He rolled his shoulders to help her remove his shirt, then did the same to her. But this felt like unwrapping a present. Oz didn’t want for anything and had received few gifts in his life, but if peeling cotton away from Rose’s soft flesh could be called a gift, then he’d take one every day for the rest of his life.
Passion flowed up in his chest, cutting off any words but increasing the intensity between them tenfold. Underneath the top and sweatshirt she wore, he found a sports bra and skimmed his hand over her stomach to finger the band of the bra.
He swished his fingertip over the crest of her breast. She cried out, and damn if her nipple didn’t bead into the hardest of peaks. His cock beat at his fly.
As if she couldn’t tolerate his teasing another second, she yanked the bottom of the stretchy sports bra over her breasts.
Holy fucking hell.
He let his head drop in total reverence for the gorgeous breasts offered up for his feasting.
In one quick jerk, he removed the bra completely and tossed it away, then parted his lips over the tip of one straining breast and clamped it in his lips.
“Oz!” She clawed at his shoulders. Pulled his hair.
Watching her through lidded eyes, he drew on her nipple until it swelled into a pebble. He released it and moved to the next. A soft cry escaped her. Yeah, she definitely hadn’t been touched in too long, but by the time he finished with her, she wouldn’t remember a time his hands weren’t on her every inch.
He continued to lick and nibble her breasts until her hips rocked of their own accord. Only then did he trace a line of kisses down her belly to the waist of her lounge pants.
* * * * *
Rose tensed. Would Oz find the evidence of the twin sons she’d born him in the white stretch marks tracking across her lower abdomen? Or the faded C-section scar hidden in her bikini line?
The point of his tongue drove her wild as he licked around her navel and simultaneously eased the pants down her hips. He took them and her underwear down in one go, and then pulled them off her ankles and abandoned them on the floor.
God, she hadn’t been naked in front of a man in years. Having one-night stands with kids at home wasn’t the easiest, and she’d been reluctant to share her time with a man for something more long-term. Her life felt full, and adding a man would only mess up her rhythm, so she didn’t see the point. The occasional quick fling and even an affair in Rio during a solo vacation had been enough to remind her she was a woman.
But the way Oz looked at her… God, she never felt so beautiful or wanted in her entire life as she did with Oz.
After this, she might never see him again, but she was okay with that. It would be enough to get her through another eighteen years.
She closed her eyes on the exquisite sensation of Oz’s lips and the scrape of his beard as he dotted kisses down her lower abs to the mound of her pussy. Need soaked her folds, and no battery operated boyfriend could do this to her.
Fisting the duvet cover, she drew gulps of air. She barely adjusted to the fact he was settling between her thighs before he opened his mouth over her pussy.
“Oh my God!”
He latched onto her hips, holding her captive. As if I want to move.
Juices squeezed from her as he gently probed at her seam. When he dipped his tongue into her folds, separating them to gain access to her soaking entrance, she tore her grasp from the covers and planted her fingers on his nape. As she pressed him down to where she needed him most, she surged her hips upward.
His tongue burrowed into her. Insides engulfed in fire, she drowned in pleasure. He swirled his tongue around and around and then pulled free, drawing more wetness from her.
“Look at me, Rose.”
She opened her eyes and focused on him. It took two tries to make her brain connect with the image she saw. The most beautiful man in the universe, mouth wet with her arousal.
His dark eyes glittered. “Watch me love you.”
Her heart took a wild plunge to her stomach and her belly dipped with her sharp intake of air. As he lowered his mouth to her pussy again, she lost herself in ecstasy.
He sucked on her hard clit and then batted it with the tip of his tongue. When he flattened the bundle of nerves and delivered the hottest licks against it, she felt that quick jump in her nerves.
“I’m going to come,” she rasped.
He rumbled against her, the vibration heating her even more. Cradling her ass in his hands, he lifted her. She rocked into him. He sucked, licked, lapped…
The scream rising up from the depth of her lungs would echo all over this building, whatever it was. And she couldn’t care less.
She burst on a spangled fireworks display, the waves of bliss pounding into her. She tumbled over and over, giving herself up completely to the man who’d never stopped owning her.
* * * * *
Oz stood at the bedside, rigid cock in hand. Looking down at the gorgeous woman all dewy and blurry-eyed for him, he prayed to God that she let him finish what he started.
“Rose.”
She met his stare, and he saw her come back to herself. “What is it?” she whispered.
“I don’t fuck on the job. Which means I don’t have protection.”
She stared at him.
“You can say no. But I’m regularly checked, and I’m clean. Besides, I haven’t had a lover in a long time.”
Her brow pinched.
He ground his molars together. Fuck, she was going to turn him away, and then he’d have to jack off alone in the bathroom just to end this terrible ache in his balls.
When she extended a hand to him, he slipped his hand into hers. She pulled him toward her, down onto the mattress, and curled around him. With her face buried against his neck, she dragged in a hitching breath.
Was she crying? Fuck, he hated himself more than ever.
Then she reached between them. The brush of her fingers over his hard cock had him clamping down on his control. She guided him toward her entrance, spreading her legs to accept him.
He rolled her underneath him and poised at her liquid heat. Staring into her eyes, he saw she remained dry-eyed. He grated out, “You sure?”
She nodded. “I have an IUD.”
Relief swept him. No child deserved a father who was never there for them. With his job, he didn’t have a choice. He lived to save and protect—he didn’t have time for a family and never would.
Slowly, he did a pushup and brushed his mouth across hers. Back and forth, he trailed his lips. “Rose…” Her name came out grittier than he expected.
Without a word, she pushed her hips upward. The head of his cock parted her folds. He burrowed in deeper, seeking that extreme heat. No, fuck, it was a haven only her body could provide. He’d known it eighteen years ago, and he knew it still.
When he sank balls-deep, he paused. The soft touch of her hand on his jaw made him close his eyes.
Together, they began to move. The slippery torture of her inner walls against his cock maddened him. She angled her hips up to receive every last inch, and he ground on the downstroke to hear her gasping cries. She dug her heels into his ass, and he sped things up, unable to hold back another minute.
The scents of their lovemaking fogged the air, and her throaty moans mingled with his rougher groans. The bed shook. Hell, that wasn’t the bed—he shook.
He slammed his mouth over hers, and their tongues tangled in an endless kiss while they thundered to the finish. As he felt that first pulse of her inner walls, he squeezed his eyes shut and let go. For mindless minutes, he poured himself into her, and her rhythmic pulses around him told him that he had given her a taste of ecstasy too.