Page 77 of Whispered Promises

Without hesitation, Rosy steps in between my spread thighs, hand landing on my sternum as she leans in to brush her mouth against mine.

Pulling back slightly, she looks down and frowns. “That looks like it should be painful. How are you holding it still?”

At her question, sensation races back in, the strain in my muscles making itself known. The squat itself wouldn’t be an issue, but with the weighted barbell held across my shoulders…fuck, I’m feeling it.

Straightening, I enjoy the view as I go from being almost eye level to towering over her. Her head cranes back as she follows my movement, her tongue slipping out to wet her lips.

I don’t hide the smirk as I step back and remove the barbell, placing it on the stand. My hand reaches for hers, and I bring her palm up to my mouth to place a kiss on it, licking at the slight salty taste before we walk over to the treadmills.

Once we’re done, we get back to her flat; reaching her front door, she turns, mouth opening to say something. But fuck, I’m not ready to let her go yet. I’ve wanted to get her alone since she walked into the gym.

We shared too many heated glances whilst we walked. And talked. About her day…my day. Well, she talked, and I answered her questions quickly, eager to just listen to her.

It’s finally just us, nothing to hold me back as I dart in and cover her mouth with mine, thrusting my tongue into her wet heat. Whatever words she wanted to say turn into a moan as I push into her body, clutching her tighter when she shudders.

We align fucking perfectly.

Her hands reach up, clinging to the fabric of my hoodie.

After taking the time to consume her mouth, I pull back, forcing myself to let her go so she can go inside.

She doesn’t reciprocate, and her hands fist tighter. “Please.” The words whisper across her lips in a needy whine.

It’s desperate, and fuck if it doesn’t do something to me. To hear her like that, to know she’s feeling the same.

“Invite me in, little tease,” I grunt, fighting the urge to take her mouth again.

I need her words.

I’m not taking something she doesn’t want to give. That shit is never for me, nor should it be for any-fucking-one. I might be demanding, but one word from her, and I’ll stop. Having her wanting me so badly, she’ll beg for me, is what has my dick hard and slick.

She spins, unlocking the door so fast it has me grasping air. Stepping in, she looks over her shoulder, teeth gnawing on her lip as she smiles for me.

Fuck, that smile does it for me too.

I’m painfully hard in my gym shorts; thank fuck for the compression shorts underneath.

“Coming in?” she asks, and as that smile widens and a flush brushes her cheeks, I know she knows what she’s implying.

My filthy girl.

Prowling through, I keep my gaze locked on her as I shove the door shut behind me.

“We alone?”

“Steph?” she calls out, keeping still as she waits a beat for a reply. “She’s not here.”

The muscles in my face tug and pull into a smug smirk. “Then get into your bedroom. I need to feel you come for me.”

Her breath hitches, and her pupils expand; the demand and promise turn her on. Talking when I’m with a woman has never been a thing for me before, but for Rosy, I’ll keep telling her all my filthiest thoughts until my voice goes fucking hoarse if that’s what she wants.

“Now, Rosy,” I prompt, when she still doesn’t move.

She hurries quickly out of the hallway, and I follow as we go through the open-plan kitchen and living space, stopping outside the last door on the right. She hovers, hand gripped around the handle.

I want to crowd her with my body, to coax her nerves into settling. But I don’t want to influence her into something she might regret later.

So I don’t push.