Stealing Rose (The Fowler Sisters 2)

God. Not only is he gorgeous and sexy and amazingly talented with his mouth and fingers, he’s also funny. I try my best to withhold the smile that wants to break free, but it’s no use. The minute he sees it, he grins in return and his hands go to my sides, tickling me.

My weakness. I try to roll away from him again but he’s not having it. He attacks my belly and my sides with his wriggling fingers, his big body moving to sprawl across me as he puts his face against my neck.

I’m laughing so much it’s hard to breathe. It doesn’t help that I hadn’t caught my breath from that “earth-shattering” orgasm Caden just gave me, either.

“Rose.” His mouth moves against my neck and I go still. So do his hands. “You all right?”

I circle my arms around his neck and drape them across his shoulders. He moves against me, his hands sliding along my sides, and I spread my legs, allowing him to nestle his hips between them. He lifts up, bracing his hands on either side of my head, his scrutinizing gaze meeting mine, and I don’t look away.

It’s as if I can’t look away. I’m ensnared. Caught. My breath stills in my chest when he slowly, very methodically, thrusts his hips against mine, his cock brushing against my belly. “I haven’t even been inside you yet,” he murmurs, his gaze filled with this strange but thrilling wonder that matches my own twisted emotions.

Plunging my hands into the thick softness of his hair, I pull him down so his mouth is just above mine. “I don’t know if I can stand it, what with that earth-shattering orgasm you just gave me.”

He smiles, I can feel it form against my lips, and the pure, unadulterated joy rising deep within me threatens to send me flying. “Just wait until the next one. I might need to perform CPR to revive you.”

“Ew.” I grimace and giggle, and I never giggle. But he doesn’t seem to mind. He kisses the tip of my nose, my cheek, my chin, and then my lips.

And it is the best kiss ever. His mouth is pliant, his tongue slick and tangling with mine. I tighten my grip in his hair and he thrusts his cock against my belly again, making me moan. Making me want him inside me. He swallows the sound and pulls away, lifting up on his knees so he can grip the base of his cock and tease me with it, brushing the head against my clit, back and forth, bathing himself in the wetness that’s gathered there.

“It would be so easy to sink deep inside you. You’re so damn wet,” he murmurs, his gaze locked on the spot where our bodies touch. His words make me tingle all over, I swear. “I need to grab a condom or I’m gonna blow all over your pretty pussy.”

He talks like that and I should tell him to stop but I can’t. I love it too much. He’s so dirty and so incredibly comfortable with it. “You brought condoms?”

“I have a couple in my wallet.” He doesn’t look up from his task, his eyes still fixed on where he’s teasing me with his cock.

Now all I can think about is the many other women he must have had sex with. How many of them did he talk dirty to? How many earth-shattering orgasms has he given? Not that I really want to know. I’m sure Whitney has had more than her share.

Just the thought of him being with her, touching her … moving inside of her … fills me with an ugly, unfamiliar emotion.

Jealousy.

“Go get them, then,” I demand, earning a strange look from him before he crawls off the bed and goes to where he left his jeans on the floor, pulling out and digging through his wallet until he’s got two condoms clutched in his hand.

“We might need more,” he says as he stands over the bed, watching me. I let my gaze wander, taking inventory of every delicious inch of him.

“More?” I arch a brow, playing it cool, a little frightened at the thought of going at it with this intense man all night long. “I didn’t ask you to stay the night.”

“You didn’t ask me to do much of anything. You just got down on your knees and started playing with my dick pretty much the minute we walked through the door.” He arches a brow right back, resting his hands on his hips and managing to look indignant despite standing before me naked.

Well. He definitely doesn’t back down from a fight. In fact, when it comes to this man, I’m sure I’m in way over my head.

“You’re so crude,” I tell him, immediately feeling silly for saying it.

His eyes darken and he deposits the condoms on the bedside table. “I thought you liked it.”

I look away from him, wrapping my arms around myself, covering my breasts. “Maybe I don’t.” More like maybe I shouldn’t. I shouldn’t have fallen to my knees like that. Shouldn’t have given in so easily. He probably thinks I’m a total slut. Every one of our encounters was trashy. Naked in a pool. Fingering me in a bathroom. Fucking around in a hotel room.

What in the world am I doing? And what must Caden think of me?

“Hey.” His voice is soft, like his touch when he gently places his fingers on my chin and turns my head so I have no choice but to look up at him. “If you want me to go, I’ll go.”

I study him, see the earnest look in his eyes, the concern there, too. That glimpse of humanity reassures me and I slowly shake my head. “I don’t want you to go,” I admit in a voice so soft I can barely hear it.

He caresses the side of my face and my eyelids waver. I love how sweetly he touches me. It’s a contradiction to his baser side, a contradiction I am desperately drawn to, despite my misgivings. “What do you want me to do?”