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I had come twice already, and I shouldn’t be this turned on again so quickly, but it seemed I couldn’t get enough of sex with Rosie. No scratch that, not sex. This was making love, and I never wanted this feeling to end.
I could feel Rosie’s smile in the butterfly kisses she delivered in her path back up to my neck, whilst that single finger trailed south and teased along my slit. I spread my legs wider to give Rosie better access, and she sank her knuckles into my aching pussy. It elicited another long, drawn-out moan from me.
Rosie playfully nipped my earlobe, her smile wickedness itself, as she pulled back, withdrew her fingers and ran them along my lips.
“So, if I’m not all that hot, why is that sweet cunt of yours all wet and aching for me? Taste yourself, see how wet you are for me.”
I obediently opened up and groaned as I sucked Rosie’s slim fingers into my mouth. My hands started their own exploration along Rosie’s slight curves, and I pulled her closer into me. I pushed my breasts against hers, creating delicious friction on my sensitive nipples as they rubbed against Rosie’s little bullet points. I squeezed Rosie’s ass cheeks and relished her sigh of surrender as my fingers slid home into Rosie’s moist heat.
“You’re definitely hot stuff there. I’d say we’re even.”
“Perfectly matched in fact.” Rosie’s voice wobbled with barely suppressed emotion. She tried to pull away, but I wouldn’t let her.
“This isn’t another game for me, you know,” I said, needing her to understand. “The men, they were the game. And none of them have turned me on as much as you do with just one look. It just took me a while to realize that. I was so focused on doing the right thing, you know, what with my father’s expectations and whatnot. I was a fool, but when I found Max cheating on me, it just crystallized it all for me. Why should I deny myself what I really wanted?”
Rosie frowned.
“He did what? I mean your father said, but shit, what a wanker—but does that mean you’re here on the rebound?”
I shook my head and bit my lip, as my own insecurities rushed to the surface. And what the heck did she mean my father said? Not that he was important right now, and I rushed on.
“No, it wasn’t like that, you’ve got to believe me.”
Rosie went very still, and when she finally responded I had to strain to hear the whispered words.
“You say that now, but you’ll feel differently in the morning. You’re bound to. Finding that asshole like that must have been a shock for you. Let’s not analyze this. I … I love you too much to risk losing you.”
Rosie refused to look at me, and that just wouldn’t do. I cupped her precious face in my hands and pulled it down until our foreheads rested against each other’s. My heart was beating so fast in my chest, I could feel the pulses in my fingertips. Rosie’s, too, seemed to be galloping. The thudding vein in her neck was clearly visible this close.
“I couldn’t bear to lose you either,” I said.
I inwardly grimaced as my voice cracked on the words, but I had to say it loud. To make her see I meant this. That this wasn’t done on a whim.
“I almost didn’t come tonight, but I had nowhere else to go, and … and I needed to see you … I needed to confirm to myself that I made the right decision.” I swallowed past the sudden lump in my throat when the enormity of my decision dawned on me. Shit, apart from Rosie I had no one now, and if she didn’t want me, if this was just sex, then…
The kiss shook me out of my musings—a loving whisper of a kiss—delivered by Rosie’s soft lips that turned my insides to mush and my knees to jelly.
“What decision was that, Princess T?” Rosie asked. “I know you’ve fallen out with your dad. He left an abusive message on my voice mail earlier. That’s why I was out here trying to sculpt and trying to keep my hands off you. He said you broke up with Max. I just didn’t realize why.” Rosie’s hopeful smile made my toes curl under, and I linked my hands behind her neck. Rosie delivered a soft kiss to my arm, and I bit back a sob when Rosie’s emerald eyes shimmered in answering tears as our gazes connected.
“I wasn’t going to push you for answers. I figured you had enough to cope with, without adding my wishes into it. But then you turn up wearing nothing but my shirt and being so fucking seductive—hell, I didn’t stand a chance.”
My heart leapt anew at those words, and I smiled through my tears. With Rosie by my side I could face anything.
“I wasn’t sure it would work. I’ve never done this before,” I confessed. “Only in my dreams. Dreams that always starred my best friend. And you don’t seduce your best friend, do you?”
I risked a peep at Rosie from under my long lashes. She looked stunned and hopeful and cute enough to eat, as she wrinkled her little freckled nose and drew her delicate brows together in a frown.
“Of course, I’m not a very good catch now,” I rambled on. “I have nothing but the clothes I came in. I dare say Papa will burn my stuff, rather than let me have it. I’m dead to him he said. But I couldn’t live a lie anymore, and Max, he never wanted me anyway. He wanted Papa’s money and the status a marriage to me would bring. I was only ever a bargaining tool. I doubt Papa ever even loved me. I wasn’t the boy he wanted.” My voice cracked as the old wound was ripped wide open, and I leaned into Rosie’s comforting arms as she drew me against her taller frame.
Rosie didn’t say anything, just held me close and let me cry, as the tears fell again. Tears at what might have been had my mother not died giving birth to me. Tears at the wasted years and above all tears of hope.
When I finally stopped crying—Jesus, I’d cried more in the last twenty-four hours than I had in all my life it seemed—Rosie kissed the remaining tears off my face. The infinite gentleness behind those kisses meant the world to me right now. My sweet Rosie.
“I know it hurts, babe, but your father is the one who loses out here. He’s lost you. You’re special and talented, and clever, and you can do anything you want, and I’m so very lucky that you’ve chosen me to be your friend and your lover, if that’s what you want.”
My heart soared in happiness, and I drew Rosie down for a kiss that left us both gasping for breath.
“Munchkin face, you’re all I ever wanted. I love you. I’ve always loved you. It just took me a while to realize how much and that I wanted you in my bed as well as in my life.”
