8. Rosalie
EIGHT
Rosalie
I don’t know when exactly I decided Jayce Thorne was going to be mine, but somewhere between him getting hurt and letting me help him, it just…happened. And honestly? I think it’s about time.
Maybe I’m a little crazy for going after him, but my life’s already a mess. What’s one more little detour before it all crashes down anyway? I’ve never been the type to shy away from a challenge, and right now, this feels like the one thing I have to do. Better to try than to never know…
And there he is, sprawled out on his bed like he’s some kind of modern-day Greek god, effortlessly relaxed yet entirely captivating. It’s in the way his eyes flicker when they catch mine. The subtle tension in his posture that betrays his rule-loving thoughts. That damn smirk of his, paired with those ridiculously blue eyes fixed on me. Yeah, I can tell he wants me too. And after all that shit, I just want to feel good again. And if I can’t have drugs, then he’s going to be my drug now. I just need something to take off the edge. I’m drowning in the chaos and he’s my anchor.
Water droplets still cling to my skin as I step out of the tub, my damp hair sticking to my neck. I grab Jay’s towel from the rack and wrap it around me like a seductive armor, ready for battle. My heart races with anticipation as I make my way over to his bed. I’ve wanted this for so long. I can understand why he never wanted me before. But I’m a grown woman now and we’re alone. I won’t let him slip away this time.
“Rosie,” he starts, propping himself on his elbows, watching my every step with a slightly opened mouth.
“Don’t,” I say, putting a finger over my lips, letting the towel slowly drop to the floor. My body is now on full display for him, and I revel in the way his eyes flit over my breasts, to my stomach, to my pussy. “No one has to know, Jay.”
He sits up and my thighs touch his knees.
“Don’t you have a boyfriend?”
“It’s only you who calls him that. I belong to no one,” she murmurs, her voice smooth, dripping with defiance.
Jay sits on the edge of the bed, hands clenched into fists on his thighs, trying to steady himself. His jaw is tight, his breathing uneven, and I know—know he’s holding on by a thread just like I am. I can see it in the way his eyes darken, the way his chest rises and falls just a little too fast.
He opens his legs, and I take a slow step forward, then another, until I’m standing right between his legs. His body stiffens, but he doesn’t move away. Doesn’t stop me.
I lean in, just enough for him to feel my warmth, to make his pulse quicken. My hands move to his shoulders, fingers pressing into the hard muscles beneath his shirt. Oh, he’s so tense, wound so tight. I wonder how long he can keep up this pathetic attempt at restraint.
“You’re shaking,” I whisper, brushing my lips just close enough to his to drive him insane.
Tension radiates off Jay in waves, his chest rising and falling in uneven breaths. His fingers twitch at his sides, curling like he’s fighting the urge to reach for me, to pull me down onto him. Every muscle in his body seems so wound tight, restraint slipping, cracking apart. I see it in his eyes, feel it in the charged air between us—he’s losing the battle.
“Tell me to stop,” I dare. “If you really don’t want this, want me, say it.”
His hands snap up, gripping my hips hard, fingers digging in like he’s been starving for this, for me.
And then it happens.
“Fuck it,” he growls, the words raw, desperate, and in an instant, he pulls me onto his lap, one arm wrapping around my waist, the other tangling into my hair as our mouths collide. The kiss is fire—hungry, frenzied, like a dam breaking after too much pressure. Our bodies crash together, my hands gripping his shoulders as his lips claim mine with a force that steals the breath from my lungs.
There’s no hesitation now.
No restraint.
Only heat, only need, only us.
Yeah, no. We’ve never kissed before, not really. Because this? This, I would have remembered.
“God, Rosie,” he groans between kisses, his hands exploring every inch of my damp skin.
I open my mouth for him, letting his tongue in and doing everything in my willpower not to eat him alive. I swear I would have. This longing. This desire. I’ve never felt anything like this before.
“Jay,” I gasp, my nails digging into his muscular back. Our tongues grow wilder, more primal, as we give in to our most basic instincts. This night isn’t about love or commitment. It’s about forgetting our problems and finding solace in each other’s embrace. And right now that’s all I need.
We can worry tomorrow.
His hands slide under my wet hair, massaging my scalp as he deepens the kiss while he grinds his hard-on against me, letting out a needy groan. I can feel how much he wants me, how much he needs this release. As our tongues dance, I run my hands down his naked chest, feeling the warmth of his skin and all those crazy muscles he’s got there. He cups my ass, squeezing before sliding a hand down to my wet core where I’m aching for him.
“Jay,” I breathe out, arching into his touch.
His fingers trace circles around my entrance before slowly pushing one inside me. The sensation is intense—almost painful but in the best way possible. My walls clench around his finger, gripping him tightly as he begins to thrust in and out of me with short strokes. My back arches off in response and my hips buck against his hand as we settle into a rhythm that has us both panting for air.
I look at him while he fingers me and there’s so much going on in his gaze. When I whimper, he bites his lips. “You have no idea how long I’ve wanted this.”
“Not so long as I have,” I whisper, and he thrusts again.
Jayce bites my neck, trailing down my neck toward my collarbone, nipping lightly at my skin as he continues to work his magic between my legs. Every touch sends shivers down my spine, heightening every nerve ending until I’m certain I’ll explode from the sheer pleasure coursing through me. His other hand finds its way to my breast, teasing and pinching my nipple.
“Yes,” I pant, biting his neck hard as an answer.
“Oh God, Rosie, you’re so fucking tight,” he gasps, sliding in and out of me with that perfect rhythm that sends shivers down my spine. That’s when I reach between my legs, take his hand, and put it in his mouth. His gaze never leaves mine as if silently telling me how hot he thinks this is right before he licks my wetness from his fingers. Slowly and deliberately. Everything tingles from my core to my toes as I watch him take both his index and middle finger in his mouth.
He sucks it.
I let out a moan.
Shit. He looks so freaking hot.
Then he slides back with me still on his hips and lies down, looking up at me. “Ride me.”
Not waiting for a second invitation, I straddle him, feeling the heat of his erection against my damp pussy. Slowly, I lower myself onto him, taking him inside me, inch by glorious inch.
He groans as I stretch him with each delicious penetration. His hands find their way to my hips, guiding me up and down as we both lose ourselves in the sensation. The crisp sheets beneath us rustle with every movement.
Our hips work together in perfect harmony. Jayce’s chest rises and falls rapidly with each breath, his face etched with a mix of pleasure and lust. His grip on my hips tightens as I increase the pace slightly, wanting more than anything for this moment to last forever as I grind my clit against his pelvis.
His hand threads through my hair, fingers curling into it as he pulls me down toward him, and I can feel the tension in his grip, the raw need in it. His lips crash into mine, hungry and insistent, igniting something deep within me. The kiss is nothing like I’ve ever known—it’s rough, desperate. His tongue slides against mine, exploring with an urgency that makes my pulse race, and I lose myself in the heat of it. Jay stole every ounce of my breath away.
It’s as if time stands still, the world fading out, leaving only the taste of him, the scent of his skin, the way his mouth moves against mine. My heart pounds harder, faster, and I can’t help but respond with the same fierce passion, my hands finding their way to his chest, gripping his pecs as if I’m afraid he’ll disappear if I don’t hold on tight enough. It’s wild, and it’s everything—too much and not enough all at once. And in that moment, I can’t imagine ever wanting to stop.
I never want to do anything but kiss him again.
Why does this feel so damn good?
My breasts bounce against his firm chest, and he groans, making me lose my mind with this raw lust he shows me. I close my eyes, savoring the feeling of being so completely connected to him, and kiss him again and again and again.
Every thrust is met with a moan from both our mouths.
And then Jayce’s fingers dig into my hips, encouraging me not to stop, and I don’t. I move my hips fast. The pressure builds inside me until it’s almost unbearable, before exploding in a fiery release that leaves us both gasping again. My walls clench around him over and over as wave after wave of pleasure hit me. The springs of the bed squeak in unison as we move together. And then it hits me—a wave of bliss that takes my breath away.
And when I open my eyes, all I see is Jay’s face contorted in ecstasy, his mouth open in a silent scream as he releases himself into me. It’s beautiful and raw and everything I never knew I needed. Until now.
We lay there for a while afterward, our breathing still heavy, as if we just ran a marathon instead of making love…or fucking…whatever you want to call it. He presses his forehead against mine, our chests rising and falling in sync once more.
As I lie with my head on his chest and one leg draped over his stomach, I whisper his name. “Jay.”
“That’s you telling me you’re on the pill, right?” he rasps, his voice heavy with exhaustion.
I grin against his skin. “Yes, I take the pill.”
“Good God. But I hope you usually ask for a condom when you’re with other men,” he shoots back, his hand lazily tracing patterns along my spine.
“I do. I’m just not worried with you.”
“You should always worry. You should always wear condoms.”
I press a playful kiss to his chest, unable to help myself. “I do. But you’re not the type of guy to give me an STD.”
“You never know.”
“Fine.” I huff dramatically, pulling away slightly. “I’ll never sleep with you again.”
His arm tightens around me, keeping me close. “That might be a good idea. Because if we do this again…I don’t think I’ll ever be able to stop, Rosie.”