Page 23 of The Wish List
I felt the warmth of her skin as she flushed. It amazed me that such a sweet woman could turn into a passionate lover one moment, then blush the next. It was intoxicating.
“Jesus, you turn me on,” I groaned into her mouth. “I’ve never felt like this, Rosie. Ever.”
“I want you,” she breathed. “Again.”
It was music to my ears. I kissed her until she was shaking with desire, then pulled her onto my thighs. “Ride me.”
“I’ve never…”
If anything, those two words turned me on more. I loved knowing she was inexperienced. That I was the first man showing her all these things. She was a fast study.
I grasped my cock, sliding into her inch by inch until I was fully enveloped by her. Our bodies were so tightly connected it was incredible. I was deeper in her than I had ever been. I gripped her hips, encouraging her to move. She was slow at first, finding her rhythm, then she began to whimper, undulating her hips, moving easily, taking all of me.
“Grab the back of the sofa,” I instructed, my voice rough. “Lean forward.”
She did, and I sucked at her breasts, the new angle stimulating and different. I slipped a hand between us, stroking her hard clit, making her tremble. I thrust up, needing to be closer, wanting more. She rode me faster, her breathing picking up and the sounds she made becoming needier and louder.
I covered her mouth, and she licked at my palm before biting down, her teeth rubbing my flesh. She stiffened and came hard, strangling my cock, setting off my own orgasm. I shut my eyes, lost to the sensations. Her body, her sounds, the feel of her around me. The scent of her, me, us swirling in the air.
And then she collapsed on top of me. We were a mass of arms and legs, sweaty bodies, and stickiness. I held her close, chuckling when she lifted her head. “I need a shower.”
“Go,” I encouraged. “I’ll follow.”
“Okay.” She pressed a kiss to my mouth, and I held her close, keeping her there until I was satisfied. At least as satisfied as I could feel right now.
I watched with a grin as she lifted off me and headed to the small bathroom.
I had a feeling I might never be satisfied when it came to Rosie.
CHAPTERSIX
ROSIE
The next two days were filled with a contentment and rhythm I had never experienced. The three of us were like a little family. The days were spent wandering around, eating in restaurants—not fancy places, but ones AJ and I enjoyed. The kinds of places I could afford once in a while as a treat if I put in extra calls or was given a gift card at work for a bonus. Asher never once pulled a face, made a disrespectful remark, or informed me he wanted to go elsewhere. We played in the snow, went to the park, watched movies on my little TV, snuggled while AJ played with his new toys, and took naps. Glorious, wonderful naps, wrapped in Asher’s arms, his warm body close, his even breathing on my skin. Invariably, AJ would wake first, but he seemed happy to play or watch a cartoon while Asher and I looked over at him from the sofa.
The mornings were lazy, Asher cooking breakfast and the coffee ready when I woke. The nights were incredible. Once AJ was out, Asher had me in bed, doing all the things he whispered to me during the day he had planned that night. He was an incredible lover, giving and patient. Never angry if we heard AJ and I had to check on him. He was inventive and gentle. Passionate and intense. I never knew which Asher would greet me after I tucked AJ in, but I liked all of them.
I had no idea what was happening between us. What would happen once the holidays were over. But my entire life, I had done what was expected of me, played by the rules, and it got me nowhere. I was worried about AJ and how fond he was already of Asher, but there was little I could do about it. Asher asked me to trust him, and I did. I hoped, somehow, we would fit into Asher’s life once reality set in.
If we didn’t, I would care for my son and move on.
I tried to ignore the little voice in my head that asked who would look after me. Asher would be incredibly difficult to move past.
So even though the odds were against us, I refused to think about that.
I woke up in the morning, hearing Asher’s low voice in the kitchen.
“I just didn’t expect you back so soon, Suzy.”
I sat up, pulling my legs to my chest. My heart sank. His sister was home, with his niece. He had told me he would be going to see them for a few days but didn’t expect them back until the new year. We had plans for a fun evening on New Year’s, but listening, I knew it wouldn’t be happening now.
“Of course I’ll come. I promised Bonnie I would, and I don’t break my promises. But why the place in Quebec?”
There was silence, and I heard his sigh. “I see. Makes sense. I’ll see you tomorrow, then.”
Again, there was silence as he listened. “No,” he said firmly. “I’ll drive myself, and I’ll see you tomorrow. I have something I have to take care of first.”
I heard his phone hit the table, and I shut my eyes at the pain that swelled. He had to take care of us first. Would he be saying “see you soon,” or would it be a “this was a fun break, take care of yourself,” sort of farewell?
