Page 15 of Praised
A self-assured knock on the door was enough to drag me back to the present, and I popped open the top two buttons of my shirt while I went to let him in.
Even in the golden brightness of the hallway, Rose was as gorgeous as I thought he was the whole time. His skin was a little paler, and his hair maybe a little blonder than I’d first thought, but still…
“Not too late to change your mind,” he said with a shrug.
I shook my head, stepping out of the way to let him into the suite. The out was well intended, and I probably should have taken it, but just the sight of him was enough to have me salivating.
After he closed the door behind him and gave the room a onceover, he blinked up at me. “You didn’t have to go to all this trouble.”
“It’s no trouble,” I assured him.
“It makes me feel a little bought.”
“Do you think you don’t deserve any of this?” I asked, giving a quick gesture toward the room behind us.
“It’s not that.”
“It’s exactly that.” I tugged the tails of my shirt out from behind my waistband, happy to get some relief from the tightness of my clothes. My muscles were still sore from helping Owen move earlier in the day and I was eager to get off my feet…for more reasons than one. “Why shouldn’t you have a room like this for anything you wanted? If you wanted to come watch TV in a hotel room like this, why wouldn’t you deserve that?”
“It’s extravagant,” he said.
“Not for me.”
“It’s unnecessary,” he tried again, eyes lingering on the soft leather couch against the wall behind my back.
“If you want it,” I said, taking a step toward him, “it’s necessary.”
Rose huffed out a quiet noise and tilted his head back to look up at me as I closed the space between us.
“You’re beautiful.” I brushed the side of my fingers over the curve of his forehead and down the side of his face. He leaned into me like his cheek was meant to fit against my palm, lashes fluttering. “You’re gorgeous. You should have all of the things you want at all times.”
“I want you to stop talking,” he murmured, looking up at me with eyes bright enough to take my breath away, “and kiss me.”
“I will,” I promised, hooking my thumb over his chin. He let his mouth fall open with the slightest hint of pressure, and I bit back a groan at the simple show of obedience. “But we need some ground rules first.”
“I didn’t know it was gonna be like that.”
“If you couldn’t tell, I like things a certain way.”
I walked us back to the couch, expecting him to sit beside me. It took work to stifle a pleased sigh when he climbed on top of me, his knees sinking into the distressed leather on either side of my thighs.
“I suppose all the best games have rules,” he conceded.
“Condoms,” I said, and he held up a finger between us.
He definitely had gotten a manicure recently, I noticed.
“Just for penetration,” he added. “Not blow jobs.”
Instinctively, my hips lifted off the couch. The mental image of his mouth around my cock was enough to get me hard. Rose gave a seductive swivel of his hips and raising a second finger.
“No face slapping.”
I licked my lips and let out a low hum. “That’s a shame. I’m certain you’d like it.”
Rose gave me a small smile, a slight flush up his throat.“Maybe another time.”
I uncurled his middle finger, bringing it up to speak the next, and in my opinion, most important rule. “If you want me to stop, say stop.”
