Page 46 of Accidentally Mine
“There are other things that do that just as well,” I pointed out.“Anyway, the house.I knew the neighborhood.My dad used to take me to the Public Gardens every spring, and we’d ride the boats in the lagoon.He would read meMake Way for Ducklingswhen I was a kid on a park bench in the sun.I found the property, and I thought it was perfect, bought my house four years ago.My master suite overlooks the gardens.”
“My mother read that book to me too, when I was a kid.With all those ducklings.What were their names?Jack, Kack, Lack, Mack, Nack,” she mused as I took hold of her hand and we crossed Boylston.“Can I see?”
I shot her a curious look.“The gardens or my master suite?”
Her hand slipped under my jacket, her fingers raking up my back.She pressed her breast against my side.“I can see the gardens anytime.”
I turned in the middle of the deserted brick sidewalk on Arlington Street and raised an eyebrow at her.“You’re more than welcome to see my master suite any time you like,” I challenged.“Now?”
Her eyes were intent with desire.“Yes, now.”
I took her cheek in my hand.“If I take you there, I’ll want you to stay the night.”
She pressed her lips into my palm, her warm breath lighting a fire in me.“Is there a problem with that?”
Hell.No problem.I’d only been preparing myself to take it slow with her.I didn’t know that once we’d gotten started, we’d be on the fast-track.
“You’re tipsy.I want you to make this decision clear headed.”
She straightened, her face growing serious.“This is all I’ve been able to think about, and since I’m leaving soon, I want to have this…one night.”
It was like a punch in the gut but also the greatest gift I could have received.One night.If that was all we were going to get, I’d take it and do my best to hold onto the memory.
Quiet now, we walked hand in hand toward Beacon Street, things continued to play in my head.She was leaving.She wanted this.And she didn’t want to wait.
Who was I to argue with that?
The Public Gardens were dark when we walked past them, silent, the trees looming on the other side of the road.When we reached my four-story brownstone, its brick Revival style inviting in the muted light, we climbed the short staircase, and she nodded with approval as I dug my keys from my pocket.As we went inside, an excitement was building inside me I hadn’t felt in a long time.
We climbed up all four floors as I gave her the grand tour.She commented and nodded, not seeming impressed with any of it.I intended to save the master suite for last, so I brought her up to the roof.When I turned on the lights, she looked around and laughed.
“Oh, my god.You have a pool on your roof?”
I scratched at the back of my neck.“Uh.It’s actually a really big hot tub.”I motioned her toward the edge of the roof, and we peered down into the darkness of the gardens.“You can’t see it now because it’s dark, but I’m right across the street from theMake Way for Ducklingssculpture.”
She shook her head in awe.“I’m just speechless.I mean.Wow.You really didn’t need to show me all this to impress me.I’m already impressed.”
“I’m not showing this to impress you,” I said.“It makes no difference to me what you think of where I live.”
She looked confused, possibly a little hurt.“Okay.That’s good, I guess.”
“Roselynn,” I rasped out, dragging my hands down her bare arms.“I don’t bring women here.I’m showing you all this because I want you to feel at home, and to know me better.Before I make love to you tonight.But you’re killing me, and I don’t know if I can wait until we make it to the master suite.So which will it be?The bed, or here?”
Before she could answer, I pulled her flush against me and sank my mouth down upon her sweet, waiting lips.
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Roselynn
One moment he was leading me around his incredible place, room after room looking more like a showroom than a bachelor pad, but the only thing I could really focus on was him.Dressed in slacks and white shirt, they showed off his athletic, masculine parts.Perfect ass.Broad chest.I couldn’t focus, my eyes continually being drawn to the bulge behind the zipper of those pants.
I was going to explode from my needful curiosity.
So when he turned and told me he was going to make love to me tonight, I didn’t hesitate for a moment.And I didn’t need to choose a place.A gutter would’ve worked fine.All I wanted was his skin against mine.
He pulled me to him, and my breasts were pressed against his chest as his mouth slammed over mine.Crushing my lips.Walking me backward, a thrill shot through me when my back pressed against the wall of his rooftop balcony.Would it be right here, against the wall?His hands were warm and rough as they smoothed over my back, the kiss turning hot and feverish, his mouth wickedly delicious.
I suddenly felt like I’d been starved, without even knowing what I’d been missing.I sucked on his tongue hungrily, unable to get enough.
