Page 78 of Dear Rosie

Pinching my other nipple.

Cupping my breasts.

Squeezing my ass.

It’s all so much.

Those six years might as well be a lifetime, because no one has ever touched me like this.

No one has ever touched me like they might die if they don’t touch all of me.

Fingers curl around the band of my thong and start to tug it down.

I shift, helping him get them off, and I know the moment he sees the evidence of my arousal.

“Jesus, you’re fucking perfect,” Nathan growls as he applies pressure to my ankle.

I lift my foot, letting the pant leg and thong slip free.

Then I repeat the process until I’m standing completely naked in front of a kneeling Nathan.

He leans back onto his heels with my damp panties balled in his fist. “Red fucking curls,” he groans.

I squeeze my thighs together.

I hadn’t thought to worry about my shaving status, but it sounds like he approves.

He moves his eyes up to meet mine. “Are you on birth control?”

I wet my lips and nod.

I can’t form words. Not while Nathan brings my thong up to his face and inhales.

His eyes shut, and he moans.

“You’re turning me into a fucking freak, Rosie.” He shoves the garment into his pocket and opens his eyes. “And I don’t even care.”

My mouth is open.

He just sniffed my underwear.

And… and Christ, why was that so fucking hot?

Nathan grips my hips again, and as he leans forward to press a kiss to my stomach, he slides his hands across my ass cheeks and down around to the juncture between my thighs.

His fingers find slickness, and I jolt at the touch.

He doesn’t ease up, though.

He doesn’t pull his fingers back or still.

He slides them farther between my legs, teasing my entrance.

“Six fucking years,” Nathan murmurs against my skin. “The first thing you’re going to feel in this tight slit is my cock. Not my finger.”

A tongue drags over my nipple, and I snap my eyes open, not remembering closing them.

Not my finger.

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