and we both groan from how good it feels.
She breaks the kiss and pulls back, then looking down, her fingertips trail over the ink on my chest and shoulders. “This is why I got the dragon tattoo on my back,” she admits softly, her gaze darting to mine. “Is it creepy?”
I shake my head. “Not at all.”
She got a dragon to match mine. I fucking like that a lot.
Rosie caresses the ridges of my abs, and when she looks at me again, her eyes narrow slightly. “Since when have you loved me?”
I think for a moment, slowly brushing my palms up and down her sides. “Remember the day I threw you in the pool?” Once she nods, I continue, “When you surfaced and coughed like that while struggling to breathe, my heart all but stopped. I jumped in and felt how fucking cold the water was, and after hauling you out… There was a moment you couldn’t get air into your lungs, and it put the fear of God in me.” I move a hand up to cup her jaw, my gaze staring deep into hers as she hangs on my every word. “That’s when I realized you were much more important to me than I had thought.”
I take a deep breath before I get to what she actually wants to hear. “The day I came to you after learning I’d tortured Yuki instead of some guy, I realized I loved you because wheneverything inside me was falling apart, you were the person I needed. You’re the only one who can quiet the noise in my head.”
A smile curves Rosie’s mouth. “That happened years ago.”
I nod. “We were already in a routine, and our friendship remained the most important thing to me.” I brush my thumb over her skin. “I couldn’t risk losing you at the time.” The hell of losing Rosie for two and a half months shudders through me. “And now I can’t live without you. Not a single fucking day.”
She leans in and presses a tender kiss to my mouth before combing her fingers through my hair and looking at me like I hung the fucking moon.
“Never stop looking at me like that,” I beg before I seal our mouths together and get lost in kissing my woman.
Chapter 27
