“Tell me what happened,” I said.
Rose looked up at me. “I called a friend, Macie. She never understood it. I should have never called her. I thought if I could get to a hotel and clear my mind, I could figure something out. I went for a walk and when I came back, she was dead. Luke found us. Shot her.”
“Christ,” I said. “Did he follow you here?”
“No. I checked for a tail the entire time. He set me up with it. I’m going to be wanted for murder. And for taking her car. Oh, fuck, Wes, what am I going to do?”
And that was the exact moment I lost my damn mind for good.
I brought my mouth down to Rose’s and kissed her.
Fighting and fucking was all I knew.
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My hands grabbed her ass tight. I lifted her up and she wrapped her legs around my body. Our mouths ravaged one another’s, battling for space, control, breaths. I liked the taste of her lips, the way her soft tongue felt against mine.
Goddamn, she was really something.
I walked right for the bedroom, knowing better than to waste any moment to fuck. In the back of my mind I reminded myself that this woman’s brother was the one who killed Shane. But it wasn’t her. It wasn’t Rose who did.
Rose was innocent in some ways. Probably guilty in others.
But everyone was guilty of something.
I put her on the bed and had my body against hers. She clawed at my shirt, wanting it off. We broke the kiss for a second and then her hands grabbed at my bare skin, her fingertips trailing along my earned muscle. She gripped my jeans and pulled, groaning and thrusting herself at me. She was aching for it.
I grabbed the bottom of her shirt and lifted it up to her chin. My mouth crashed down to the top of her breasts, kissing wildly. My tongue flirted and battled against her damn bra. I tasted the outer edge of her nipple, that little rough skin that was so succulent.
“Fuck,” Rose groaned.
She hurried to arch her back and unsnapped her bra. By then, I was already on the fucking move, working down her body. I tasted her smooth belly. I teased her belly button, feeling her wiggle as she fought the urge to bust out laughing from being tickled. At her pants, I paused and hurried to open them. My hands grabbed at her waist and I pulled. I tore her fucking pants right down her body. Her legs were long and beautiful. My hands gripped her legs and ran up with ease. At her knees I cut to the inside of her thighs and pushed her legs open. Her panties were a light blue color. I could see the wetness already and it drove me mad. Mix that with the sweet scent of her body and I was like an animal. There was no stopping me now.
It was time to feast.
My lips touched her inner thigh and she jumped. One of her hands dug at my hair. Women may have played off that they didn’t like long hair on men, but they loved it when I was between their legs. They had plenty to hold onto as my tongue went rampant.
Rose was no fucking different.
I pressed my tongue against her panties, teasing her a little. My left hand came up and slid her panties to the side. Her tender, pink folds were exposed for my taking. I ran my tongue right between and felt Rose shudder. Goddamn, it had been a long fucking time since someone tasted her like this. And that turned me on even more.
My hands nestled around at her firm ass, lifting her off the bed. My mouth devoured between her thighs, savoring her every groan, thrust, and droplet of sweet wetness that dripped from her body. At one point she put her legs over my shoulders and she was all mine.
I had my fill of her taste and then kissed up to her soft and bare mound. My eyes looked up at a perfect set of tits ripe for attention. I hurried back up her body and wasted no time kissing her. My tongue swirled around her nipple and I suckled, bringing her to a soft cry and pulling her up to a seated position.
That’s when I stood up before her, leaving Rose to have her turn with me.
She was the most beautiful woman I’d ever met in my life. No exaggeration. Watching her tear at my belt and push my jeans down made me grit my teeth. I had to keep my fucking calm though. I couldn’t just explode on her with one pump of her hand.
My dick popped free of my jeans, long and stiff. Her hand gripped at the root, squeezing, sliding her hand up to my tip. I felt myself ready to let go already.
No fucking way, Wes. Don’t you dare.
Rose looked at me. Our eyes devoured each other. We definitely weren’t sure of one another. I couldn’t be sure if I could trust her. And Rose definitely shouldn’t have had any faith in me. But her hand felt good sliding down my shaft. A second later, her lips felt even better, sliding over the tip of my cock and down. She sucked hard and groaned, closing her eyes as she took more of me into her mouth. I hissed and held back from thrusting. I wanted her to work for it.
And she did.