Chapter 18 Sam
SAM
I somehow manage to wrangle a golf cart and steal a blanket from the library so Rosie can cover her legs from the chill that has settled. The visual of her sitting beside me wrapped in my jacket has my cock tenting the kilt.
I’ve barely put the cart into park before I’m dragging her across the bench seat and back into my arms.
The second her lips touched mine, I berated myself for even trying to hold off. I’d feel selfish if she didn’t seem to be enjoying herself just as much. Hell, she took charge, scrambling my brain in the process.
I hadn’t locked my door, and I’m damn happy about that as I keep her body tight against mine with one arm while I work the door open with my free hand.
Stumbling through the entrance, I manage to regain my balance right as I’m kicking off my shoes. Within three strides I’m ducking through the low door to the bedroom and depositing Rosie onto the bed, which thankfully someone had been in to make at some point today.
She leans back, her eyes tracking slowly from my head to my feet.
“You’re fucking beautiful,” I breathe and then watch in awe as she shimmies out of the jacket then reaches for the bottom of her sweatshirt and pulls it right off. I’ve never met someone like her. Never been with someone who doesn’t act all coy and shy.
She knows exactly what she wants from me, and it’s fucking hot.
“Let’s go, big boy, lose the shirt.” She gestures at my body, leaning back seductively on her elbows.
I do as I’m told and begin working on my buttons, except my fingers are not cooperating with the finicky process. She’s sitting there, topless, and waiting for me, and so I do the only logical thing I can think of: I give up and rip the damn thing off my body.
Rosie shrieks as buttons bounce off of every surface in the room, and I’m about to apologize when I realize she’s laughing.
“That was hot,” she says, slipping her thumbs into her shorts and making quick work of those too.
She slides back, putting more distance between us, eyes trailing slowly up and down my body, openly admiring what she sees.
“Wearing anything under that?”
I shake my head and watch as she draws her bottom lip between her teeth, eyes glued to my waist. When I rest my hands on my hips she swallows as if I’m a glass of water and she’s desperate for a drink. It feels good to have my ego stroked by someone I want this much.
“Wait,” she says on a breath when I hook my thumbs into the top of the kilt, preparing to pull it off. “I just need another minute.”
“Take as long as you need, gorgeous.” I laugh.
“Okay, lose it,” she commands after what feels like ten minutes of silence. I like how she says it. The conviction in her voice is a fucking turn-on.
I keep eye contact as I work the kilt off, eventually dropping it to the floor and standing there bared for her.
“Damn,” she purrs as her tongue sneaks out to wet her lips, making my cock twitch in the process. She crooks a finger, beckoning me to her, and I move as if hypnotized.
She spreads her legs and I crawl up the bed to kneel between them.
I don’t know what to do first. It’s like I’ve been given free rein of an amusement park with a skip-the line pass.
Leaning forward, I set my hands down on either side of her chest and follow her down until her head meets the mattress. Kissing her seems like a good start.
We kiss for a few minutes, no hands exploring or other body parts touching, just our mouths getting reacquainted. And mother of all things, how am I supposed to move on from kissing her?
I nearly jump out of my skin when her fingers brush up my sides but keep kissing her while my senses catch up with different parts of my body.
I bend lower, moving my lips to her neck and begin a torturously slow journey south, listening closely to how she responds to every move I make.
Learning as I go so that next time I’m better prepared.
Next time, hell, the thought of a next time makes me nearly giddy with lust. I don’t even allow reality to play a role here.
There won’t be a next time but a guy can dream.
She gasps when I take a nipple between my teeth, giggles when I blow next to her belly button, moans when I drop a kiss to the curve of her hip.
Her legs widen before I can ask, and I look up to find her eyes full of need, breath unsteady as I slowly lower my head, keeping my eyes on hers as I taste her for the first time.
“Oh god,” she whimpers. “Yes.”
Oh, god yes, indeed, I think as I push forward, burying my face between her legs, practically rutting against the bed to appease my demanding cock.
My right hand wraps around her thigh, holding her open, while my left kneads her breast as she writhes under my touch.
There’s no warning when she comes, but I love how she pushes herself harder against me, her hand grasping my hair so hard it’s almost painful. It’s the hottest surprise, and I have to pull my lower half away from the bed so I don’t come immediately.
When she relaxes, I don’t move away. I keep going, pushing my tongue into her, getting my fill until she’s tensing and quaking again.
“Holy god!” she pants.
Reluctantly pushing back, I slowly rise above her, watching as she blinks rapidly up at me. “I like the way you pray, Rosie.”
As if on cue, she blushes, a perfect pink rose blooming below me.
Then I notice something that stops my breath. A tear slipping over her temple, at odds with the soft smile on her lips.
I search her face, afraid of asking what’s wrong, but she shakes her head, a laugh bubbling out as her breathing returns to normal.
“I’m not sad,” she says. “I swear. I forgot how good it feels when someone else makes me… um… come.”
Right, dead husband. Has she not been with anyone since?
“How long?” I dare to ask.
She stares back, her blush deepening.
“Two nights before…” She trails off, looking away. “I’m sorry if that puts undue pressure on you. But gold stars.” She looks back at me. Her pretty lips parted, begging for mine.
I don’t bother telling her I don’t feel pressure. I show her.
Her arms wrap around me, dragging me down when our lips meet, and I don’t fight it. I let some of my weight settle on her when she hitches her right leg up my hip.
This is dangerous. One tiny shift and I’ll slip inside, and god do I want that right now. When my cock brushes over her clit, she moans, and I dip my hips lower, pressing harder against her.
“I need… please,” she begs, pulling me harder against her.
The temptation to give in is all encompassing, but logic somehow prevails, and I draw back.
“Let me get a condom,” I tell her.
Colin had jokingly stashed a handful in my bag with a note telling me to always be prepared. I’d kiss him if I didn’t have someone better to be kissing at the moment.
Her eyes widen as if it hadn’t dawned on her. “You’re right,” she swallows, throwing an arm over her face. “Oh my god, sorry.” She groans, and I can’t help but laugh.
“That’s the last apology you’re allowed to use tonight,” I scold, skating my fingers down her leg as I slip off the bed. “And I’m not accepting this one either.”
Rosie’s eyes trail down my body, studying me while I rip into the condom and roll it on. If I wasn’t so desperate to be inside her, I would have crawled back onto the bed and taken my time. Maybe had her do it for me. But maybe we can do that for round two.
Her legs spread wide the second my right knee lands on the mattress, pelvis tilting, inviting me forward, and it is not an invitation I’ll be declining any time soon.
I keep my eyes on hers as I push into her heat.
Blue eyes widen, crinkling at the corners when she smiles in relief.
It’s not an expression one expects, and yet it’s welcome knowing her story.
A stuttered little breath makes me smile as I withdraw to the tip and then push back in with one smooth motion.
Nails scrape across my back, and between the sensation of the scratches and the tightness engulfing my cock, I need to take a deep breath to keep myself from driving into her harder. Fucking her the way my body wants to.
When her fingers find the back of my neck, tingling sensations race across my skin as she pulls me down to her waiting lips.
I’m breathless by this point as she steals all of my oxygen. I should pull back so I can breathe, but I can’t seem to make my body listen. This all feels too good. She feels too damn good.
Thankfully, Rosie breaks away first, throwing her head back with a gasp lined with a whine as her nails dig into my shoulders.
Fucking mark me, I silently beg. Leave evidence that this was real.
I swear I feel her orgasm ripple through my body, which triggers mine. I give up fighting it and slam into her, holding myself in place as my body shudders, the world turning red behind my eyelids.
When I finally open them, I find wide blue eyes staring up at me. No tears in sight. Just a beautiful smile bordered by swollen, well-kissed lips. A thrill zips through me knowing that I did that.
We stare at each other while trying to catch our breath, and when I’m confident I’ve taken enough oxygen back into my lungs, I drop my head to lay kisses along her jaw, moving lower as I ease out of her heat, which feels wrong immediately.
The real world comes rushing back.
My responsibilities back home. Rosie with her daughter living on the other side of the country. A broken promise I made myself about wedding hookups. A wave of disappointment that that’s all this can be.
A hand gently stroking my beard brings my attention back to the beautiful woman below me. Her smile, fading as I’m sure realization of what this is, sets in for her as well.
“Thank you,” she says, and I’m so fucking happy it’s not another apology.
“I feel like I should be the one thanking you.” I chuckle, rolling off of her and then the bed, removing the condom as I walk to the bathroom.
I allow myself to look in the mirror, and I’m shocked to discover that I don’t look disappointed. No, there is no evidence of a frown or grimace on my face. I look content. It is not the face of someone filled with regret.