Page 95 of Wait for Him

"I've never loved her. I've only ever loved you."

Her eyes close and she pulls in a breath that shakes on the way down. I brush my mouth over hers, barely there at first, and feel her fingers catch in the fabric of my shirt.

"Take what you need from me, Rosalie." I keep my voice low, because this isn't the moment for jokes or another round of pretending we don't know each other. "I know what you need. You need control. You need somewhere to put all of it for a while, and I can take it."

Her grip on my shirt tightens.

"Let me take it."

I lower myself to my knees without taking my eyes off hers, then pull the tie from my pocket and place it into her open hand.

An offering.

Because that's exactly what it is.

I watch the shift happen as her fingers close around it. Her spine straightens, her chin lifts, and the uncertainty that followed her into this room starts settling into something I recognize.

The Domme in her takes over.

God, I've missed her.

This is what she needed. Maybe what we both needed.

Rose doesn't say a word as she loops the tie around my neck and knots it with steady hands. It's been so fucking long since that hotel room, but I've daydreamed about this more times than I'll ever admit. Her above me. Me exactly where I belong.

"What am I going to do with you?" she muses, her voice gone deep and husky.

"Whatever you please, ma'am."

Her mouth curves into a sexy smile.

"Take out your cock and stroke it." She gives the tie a sharp pull, and the jolt of it shoots straight down my spine, lighting up every nerve on the way.

I obey.

I wrap my hand around my cock and do my best to show some restraint, because what I really want is to fuck my fist until I see stars. But she said stroke, and I'm not about to start ignoring instructions now, so I keep it slow and let her watch.

"Lift my skirt and take my panties off. Put them in your pocket. You're going to need them later."

Fuck yes.

"Yes, ma'am."

With one hand still working my cock, I reach up with the other and slide her skirt to her hips, hooking my fingers into black lace and dragging her thong down her thighs. She holds onto my shoulder as she steps out of it, and I ball the lace up, still warm from her body, before sliding it into my pocket where the tie had been.

My pockets are becoming a museum of her.

Precum coats my palm as I keep stroking, waiting for her to tell me to stop. She doesn't. She just watches, bare beneath her skirt now, those heavy gray eyes fixed on my hand like she owns it.

Which, right now, she absolutely fucking does.

"Make me come, Jackson."

"How would you like me to do that, ma'am?"

I'm drooling. Literally fucking drooling, and I have to wipe the corner of my mouth with the back of my hand. Something satisfied curls at the edge of hers when she sees it. Rose notices everything, especially when I'm making a complete ass of myself at her feet.

"Two fingers. Fuck me."