Dear Rosie, (Love Letters #2)

16. Nate

SIXTEEN

NATE

My mouth crashes down on hers again, only this time she battles me for control.

It’s frantic.

Hungry.

Passionate.

Exactly what I hoped for from this little sexpot.

Her body is warm and soft, and I want to strip her fucking naked.

I want to inspect every inch of her.

But not yet. Not in this pantry.

But later.

I need to get at least one orgasm out of her. After that, she’ll be more relaxed.

Then we can go somewhere else for rounds two and three.