Dear Rosie, (Love Letters #2)

We taste each other.

We memorize each other.

And I cling to this moment between us.

I etch it onto my soul.

I squeeze my eyes shut as tears drip from my lashes.

I love this man so fucking much.

And I want to keep him.

Nathan grunts as he thrusts his hips.

His movements are getting rougher.

He’s pushing deeper.

And I know he’s close.

A hand moves between us, and his fingers are on my clit again.

“Give me that second one, Rosie. Give it to me now.” He keeps slamming inside me. “I’m not pulling out this time. I’m filling your pussy up. I’m stuffing my pretty Little Rose full of my seed.”

His filthy words are all it takes.

A sob leaves my throat, and I wrap my arms and legs around him, holding him to me as I come around his length.

Nathan throws his head back and lets out a guttural sound as his cock pulses inside me.

Filling me.

Just like he promised.

ONE HUNDRED TWENTY-SEVEN

NATE

Rosie settles her head on my chest, and I wrap my arm around her back, holding her closer.

Today was… It was everything I want.

I’ve been on so many trips. Had so many nights away from home. And Charles has made coming home a happy occasion because before him… I was always just coming home to an empty house.

But today…

I press a kiss to the top of Rosie’s head.

It wasn’t just the sex.

Okay, it’s partially the sex because fuck me, that was fucking hot.

I admitted to never shaving anyone, but I didn’t admit that I’ve never come inside a woman bare like that either.

And as much as I want Rosie to know she was the first, I didn’t want to say anything that would make her think of the other women I’ve been with.

I didn’t want to think of them either. Because they don’t matter.