Page 158 of The Virgin Romance Novelist Chronicles
Delaney:Good for you. Now, can I get back to watching my man strip for me with scarves?
Rosie:Derk performs naked scarf dances for you?
Delaney:Rosie, the boy will do anything I ask of him. Have a good night.
Annoyed, I tossed my phone back on the coffee table.
“You done ignoring me?” he asked.
“Excuse me? I’m not ignoring you. You’re ignoring me.”
“Am I? Because the way I see it, you threw a temper tantrum because I wouldn’t have sex with you, moved away from me, and started texting your friend about it.”
“You won’t tell me what’s going on at work,” I shot back, knowing he was completely right about me but not wanting to admit it.
Henry turned toward me with one leg bent on the couch. “I don’t want you to have to worry about work. There’s been some changes that were made and I’m adjusting to them, that’s all.”
“Bad changes?” I asked, concerned.
“Different changes. Like I said, nothing to worry about, okay?”
Knowing he wouldn’t budge on the conversation, I nodded. “Okay.” It wasn’t okay. I didn’t understand why he was being so cagey, and if it was affecting him, why wouldn’t he want to talk to me about it? We’d always talked about work things before we got together.Unless he hadn’t, and I just thought he had . . .
He studied me for a second before holding out his hand to me. “Come here, love. I need to feel your body on mine.”
Needing him as well, I allowed him to pull me into his arms. He moved on the couch so his legs were propped up on the cushions and he was parallel with the television. He guided me on top of his lap, facing him, and then rested his hands on my hips.
“What am I going to do with you, Rosie?”
My hair fell forward, and he pushed it behind my ears so he could see me better. He then ran his hand from my cheek, down the front of the shirt I was wearing, where he undid the rest of the buttons, exposing my stomach. Exploring, he moved his hand along the side of my breasts, teasing my sensitive skin until his hands rested on my bare hips.
His eyes grew heavy as he studied my exposed skin. I could feel him starting to harden under me, and I couldn’t help but get excited, knowing what came next.
Not wanting him to stop, I ran my hands up his stomach, past his pecs, and to his neck until I cupped his cheeks. Leaning forward, I pressed my chest against his and brought my lips to his, where I opened mine wide enough for him to slip his tongue inside. His tongue met mine, and as usual, that was enough to silence any thought.
My body heated up instantly, an inferno building deep in my core. Thankfully, Henry moved his hands from my hips up to my shoulders, where he pulled the shirt off me so I was completely naked. He grabbed my breasts, and he tweaked my nipples with his dexterous fingers, squeezing until I yelped in his mouth.
Arousal spiked within my body, causing my hips to rapidly move on top of his lap; I felt his erection harden even more and could feel the tip peek past his sweat pants. I continued to kiss him, moving my hips, and letting a euphoric feeling overtake me. My body felt like it was floating on the edge of a cliff, waiting to be pushed over in the most delightful way possible.
“Fuck, Rosie,” Henry mumbled right before he grabbed me under my butt and stood up, never breaking lip contact. I didn’t have to look where he was taking me because within a few seconds, I was tossed on the bed, looking up at Henry, who was taking off his sweatpants and putting on a condom.
He was about to get on top of me when I stopped him and made him lie down. “I want to be on top.”
He quirked a rakish eyebrow at me but then obliged, lying down on the bed and stroking his penis while eyeing my body. I pushed my hair back then straddled his lap. With his guidance, I slipped him inside me and immediately sighed in relief. Every nerve ending that had been begging for him to take me, for him to please me, stopped throbbing and settled in for what was to come . . . complete and utter satisfaction.
With one hand, I pulled my hair to the side and held on to it as I began moving up and down, intensifying our intimate connection. I looked at Henry to see him staring at my breasts. His hands were behind his head, letting me do all the work. Supporting my back, he lifted his knees so both feet were planted behind me. I took the opportunity to lean against him and change the angle of penetration.
“I read about this position in a book once,” I said, continuing to move my hips. “The guy put his finger on the girl’s button and she came immediately.”
“Don’t call it a button; it’s your clit, and no book talk right now. This isn’t a book you’ve read, this is Rosie and Henry,” he groaned. I lovedthatgroan, because it meant he was about to orgasm.
“Just thought I would share. Maybe you can press my . . . clit.” I choked out the word, not hating it completely. “I wonder if I would come real fast like the character. You never know until you try.”
“I know if you keep talking, this isn’t going to end well for you.”
“Just press it,” I said. “Press my clit.”
He rolled his eyes, brought his hand to my clit, and pressed it gently, rubbing it with the same motion my hips were moving in. What I thought was going to feel nice, didn’t feel good at all. It kind of felt like he was jabbing the head of a pin through my flesh.
