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Chapter 19
Dax
“Youcantakeinstructions,then?”
Rose’s face glows as she opens the front door to the cottage and sees me. She’s wearing my black hoodie—the same as when I left her—with her blonde hair flowing down over her shoulders.
I wrap one arm around her waist as my lips drop to her neck and kiss her silky skin.
“You were hardly gone long enough for me to get changed, even if I’d wanted to.” She tilts her head to one side, sighing softly as I dust her neck with kisses before sliding my nose into her hair and inhaling.
“If I had my way, you’d either be wearingme, or my clothes, all the time.”
She giggles as I pull back and take her hand, leading her into the kitchen.
“You did have your way. All night.” She bites her bottom lip as she slips underneath my arm and curls herself into my side, her hand coming up to rest on my chest. “Is this what you were doing?” She watches as I put the bag I’m carrying onto the counter and unpack it with my free hand.
“Yes.”
I place the bottle of juice down and then pull out the tube of cream I picked up from the pharmacy.
“It’s a weird breakfast combination.” Rose wrinkles her nose, and I press a kiss to the top of her head.
“There’s breakfast in there for you too. But this first.” I hand her the bottle of juice.
She takes it and frowns.
“We were going at it for hours last night. You need to drink it.”
Her expression softens as she reads the label. “Cranberry juice. Okay.” She smiles and pops a brow at me. “And what’s that?” She points at the tube of cream.
“This.” I take the bottle from her and put it down, then grasp her around the waist and lift her up, sitting her on the counter. I slide my hands up her bare legs and spread her thighs. Energy fires its way to my dick as her smooth pink skin comes into view. “This is for you as well.” I take the cap off the tube and squeeze a generous amount of the soothing cream onto the tip of my finger. “It’ll help… We were…” I roll my lips as I think of how hard we went at it last night, wincing as I recall the blood. “Is it okay?” I arch a brow in question, my shoulders softening in relief as she nods at me with trust-filled eyes.
I slide my fingers inside her and push the cream up high.
“Dax.” She gasps, widening her thighs and leaning back on her hands, watching my arm as it flexes between her legs.
“Fuck, Rose. You’re soaking.”
She looks at me, her eyes hooded as I curl my finger inside her, spreading the cream. It makes her shudder the way she did all night every time my fingers, tongue or cock were inside her.
I ignore the throbbing that my Rose-obsessed dick has started up and concentrate on rubbing the cream inside her.
She squirms on my finger and lets out a breathy moan.
This is meant to be healing for her. I’m well aware of the fact she spent hours stretched around my cock last night when she’s only had sex once before. She must be feeling it today.
Once before.
The thought makes my jaw clench and I force away the images my brain wants to conjure up of her and some prick of an ex who didn’t deserve her.
I swirl my finger in a slow circle mentally telling my hardening dick to back the fuck off. She needs to rest. Her body needs to rest.
But fuck, she is wet.
“Rose,” I growl in warning as her moaning increases in volume and she clenches around my finger.
“I can’t help it.” She arches her back and shuffles closer to me, sinking herself further toward my knuckle. I let out a hiss which she ignores as she grinds gently against my palm. “It’s what happens when you’re here. You turn me on, Dax. So much.” She drops her head back, the ends of her hair reaching the countertop as she moans again, and her body sends wetness rushing around my finger and out onto my hand.
