Free Lust Is the Thorn by Jen McLaughlin Page A

in my dreams. You I feel touching me. Kissing me. It’s always you, Rose. It’s always been.”
    Her hand stopped, and her jaw dropped. “What?”
    “I told you not to fucking stop,” I growled, my tone harder than steel. The second she started moving again, I lifted a hand and pressed my fingers against her mouth, dying for just a little taste of her. Just one little taste…“That’s better. And, yes. It’s always you. On top of me. Underneath me. It’s always your sweet lips that are wrapped around me, driving me higher and higher until I want to explode, but I never get to. I never get to have you. It’s torture.”
    She arched her back, crying out. “Keep talking. God, don’t stop.”
    I sucked in a deep breath, seconds from orgasm myself, simply because she was whimpering louder, and her movements were growing jerkier, and it would be
so
easy to give in to those darker urges that had never fully left me, no matter what promises I had made, or what life I hoped to lead in my search for absolution.
    I tightened my grip on her arm. “In my dreams, you make the hottest sound when you come. Let me hear you. I
need
to hear you.” I ran my knuckles over her cheekbones roughly. “And your cheeks are always flushed, your nipples hard, and your mouth wet…let me see it. I need to
see
it. Show me heaven. Come for me, my sweet Rose.” I skimmed my fingers over her shoulder and toward her breast, my breath hitching in my throat as her nipple puckered. Her skin was so soft. So creamy. “
Scream
for me.”
    She cried out, her whole body collapsing against the wall. She was breathing heavily, her cheeks pink and her red lips parted, just like I’d always imagined. Her long brown hair framed her face, clinging to her damp skin, and she had an effervescence to her that I had never seen before. And the sound she made? Nothing was hotter than that.
    I had to join her.
    Had to
have
her.
    Letting out a ragged moan, I pressed a hand to my cock, squeezing it until the pressure eased, trying to kill the need to bury myself inside of her. It didn’t work. Nothing worked. She locked eyes with me, watching. Waiting. Moaning again, I squeezed harder, and gripped the button on my pants with my free hand.
    The second I unbuttoned it, she was on her knees, splashing in the water at our feet. All it would take was me pulling down the zipper, and I could be buried inside her hot, tight, little—
    Ring. Ring.
    Behind her, my phone lit up, vibrating against the porcelain countertop of the vanity. I froze, my hand still on my cock, and glowered at it.
Ring. Ring.
I slammed my hand against the knob, turning off the water. The tub was almost overflowing, but the emergency drain had done its job and prevented the water from spilling over.
    Running my hand through my hair, I let go of my erection and collapsed against the wall. “What have I done?”
    She still watched me as if she ached to take my cock in her mouth and suck on it until I forgot what I was.
Who
I was. Until I forgot all about my promises to Mikey and went back to being the selfish boy I used to be. The one I swore to leave in the past. “So…uh…I guess we’re done here, right?”
    “I…yes.” My phone continued ringing, and I ignored it. I focused on her splinted arm instead. “I…I’m sorry.”
    “Don’t be sorry.” She stood up uncertainly, and I reached to catch her elbow, helping her to her feet. “It was fun…for me, anyway.”
    “No. It was wrong.” I let go of her as soon as she was steady. “I’m supposed to be helping you, not…not…”
    Her lips twitched. “Believe it or not? That was a huge help. I needed that more than I needed soft words and gentle touches. You know how Gallaghers are. We don’t do soft. We take action, and that was the best action for me. I feel great now. How about you? How are you feeling?”
    My cock ached with the need for relief, my soul longed for forgiveness even more than before, and I was even more uncertain