Chapter 23
For Rosie, the next weeks flew by in a sweet haze of work and Cruz, Cruz and work. He spent all his nights at her house, exhausting her into blissful sleep. Though their schedules didn’t always align, and sometimes they only had a few minutes together before she had to work at the Grille.
But coming home after a long shift, with Cruz naked in her bed? That, she was already used to. That, she never wanted to give up.
And the mornings when he had to be at a job site at seven am and woke her up to say good morning…in the sexiest of ways.
Like right now. The sun was a bright slash in the east as his hand cupped her bottom under the cool cotton sheet. His touch stirred her to full consciousness, every nerve sparking to life. His hand crept lower, between her legs.
Her back was to his chest and she reached around, finding his heavy erection. It never failed to amaze and delight her how often he woke up this way. She grasped the hard steel of his shaft and stroked, making him hiss out a hot breath against her shoulder. She tried to turn over to face him, but he stopped her.
“Stay where you are, baby.” He pulled her leg back, over his hip, and his big warm hand covered her pussy.
She gasped as his fingers flexed, creating just enough pressure on her clit to make her moan. He flexed his hips into her, but she didn’t want to let go of his big perfect cock. He grunted and bit gently on her shoulder.
Next his hand came up to cup one breast, then the other. She closed her eyes, blocking out everything except his body touching hers. She gave up her hold on him, shifting her ass to rub against his groin.
“Fuck, baby,” he said softly. He pulled back and then pressed close again, and this time his cock was between her legs. The thick length lay against her hot flesh and when he flexed, the tip brushed her clit in a lightning bolt of sensation.
“Cruz,” she moaned. He was right there, so close. Her hips rocked. “I’m ready.”
Cool air met her back as he paused and half turned. “Shit.”
“What’s wrong?” She could barely talk, with need firing her body.
“Out of condoms up here. God dammit. I have some in my wallet, but it’s downstairs.” He tensed like he was going to get up.
“Wait.” She twisted toward him. “Don’t go. Let’s not use one.”
He studied her with eyes so serious she could melt. “You sure?”
She nodded. “You know I can’t get pregnant. And I haven’t been with anyone else in years. It’s okay.”
“And I’m clean.” He lowered back down to nibble her ear. “God, baby I’ve been wanting to feel you, all of you. No barriers. Just your hot pussy gripping my cock.”
His words sent a fresh rush of liquid heat between her thighs and she reached down to position him at her entrance. He slid in with a soft curse. “Fuck, you feel amazing.” He rolled her toward him and slipped his arm under her ribs. With his other hand he pulled her leg farther across his hips, getting her at the angle he wanted, he began a deep thrusting rhythm.
Logically, she knew condoms were super thin and things shouldn’t feel that different, but it did. He did. Every ridge rubbed against her inner walls in a sensual pumping motion that she never wanted to stop.
He moved faster, hips rocking harder. Her breasts bounced, and his hand cupped and squeezed, moving from one to the other. His rough fingertips rolled her nipples and his other hand dipped to massage her clit.
She panted as he worked her, keeping up his constant, everywhere touch, his hips slamming now with his own urgency. His breath was hot on her neck. His hands were magic. Her core was wet and aching as he pushed her higher.
With a gasp, she came. She reached around to hold onto him, his hip, his ass, anywhere she could reach, to keep him thrusting deep. “Cruz!” she squeaked as her body trembled.
His hands tightened on her, locking her in place as he let out a growl and drove deeper than he ever had. Her eyes widened at the delicious pressure, then at the hot slickness that filled her. He kept thrusting through his orgasm until he finally stopped, lodged deep.
“Holy fuck, Rosie.” His breath was choppy. “Christ, you feel incredible.” He started moving in and out again. “Just feeling you. Nothing between us. Fucking incredible.”
He was incredible. Sudden tears sprang to her eyes and she hastily tried to dash them away before he noticed. How had this perfect man walked into her life? It was too much, and her heart swelled and threatened to crack. She was falling hard.
But of course, he did notice. “Hey. What’s this?”
She smiled through it. “Just …you’re so amazing. I can’t believe you walked into my life.” That was the truth. That was safe to say.
“Me too.” One tear sneaked down her cheek toward her jaw, and he stopped it with a kiss. “I love being here with you. You showing me all the stuff I’ve been missing about country life. I’m not going anywhere.”
His sweetness was too much. “For now, though, you sexy man with your cock still inside me…” She traced the sweeping tendrils of ink on his arm as he rumbled a warning. “You better get to work before you’re late.”
“Shit, woman, it gets harder to leave you every damn day.” He dropped his head to her shoulder and kissed a line down her arm. “Thank god I got a holiday coming up at the end of the week.”
“That’s right.” The Fourth of July was on Friday, and she couldn’t wait for the three-day weekend. “Let’s do something special.”
“Like what?”
“Let’s go dancing.”
He shot her a quizzical look. “Where?”
“There’s a bar in Murphysboro. They have a big dance floor. I promise I won’t make you line dance.”
“I’d step on your toes if I tried.”
“Hmm, I can either wear a dress or shorts with my cowboy boots…” She ran her fingers through his hair.
“Either way, from the moment we leave I’m going to want to get you back here.” He took her hand and kissed her knuckles.
“All righty then, you think on it.” She grinned. “I’m gonna get another hour of beauty sleep.”
“You don’t need it. The beauty part.” He slowly pulled out of her and moved off the bed. “Sleep? Yeah, I may’ve tired you out.” Dropping a kiss on her shoulder, he pulled the sheet up over her and headed into the bathroom.
From her vantage point on the pillow, she watched him walk that fine naked ass into her bathroom, then closed her eyes. Sated bliss swamped her and she clung to it as fiercely as she clung to his declaration that he wasn’t going anywhere.