Page 226 of Wait for Him

"I'm sure." I kiss her once, slow enough that she can't mistake the answer for impatience.

Her eyes close for half a second, and when they open again, the nerves are gone. She kisses me, and the rest of the distance between us disappears.

When she sinks down onto me, taking me in one slow, merciless slide, the sound that punches out of me isn't a word in any language.

"Fuck. Rose."

"There he is." She settles fully, hips flush to mine. She stays still for a moment, her face buried in my neck, both of us breathing too hard for two people who aren't even moving yet.

Her hands slide into my hair and mine settle at her waist, and for once neither of us seems in a hurry.

It's different.

Not better than before. Not worse. Just different because there isn't anything between us now. No reason for either of us to pretend this isn't exactly where we want to be.

Rose lifts up and takes my face in both hands.

"Welcome home, baby."

After everything that's happened today, that's what nearly takes me out.

I turn my face and kiss her palm. "You have no idea how long I've been trying to get back here."

Her eyes fill, but she smiles through it. "I think I do."

"Yeah?"

"Yeah."

She kisses me again, and this time when she starts to move, I hold her tighter and let her set the pace.

She rides me in the rocking dark of the car, slow at first, then not slow at all, her palms braced against my chest while my hands stay full of her ass. I tug the top of her dress down and her breasts spill free, and fuck, there's another sight I've missed. I suck one peak between my lips until she whimpers.

"Jackson." My name breaks apart in her mouth.

I drag my lips along her jaw to her ear. "I've got you. Take what's yours."

The car turns, and Rose grabs my shoulders harder as the movement shifts her against me. A breathless laugh escapes her, immediately swallowed by a moan.

"Fuck."

I nearly lose my fucking mind at the sight of her above me. Dress shoved down, hair everywhere, tits directly in my face, both of us trying to compensate for Gerald navigating Los Angeles while we make several questionable decisions in his back seat.

Sorry, Gerald.

Not sorry enough to stop.

I grip Rose's hips and piston my hips upward as she opens her legs wider, finding an angle that has both of us making enough noise to justify the partition. Every time the car moves beneath us, she adjusts without missing a beat, and I don't know whether to be impressed or concerned that we're getting this good at vehicular sex this quickly.

Then she braces her palms against the roof and takes control of the rhythm again.

Yeah.

Concern canceled.

Pressing against the roof somehow seats me even deeper inside her, and her tits bounce in my face with every thrust. Between that beautiful sight and the tight heat gripping my cock, it's fucking addictive. I find myself at the edge in minutes, fighting to hold off.

I bring my mouth to hers in a heated frenzy, our tongues clashing, mouths molding, as I thrust up into her hard and fast. There's nothing slow about it. We're both desperate for release, despite the night we've already had. Because of it.