“I’d really like for you to give me a chance, Rose, but I won’t push you for one,” he admitted.
“I’d like to give you a chance too, Thorne,” she whispered. “I’m just not sure how to do it.”
He smiled at her, “Well, I think that I can help with that,” he said. “Do you think that you can trust me?” he asked. That was the question of the evening. She wasn’t sure if she could trust herself, but she was sure that trusting Thorne was something that she already did.
“I trust you already, Thorne,” she admitted.
“Good,” he breathed, “then, come here, Rose.” She liked the fact that he didn’t ask her if she wanted to go to him, he just told her what to do. Thorne patted his lap, and she knew that he wanted her to sit. She didn’t hesitate, standing from her seat to sit on his lap. Thorne banded his arms around her and nuzzled his face into her neck. God, he smelled good—like a freshly showered man.
“You smell good,” she whispered.
“Thanks, you do too,” he said. “You always smell like strawberries. I’d really like to kiss you, honey. Are you good with that?”
“I am,” she whispered. “I want you to kiss me, Thorne. In fact, I’d love for you to kiss me.” He didn’t waste another second, sealing his mouth over hers. She couldn’t help her moan in his mouth as she wrapped her arms around his neck.
He broke their kiss, leaving her breathless. “What now?” she asked, hoping that he’d be willing to continue to call the shots.
“Now,” he whispered against her lips, “I’d like to take you back to my bed and make you mine. Are you good with that?” he asked. Rose nodded her head and he growled. “Give me the words, honey.”
“I’m good with that, Thorne. I want you to make me yours.” Rose wasn’t quite sure what that would entail, but she was up for whatever Thorne had planned for her. She wanted to be his and so much more.
Thorne wasn’tsure why his luck had changed, but Rose finally giving him a chance was like a fucking dream come true. She kissed him like she couldn’t get enough of him and all he wanted to do was take even more from her.
He stood from the kitchen chair, never letting her out of his arms, carrying her back to his bedroom. Thorne had fantasized about having her in his bed since they got to the safehouse. Every night that she went into her room across the hallway from his, he longed to tell her how much he wanted her in his bed.
He sat on the edge of the mattress with her still in his arms, and when Rose turned and straddled his lap, wrapping her arms around his neck, he wanted to push her under his body and take her. Pushing her too fast might be something that he’d regret, but he needed her.
He rolled her under his body and kissed her. “Tell me now if you want me to stop,” he begged. He didn’t want her to ask him to stop, but he needed her with him.
“I don’t want you to stop,” she said. “I want you, Thorne.”
That was all the green light that he needed. Thorne worked his way down her body, stripping her as he went. “You taste good,” he breathed as he kissed his way down her torso. “I need to taste you everywhere though,” he whispered against her tummy.
“Thorne,” she whimpered. “Please.” She seemed to be completely on board with whatever he wanted from her, and he planned on making her feel good.
Thorne settled between her legs and pulled her panties down her thighs, spreading them as he went. He was going to make a meal out of her, and she seemed to want that as much as he did. He licked his way through her wet folds, and she nearly bucked him off the bed.
“Hold still, honey,” he breathed against her pussy.
“I can’t,” she whimpered. He pressed her into the mattress, holding her in place as he continued to eat her pussy. He had her shouting out his name in no time and when she begged him to stop, he gave her one more orgasm.
“I need you,” she shouted as he made her come on his tongue. She was perfect and hearing her say that she needed him made him want to give her exactly what he was asking her for.
He kissed his way back up her body and Rose pouted at him. “You’re still wearing clothes,” she said. Thorne stood from the bed and tugged his shirt over his head.
“Better?” he asked. She looked him over and smiled. He knew what most women saw when they looked at him—a hard-ass biker with a ton of tats and even more scars. But when Rose looked at him the way that she was, it was as though she saw him differently. She seemed to be able to look past all of that and see inside his soul. She seemed to see the real him and if that didn’t scare her off, Thorne didn’t know what would.
“Much better,” she agreed. “Now, the pants.” He unzipped his jeans and pulled them down his thighs. “No underwear?” she asked.
“Nope,” he breathed. “I don’t like them.”
“Yeah, I can see why,” she said, eying his cock.
He put his hands over his manhood and took a step back from her. “Jesus honey,” he grumbled. “You keep looking at me like that and this will be over before we even get started.”
“Oh, we’ve already gotten started,” she teased. “I’m already past getting started. Come here, Thorne,” she said, giving him back his words from earlier. Everything about Rose was sexy but hearing her tell him what to do was a complete turn-on. He did as she ordered and walked back over to the bed. She sat up and wrapped her small hands around his cock, causing him to hiss out his breath. Having Rose touch him was everything he never knew that he needed or wanted.