Ros
ie stood up, so I gripped her hand,
tugging gently so she fell into my lap. “
Well I
’
m never one to disappoint,” I answered, moving
my mouth closer to hers and wrapping my arms around her so she couldn
’
t escape. I flipped her onto her back and
hovered above her. There was no way I was disappointing her in that way, she
definitely had nothing to worry about in that department. I
’
d had
a lot
of practice. I
’
d had a lot of experience with what women liked
and didn
’
t like, and I
’
d use all of that information to my advantage
when I finally got her into bed.
She pursed her lips, pretending to think. “I
suppose I could give you three attempts. If, by three times, I
’
m not fully satisfied then I
’
ll be requesting a refund,” she joked,
stroking the side of my face.
“Okay, deal.” I kissed her softly to seal
the deal.
I pulled out of the kiss just as it was
getting a little heavy. Rosie chewed on her lip as she looked up at me a little
nervously.
“I, er, just wanted to say thank you for
the other night,” she mumbled. “Toni told me that she heard me begging you to
stay and talk dirty to me. Apparently there was something mentioned about
spanking. And I, kind of, vaguely remember trying to get your clothes off…” she
trailed off, wincing as a blush covered her cheeks.
I laughed and nodded. “Yeah, you
’
re one horny little school teacher,” I
admitted, blowing out a big breath as I remembered her saying those things to
me.
“Sorry,” she chuckled. “I just wanted to
say thank you for not doing that. I really appreciate it, and I know that was
probably hard for you to walk away from if I was throwing myself at you like
that.”
I smiled sheepishly. She had no idea how
hard that was for me! “Yeah, you made it pretty hard.”
“I can imagine.” She giggled quietly before
looking at me seriously again. “That really means a lot to me that you would
respect me like that. Most guys would have…” She frowned, fingering the collar
of my T-shirt. “Anyway, thanks.”
I shrugged. “It was only because you were
drunk. If you beg me like that sober then I
’
m not walking away.”
I pushed myself up off her, more than a
little proud of myself for resisting her advances. She obviously appreciated
it. Maybe I would make a decent boyfriend after all.
“Shall we watch a movie and get takeout?”
By the time the movie finished, I was all
over her. I had her pinned on her back on the sofa, every inch of my body
pressed against hers as I kissed her deeply. I was so excited that I was
slightly concerned I could blow my load any second.
Her hands roamed my back, her fingers
digging into my skin, pulling me impossibly closer. I moaned into her mouth. I
needed her so much. My body needed sex, it needed relief, and waiting was
getting painful. I felt like some kind of sex-deprived junkie. Excluding the
disastrous experience with Minnie last week, I hadn
’
t had sex in five weeks. I was actually a little surprised that I
wasn
’
t shaking and sweating
through withdrawal. That was the longest I
’
d gone without sex since I was about seventeen years old.
Rosie
’
s hands caught the bottom of my shirt, pulling it up awkwardly
because I was lying on top of her. Getting to my knees and straddling her hips,
I pushed myself up and yanked my shirt off over my head, tossing it onto the
floor.
Immediately, Rosie gasped and then burst
into a fit of giggles, covering her mouth as her whole body shook with
laughter.
I frowned, confused. That wasn
’
t the usual reaction girls had to my body.
Usually it was a swoon or a moan, never giggling…
“What?” I asked. Her eyes sparkled as she
shook her head, struggling to breathe. “What, Rose?”
“What… the hell… is… that?” she choked out
around her laughter, pointing at my stomach.
That was when it dawned on me. She
’
d just seen my little sister
’
s idea of body art.
I closed my eyes, sitting back on my heels,
wishing the ground would open up and swallow me, removing me from this painful,
embarrassing moment.
“It
’
s awesome, huh? I was trying it out before I make it permanent,” I
said, trying to make light of this awkward situation.
She laughed harder, reaching out and
tracing the letters with her finger as she
chewed
on her lip. “Nate, seriously, what on earth
is
this?”
I sighed dramatically. “That is a result of
falling asleep on the beach near my sisters.”
She snorted and then burst into another fit
of giggles. “Your sisters sound so funny!”
“Oh yeah, they
’
re hilarious. It
’
s not
going to be too funny tomorrow when I turn up to work with ten other burly SWAT
guys, and they see ‘Rosie
’
s bitch
’
written across my abs,” I stated, scowling at
my stomach hatefully.
She was almost crying with laughter now.
“Nate, stop it! Oh God, this is too funny! Can I take a picture?” She pushed on
my chest, trying to get me off her as she reached for her cell phone from the
side.
I frowned and grabbed her hand. “
Hell no you can
’
t
take a picture!”
She pouted.
“Aww, just
one photo? I
’
ll let you take one
of me in return,” she suggested, raising one eyebrow teasingly.
Oh yeah, that
’
s what I
’
m talking about right there!
“Okay deal,” I agreed. “But a topless one.”
She rolled her eyes. “I wouldn
’
t have expected anything less.”
“Let
’
s do the photos later,” I whispered, pulling her back to me and
kissing her again. She smiled against my lips and kissed me back immediately,
one hand tangling into the back of my hair as I pressed my body back to hers
again.
Her hands were exploring the skin on my
back, her fingertips trailing over every inch of it, making me stiff as a
board. Hesitantly, because I didn
’
t
know how far she would allow me to take things, I slipped my hands up her top.
As I kissed her deeply, my palms brushed over her breasts, cupping them gently,
relishing in the feel of the lacy material of her bra, just waiting for her to
stop me. She didn
’
t. Instead of
shoving me off her, like I was expecting, her own hand gripped my ass, pulling
me closer. Her smell was all around me, making me a little dizzy with
excitement. She literally smelt good enough to eat. When she guided me to roll
over, there wasn
’
t much room so I
decided we should move the session down onto the floor instead. Lowering myself
down to the floor, I brought her with me, not breaking the kiss for a second.
She smiled and pulled back, sitting up,
straddling me. I chewed on the inside of my cheek to stop myself from saying
the inappropriate things that sprang to mind while she straddled me – slutty
comments about her riding me, or me having to buy her a cowboy hat.
Her eyes didn
’
t leave mine as she brushed her hands down my chest and across my
stomach, tracing the black lettering with one finger. A playful smile tugged at
the corners of her mouth.
“Hmm, I kinda like this actually. Is that
what you are now, Nate? My bitch?”
“I
’
ll be anything you want,” I muttered, swallowing my lust.
She smiled, and moved up, leaning in and
resting her forearms either side of my head so our mouths were inches apart.
“And what if I want you to be Officer Peters, tough SWAT guy who punishes
naughty girls?” she purred.
Holy fuck!
I had never been more turned on in my life.
“Do you know any naughty girls?” I asked my voice thick and husky with lust.
She brushed her nose up the side of mine,
and I tilted my head up needing to kiss her. Suddenly the lustful look was gone
from her face and she pulled back, sitting up on my stomach.
“Nate, I
’
m really sorry, but I think you should go before I do something I
’
ll regret in the morning.”
My heart sank; I didn
’
t want to leave her, I
’
d
barely seen her. “Can
’
t I stay the
night? We don
’
t have to do
anything, please?” I asked, trying not to let the desperation leak into my
voice. I didn
’
t want to go home on
my own. I didn
’
t want to walk out
of her place and kiss her goodbye.
She frowned, and her eyes flicked to the
hallway where the bedrooms were.
Seeing her indecision, which I somehow knew
would be linked to DJ, I continued, “I have to get up really early for work, I
’
ll be gone before he even wakes up.”
She blew out a big breath and slumped back
down on top of me, kissing the side of my neck as she got herself comfortable
on me. As her finger stroked my Adams apple, I folded my arms around her and
suddenly realised how strangely satisfying cuddling with her was.
“If I
’
m being completely honest, I don
’
t want you to stay,” she mumbled, so quietly that I only just made
out the words.
“Why?” I croaked, frowning and tightening
my arms on her possessively.
She sighed and kissed my neck again. “
I don’
t think I could just lay there with you,”
she admitted. “And I really don
’
t
want to ruin anything by rushing things. I like you, I really do, but things
are moving incredibly fast between us. It
’
s scaring me a little. I have to think about DJ. I have to think
about what he
’
d feel like if he
found out you stayed here. You understand?” she asked, shifting and setting her
chin on my chest, looking at me uncomfortably, as if she was expecting me to be
annoyed with her.
I smiled and brushed her hair back from her
forehead. “I get it.” I smiled reassuringly. “I
’
m just too hot for you to handle,” I added as an afterthought,
trying to lighten the mood a little.
She nodded, kissing my chest lightly, her
hand trailing down to my chest, tickling her fingers on the slight hair I had
at the base of my stomach. “Your body is incredible, just like I imagined it
would be.”
I grabbed her and rolled her onto her back
quickly, making her squeal from the shock. “Wait, so let me get this straight…
You
’
ve imagined me naked?” I
teased
.
“Yeah, I had a nightmare the other night.”
“I
’
ve had plenty of nightmares about you too; they always end well
though.”
“That
’
s gross, you don
’
t have
to admit that to me!” she muttered, shaking her head, but laughing at the same
time.
I smiled, knowing I should really go.
Clearly she
’
d made up her mind
about me staying, so I didn
’
t want
to push it any further. “I
’
d
better go then. I
’
ll see you
tomorrow night?” I said hopefully.
“Eight o
’
clock?”
That was our usual time, it meant I only
got to see her for a couple of hours at a time, but at least I still got to see
her. “Definitely. Hey, you think that you
’
d be able to get a sitter for Friday night so I could take you out?
There
’
s a new restaurant opening
and I thought we could try it?”
I suggested.
She nodded enthusiastically. “Josh has DJ
this weekend, so I
’
m free Friday
through until about seven on Sunday night. Provided he doesn
’
t get called into work again,” she said,
frowning when she said the last part.
I smiled happily. “Sweet! Pencil me in for
Friday through until Sunday at seven then.”
“No rock-climbing this time though, huh?”