Page 14 of The Edge of Intensity

Though, her heart will be mine, no doubt. I’m not giving her up, not when we’ve barely gotten started. One taste made me realize this is the woman who has everything I admire in an old lady. She might think she has issues, but it makes her unique. I admire the way she lives her life and manages to thrive in her career.

She’s my match, and I won’t let anything or anyone stand in my way to explore a future with this woman.

CHAPTER SEVEN

– EASTLYNNE –

“Did I enter the Twilight Zone or have you decided overnight it’s worth facing your fears and anxiety? ’Cause I just saw someone sleeping in your bed and since you’re standing here, I know it wasn’t you sleeping in there,” Cosima states as she strolls into the kitchen. “Or did you order a blow up doll for some practice before you go for the real thing? You do know they have vibrators, right? Less space, more efficient and all.”

I tear my gaze away from the window and take a sip of my coffee before I can think of how to answer her. Placing my mug on the counter, I decide to share some of my thoughts because it’s a rambling mess inside my head.

“I made him shower first. He tried to put his shirt and boxers on, something about not wanting me to think he’d demand sex. They were dirty and my bed was clean. I forced him to be naked.” I bite my nail to stop the rambling, but the dam seems to be broken when I add, “We didn’t have sex, and I slept really good, all warm and cozy in his arms. He gave me an orgasm when we were in the stables last night. Not very sanitary, but he shuts out the havoc and turns it into static when he kisses me.”

Cosima wanders to the coffee pot, grabs one of the mugs from the cabinet, fills it, and takes a few sips. I keep staring at her while I’m now feeling self-conscious and wonder if the oversharing was a huge mistake.

She places her mug next to mine and gives me a grin. “Static is good. Orgasms too. The whole need to get naked in bed because it’s clean and no worn clothes getting near it part? Brilliant, sis. I need to remember that one and will use it if I can get a hot man to spend the night. But then again, if I have a guy over it will be for sex so we’d definitely be naked.”

I release the breath I didn’t realize I was holding. “He wants me to be his old lady.” I frown and rephrase. “He told me I’m his old lady, but I don’t know if I can handle being around all those…brothers.”

My sister waves her hand and grabs her coffee again. “Nonsense. You’ve made new friends over the years while working on jobs. You might block those parts out and ignore most people, but you’re not completely dysfunctional. I’m still here, Mom too for that matter. You wouldn’t have let Rourke give you an orgasm if you didn’t have–” She frowns. “Wait. We are talking about Rourke, right?”

“Yes,” I gasp in outrage. “I wouldn’t let anyone else this close.”

Cosima points a finger at me. “Right. That right there makes him special, sis. He’s managed to make you open up to him. Rourke doesn’t seem like the type of guy who would spend days getting to know someone just for a little action between the sheets. Oh, and like you mentioned, you didn’t even get action between the sheets. Good girl, taking a page from my book, getting action outside of the bedroom.”

I groan at the reminder of our earlier discussion about how Cosima had her own kink when it comes to sex.

Grabbing my empty mug and the coffee pot, I tell her as I let the dark liquid flow, “I need more coffee and this discussion is over.”

Laughter bubbles from her. “Whatever. Just know I’m happy for you, and very proud, sis. Now, I’m going to groom me some horses and clean some stables.”

“I’ll help,” I offer.

Shaking her head, she points at the hallway. “Naked man in your bed, woman. Go and seize the day, dick, whatever gives you an orgasm first. Go, hustle hussy.”

My jaw drops and more laughter flows from her as she dashes out the back door. I’m still staring at the door when I hear footsteps coming down the hallway.

“Mornin’, darlin’,” Rourke rumbles as he strides toward me.

He places a kiss on the top of my head, and steals my mug to take a sip before he hands it back.

“Hey,” I manage in a soft whisper.

How can he render me speechless? Maybe it’s his muscles, covered with tattoos, his scruffy jaw, blue eyes, the rough hands that are gripping my hips as he leans in close. Any, all, or maybe it’s the fact that I’ve let him in and know I’m safe in his arms and can be myself completely. He never holds judgment and indulges my weird demands.

“I like you,” I blurt.

His husky chuckle makes me realize how corny that sounds, even to my own ears.

“Good, ’cause I more than like you, Eastlynne,” he murmurs and nips my bottom lip before kissing me hard.

I let my fingers glide over his muscles and love the way his warm skin feels under my palms. He grips my waist and without any effort, he lifts me up and onto the counter. He steps between my legs and without thinking I wrap them around his waist.

He doesn’t give me a chance to think; he simply frees me from my mind and lets me feel. I automatically raise my arms when he tugs my shirt free and over my head to let it drop onto the floor. His mouth goes straight to my nipple.

A hungry growl vibrates through him and the feeling makes my nipples harden as a moan slips from me. His hand teases my other nipple and I let my fingers sink into his light blond hair to keep his mouth where I need him.

Electricity is sparking through my veins and warmth settles low in my body. I want the same pleasure he gave me yesterday. Except this time, I want to feel him inside me when I explode.

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