Dominic
Rosie says nothing, but her body speaks volumes.
And mine? It listens. Goddess, it f*****g answers.
The second Rosie moves into me, presses against me like she belongs there, it's like scratching an itch that's been burning under my skin for years. The heat of her cheek on my neck makes my knees nearly give out. Her scent floods me, vanilla and coconut and I'm lost.
When my lips meet her neck, it isn't calculated. It's instinct, a maddening addiction. Like a man crawling through the desert, finally tasting water for the first time in a really long while.
And f**k, does she taste divine.
She clutches my collar tight, her lips crash against mine, and I break. There's nothing composed about this kiss, only hunger, days of want and denial, pure masculine need surging through my v
