Free Rescued by Larynn Ford Page B

You are so perfect. I want to never take my eyes off you. I want to hold you forever. I want to make love with you and never stop. I want to hide you away and keep you all to myself. I want it all.” His voice was smooth and sexy, dripping with desire.
    “We can work on all that but for now, can I wash your back?” She removed the new bottle of body wash from the bag. In a playful manner, she waved the new sponge in front of him, drizzled on the lavender scented gel, and stepped closer. She raised both his arms above his head. “Keep them there,” she whispered.
    Her hands slid down to his sides. A slight twist turned him to face the wall. His arms and forehead rested against the shower wall as she began a gentle message on his back, covering the area from top to bottom, side to side in slow, tantalizing circles.
    His eyes closed tight. With every stroke of the sponge, sparks sizzled over his skin, and deep into his core. It took every ounce of his strength to remain motionless, per her request. His inner animal screamed for him to bring them to their knees to satisfy their wildest desires. He was at the brink but held fast to his control. This time would be at a slower pace with all their needs met. His Rose would be satisfied. He moaned with pleasure.
    She continued her slow, circular motions down his back. He trembled. His resolve weakening. The muscles from his thighs to the small of his back tensed and then relaxed, again and again. Flexing similar to that in bed earlier in the day. He became lost completely in the pleasure of the moment, and that memory until she eased the sponge between his legs and wrenched a strangled roar from him.
    “Rose . . .” He growled in agony.
    “Hum?”
    “You’re . . . killing me.” He squeezed his eyes tighter in an effort to maintain control.
    “Well, we can’t have that now, can we?” The spray now sprinkled onto his back, rinsing the sweet-smelling suds away. Her hands again eased to his sides and turned him to face her.
    He opened his eyes and brought his hands down to reach for her with ideas of his own on his mind.
    “Uh, uh, uh,” she sang out and waved a finger with a mischievous look. “I didn’t say you could put your arms down.” She waited. When he resumed his position, she began to circle his chest in slow motion.
    He gazed down his nose at the woman determined to torture him. She seemed to be enjoying every minute of it. Is this what life would be like with her? Pleasure beyond belief? Would he survive?
    She continued to sweep slow loops on his chest while she inched her way down his stomach and sides.
    “Rose, I can’t take much more. I . . .” His words came to a stifled halt as the sponge slid between his legs again. “Rose!”
    She directed the spray that cleared away the soap and placed a kiss in the center of his chest. Her tongue swept out to trail down to his belly button.
    “Enough. I need you.” He lifted her in the air so they were eye to eye. Her hands found his face and caressed his cheeks as she locked her legs around his waist and slid onto her rightful place. He spun around and pressed her back to the wall, the water flowed over them. They moved toward ecstasy until they collapsed against each other to catch their breath.
    Rose reached for the sponge again.
    What could she have in mind now?

Chapter 13
    The alarm on Marty’s phone chirped a soft cricket sound.
    Rose opened her eyes but didn’t move. She could get used to this. Waking up in Marty’s arms every day. She was well aware of the how being mated to someone worked. She just couldn’t grasp the why . How could they be so suited for each other so fast? It was enough to make a girl’s head spin. Too bad this wasn’t the only aspect of being mated. This part she was sure she could handle.
    “Hey.” Marty stirred but held tight to her. “We gotta get moving. We need to swing by Logan and June’s to pick up her car.”
    “Mmm, I think I should arrive at the house first,