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ROSIE

The kitchen is a disaster, my life just blew up in front of my face and I didn’t get to eat my risotto. But all I care about is the man in front of me and the desperate urge to feel him inside me.

I lick into his lips with abandon. It’s messy and unrestrained and I can’t help myself. I want to taste all of him, feel all of him.

His warm hands explore my skin, curving around my backside and tugging me closer to him as if I can mold myself to his body.

His erection presses between my thighs and my eyes nearly roll back, the countertop beneath us as dangerous as a balcony at the edge of a garden.

My glasses bump against his nose and he huffs a laugh against my mouth.

He pulls back just enough to gently peel them off my nose and place them carefully to the side.

I blink as my eyes readjust and I take in his face.

It’s like looking at him in focus, the kitchen a blur behind him.

It’s just him and me. His eyes burn into mine as I brush my hand through the hair falling in front of his face .

The moment he stood up for me, defended me without me even having to ask, the thin control I was holding on my feelings for this man snapped like an elastic band. We’re not just friends, we haven’t been for a while, we’re so much more than that. I want to be more than that.

With a low growl he claims me again, slanting his mouth over mine and stealing my breath. I can’t help the moan that escapes as he presses his lips to mine, widening my mouth as his wicked tongue takes whatever I can give.

I shift just enough to free his shirt from his belt, tugging it up and off his chest.

I take a shaky breath as my hands trace his chest. Solid and strong, I slide my hands along his tight stomach, curling my fingers through the hair on his chest. I’ve seen him enough to have memorized his shape, every tattoo and muscle covering his chest and arms, but it feels different now. It’s more.

“You’re killing me baby,” he groans. “But I want to fuck you in your bed. I want to take my time with you, worship you, wake up with you in my arms. Can I do that, Rosie? Please?”

I think I say yes, or at least nod my head. Whatever I say is lost as I wrap my legs around his waist. My stomach swoops as he carries me out of the kitchen.

“I’m too heavy,” I mumble against his lips, but his arms don’t even shake beneath me as he effortlessly holds my weight.

“Never,” Jackson promises as he nudges open the bedroom door. “If there comes a day I can’t carry you, I need to get back in the gym.” He gently lowers me onto the bed, controlling the movement, and I nearly swoon. “Or because I’m too old and my back doesn’t work the same anymore. ”

I giggle against his lips. “You won’t want to have sex with me when we’re both old.”

“Baby, I’ll be desperate to fuck you every day for the rest of my life.”

I bite my lip at the rush his words shoot through me. I never would have imagined this man would be here, saying these words to me.

He helps me wiggle my jeans off before he lowers himself between the cradle of my thighs and all I can concentrate on is him.

I trace my hands down his chest until his erection is in my hand, thick and hot and heavy.

“I need you inside me,” I say as I stroke him, directing him between my thighs.

He buries his head in my neck with a groan and my pulse flutters under his lips.

His fingers find my clit and I’m almost embarrassed at the sound of my wetness.

“I’ll get a condom,” he says, making to move off me.

“Wait,” I whisper. “We don’t have to.” I feel his cock twitch in my hand and can’t resist stroking it.

“Rosie, are you sure?” he breathes.

“We can’t unbutter the bread,” I say, echoing his words from months ago and he swallows my laugh with grinning lips.

“I’m clean. I haven’t been with anyone since you.”

I nod, desperately. “Please, Jackson, I want to feel you inside me.”

“Is that right?” he purrs, his lips teasing mine. “You want to be full of my come? You want to feel it dripping out of your tight pussy?”

I whimper with need, trying to spread my legs further.

“Yes,” I moan. “Fill me up, Jackson. Please . ”

He lifts up on his knees, staring down at me with a reverence that makes me feel like a goddess.

“Is it okay?” he asks, his hands traveling my body and gently feeling the curve of my stomach as he helps pull my shirt over my head.

I nod, biting my lip. “I uh, I looked into it.”

He looks at me with a grin. “Looked into what, pretty girl?”

I roll my eyes and attempt to hide the flush in my cheeks. “After the first time, I wanted to know if it’s okay for you to use that .” I tilt my head towards his impressive length.

“ Use that ,” he repeats, his smirk growing.

“You know how big you are.”

He opens his mouth, his eyes lit up, ready to say something funny.

“Can you just fuck me already?” I ask as an incredulous laugh bubbles out of me.

He chuckles as he uses his fingers to spread me before him like a feast. “I love the sound of you begging, pretty girl.”

He gently teases the tip of his cock to my clit and I bite back a moan. He nudges his tip at my entrance and suddenly I’m so full I lose my breath. This is better than the first time, better than the ‘hormonal’ hook ups we’ve had the last few weeks.

This is more .

His thumb lightly plays with my clit as he thrusts inside me and my back arches off the bed.

“Play with those pretty tits for me, Rosie.”

I do as he asks, rolling my sensitive nipples between my fingers as he rocks into me, gripping my thighs.

The feel of his hips pistoning into mine, his delicious length hitting just the right spot, his thumb on my clit, and his hands gripping my waist is almost too much. I run my hands along his chest, my nails lightly scratching at his skin.

I want him closer, so I reach my hands up and tug at his shoulders until his body is bracketing mine and his cock is pulsing inside me. The new angle lets me tilt my head up to his, pressing my lips to his and panting into his mouth as he hooks my leg over his hip.

“Fuck, baby, you’re so beautiful,” he says, his hand reaching up to play with my nipple. His thumb flicks against the bud before he reaches between us and thumbs at my clit. I can’t hold back any longer, my legs shaking around him as I come.

He works me through it, rubbing my clit with his hand, his hips pumping into mine. He throws his head back as he comes, his Adam’s apple bobbing as he tenses.

Jackson collapses, careful to keep his weight off me.

We breath together for a few seconds, his arms bracketing me so he doesn’t crush me with his weight.

“I think I just got pregnant again,” I say in his ear and he laughs before capturing my lips in his.

“I think so too.”

I smile into his kiss as he thrusts his rapidly re-hardening cock inside me.