Roses

Chapter 23

Zoey

He carries me to my bedroom and places me on the edge of my bed like I'm a glass doll.

"How about you call your friend and tell him not to call the cops?" I don't miss how his voice tightens around the word 'friend'. What does he have against Jack?

"Fine," I mutter. I call Jack and tell him I'm fine. He doesn't ask much other than telling me to call him back later and spill everything. Adam watches me speak to him the entire time.

"You two are close," he says, looking down at me.

"Very. He's like the only person I can trust," I say and immediately regret it when hurt crosses his eyes. But before I can say anything else, he takes my phone from my hand and places it on the dresser.

"You'll learn to trust me," he whispers as he pulls his coat off my body. My ripped shirt goes next. He kneels down in front of me to pull my leggings down my legs. He removes my shoes and socks before getting the leggings off all the way.

I was nowhere near ready for an encounter like this. My hair is in a lopsided messy bun and I'm in my cotton underwear and sports bra. But the unfettered lust in his gaze as it roams over the length of my body takes away all of my insecurity.

"You're so fucking beautiful," he murmurs and then pulls my face in for a kiss. His fingers hover over the band of my bra, caressing the soft skin there and leaving goosebumps in their wake. He slowly pulls it up and I raise my arms to help him.

He stares at my breasts for a long moment, as if memorizing every curve to memory and then cups them. They fit snugly in his hands as he kneads them.

The warmth from his calloused hands feels so good on my cool, sensitive skin. I would be embarrassed but not surprised if I came within seconds.

He bends down to take a nipple in his mouth, sucking gently at first before giving me the roughness I crave. He plucks the other one with his fingers, sending jolts of electricity down to my core.

He sucks and bites, marking me up as he moves down my belly. He peels off my underwear and spreads my legs.

"Lie back down and let me taste you, love." His voice acts like an aphrodisiac, and I do as he says, getting even more turned on.

I moan as I feel his first lick against my most intimate part. His lips wrap around my clit and he sucks like his life depends on it. He alternates between sucking and licking me from clit to my entrance.

I'm already a mess as it is, moaning and gasping for air; but when his tongue prods inside and he starts tongue fucking me, I shatter with abandon.

I whisper his name like a prayer which makes him look up and smile at me. I cup his face with both hands and bring it close to mine so I can kiss him. If my mind wasn't gone for him already, tasting myself on him definitely does it.

He pulls away and gets up off me, giving me the most beautiful strip show I have ever seen.

He takes off his watch first and places it beside my phone on the dresser. His shoes and socks go next, both pushed away neatly.

As if I didn't already know, he does everything with so much control it makes you think whether he's living each moment the second time around.

He unbuttons his shirt, revealing an impressive, hard set torso and takes it off his shoulders, giving me a full view of his muscular biceps. It's tragic he rarely wears short sleeved shirts.

I watch in fascination as his fingers unbuckle his belt and he pulls it free of the loops. Someday, I would love to hold his hands in mine and just examine them. They ooze so much surety with everything they do.

I admire his hands till he finally gets rid of the last clothing item on his body--his boxer briefs, and then something else gets all my attention.

"Like what you see?" He chuckles as he grips the base of his cock and rubs down its impressive length. Had it been anyone else, I would have come up with a sarcastic retort to the question.

But with him I simply smirk and nod slowly.

He gets on top of me on the bed and kisses me on the lips first, before moving to the rest of my face. The tip of his hard cock brushes against my body, making me wait in anticipation. I spread my thighs wide, as he positions himself just right. Then slowly he pushes himself inside me.

I let out a loud moan immediately and he grunts in appreciation. "Fuck, you're so tight." I dig my nails into his back, pulling him closer. Sex has never felt so good in my entire life.

He stays still for a moment, probably giving me time to adjust to his size, and my orgasm starts building. Then he fucks me just like I always knew he would--like a man possessed.

"You're mine, Zoey." Thrust. "You're not leaving me." Thrust. "I love you so much, baby."

His words evoke a deep sensation within me. As much as my mind wants to deny his love, in this moment, my body doesn't let me. Tingles start spreading over every inch of me and when his fingers press against my clit, I am done for.

I come with a cry and throw my head back, senseless with pleasure. He takes advantage of my exposed neck and bites down on the sensitive flesh. It drags out my orgasm as he reaches his own climax.

Warmth spreads within me as he collapses on top of my body.

"We didn't use a condom," I whisper against his ear, my voice breathless.

He slowly pulls himself out of me and rolls beside me, an elbow propped up. I can't tell a single emotion in his dark eyes.

"I'm clean," he says.

"Well, so am I. But I suck at being consistent with the pill," I force my voice to stay calm, trying to remember how many times I took my birth control pill this past week.

"You know I'll take care of both of you, right?" My head snaps to look at him so fast I may get a sprain later. His eyes still don't betray whatever's going on inside his head, but his words are alarming enough. He sees the shock in my eyes and adds, "In case..."

"Or you could just buy me a Plan B." I keep my voice amusing but I can tell he is anything but amused. Yet he concedes after a pause and gives me a nod. I exhale shakily, happy with his response for now.

Everything that has happened this morning has taken a toll on me and all I want to do right now is sleep. He senses that and pulls me close to him. I snuggle against him like a kitten and close my eyes.

The last thing I feel before falling asleep is his tender kiss on my forehead and his murmur in my ear. "I'll never let you go."