Picking Roses Page 8

  She blinked up at him as they made a turn, looking up into Les’ face. “Magic.”

  Les laughed, the sound gentle and fond. “You are, Rosie. I swear, you make me happy.”

  “Are you going to think bad of me, if I ask you back to the apartment, for the night?” They hadn’t even kissed, not with high-dollar intent and all, but…well, their bodies felt so nice together and she was a widow, not some green girl.

  He stopped dead, right there on the dance floor. “No, Miss Rosie. I am not going to think poorly of you for any reason.” It took someone almost knocking into them to get Les moving again.

  She let herself lean into him, let herself touch. Let him know that she wanted. His hand slid down her waist to rest on the upper swell of her butt. He was letting her know too. The music slowed and so did the lights, everything going to belt buckle polishing. Rose was in heaven. Les pulled her close, this low growly noise coming out of him. She could feel him, feel what was below his belt buckle, pressing against her. She lifted her face, making the offer. She wanted to know what his kisses tasted like. Les sidestepped them to the side of the floor and bent down, kissing her full on the mouth. His lips were warm, still not too damp, and they fit just right on hers. It wasn’t wild, because this wasn’t private, but it was slow and sweet, and enough to heat her to the core, make her moan.

  Les groaned a little too, pulling back to stare into her eyes. “I’m not sure I can do that much longer and stay polite, honey.”

  “I think. I think we ought to… Come home with me, cowboy?” Her heart thudded against her ribs.

  “Yes, ma’am. You locked your purse in the truck, right?” He steered her toward the door.

  “I did.” She loved how his hand felt, solid and strong on her side.

  “Then we can leave the beers.” They sped up some. She didn’t need the rest of her beer. She already felt a little high, a little tipsy.

  Les helped her into the truck, leaning in to kiss her again before he closed the door. She was vibrating like a strummed E-string, nipples hard, a ball of heat in her belly. Les kept stealing glances at her, kept sneaking in touches. Her leg, her arm, fingers brushing her breast. All the way home. By the time they parked, she was breathless and flushed, embarrassingly excited.

  Les was Mr. Tall and Silent, but she could see it in his eyes, in the way his jaw clenched. He wanted just as bad.

  They got upstairs and she locked the door. He put his hat on the hook that she’d put up three weeks ago, just for him. Then they looked at each other and she stepped right up into his arms and let their bodies touch. Les’ arms wrapped around her, and he bent to kiss her, this time deep and long. Not real hard, but real exploratory.

  His hands slid up her back, the caress making her moan.

  “Sweet lady.” Les murmured it against her mouth, lips moving on hers. “Sweet.”

  She hummed, snuggling in. The heat of his chest against her made her moan—the feel of his hardness against her belly was so fine. It was easy to reach up, pull the band out of her hair, let it down. Boys were fascinated by her hair, and she’d seen Les’ eyes on it, more than once.

  A tiny noise escaped him, and he pushed one hand up into the heavy stuff, tilting her head to kiss her again.

  This time the kiss left her breathless, left her clinging to his shoulders. Les moved a tiny bit, and suddenly she was pressed up against his chest, his leg between hers, holding her up on tiptoe. He felt hot, hard and hungry against her.

  “Les.” She pressed down, the friction making her gasp a little. Oh. Oh, it’d been so long.

  “Right here. You feel so good, honey.” His hand pressed against her bottom, helping her rub a little.

  “Gonna make me embarrass myself.” She kissed along his jaw, tongue dragging on his five o’clock shadow.

  “Nothing to be embarrassed about, huh? We ain’t kids.” Les made it sound that simple, as if anything they did together was okay with him. Her practical man.

  “No. No, we’re not.” She hummed, just under her breath. “I haven’t done this with anyone but Timmy. You’ll have to tell me if I don’t do it like you like it.”

  “Honey, you’re doing just fine. Just fine.” Les smiled, the expression gentle, fond and real horny around the edges.

  “Good.” She grinned at him, rubbed their noses together, then kissed him again, like she meant it. His other hand came down, too, squeezing her butt. His body felt good and right against hers, strong and steady. She let one of her hands touch his belly, stroke nice and easy in long motions.

  They rocked like they were dancing again, Les humming against her mouth. “We might have to move this to the bedroom, honey.”

  “I’d like that.” She licked his bottom lip, then took his hand and led him into her room. He glanced around, eyebrow arching at the pink flowery everything, and Rose chuckled. “What? I’m a girl.”

  “You need a man around the place, honey.” Les chuckled, turning her to face him fully again, working at her blouse.

  “You think?” She grinned at him, then returned the favor, slipping little mother of pearl buttons out of their holes.

  “I do. I think you could use some plaid.” He chuckled, shrugging out of the shirt when she pushed it down.

  “I like plaid.” The undershirt went next, right before she lost her blouse. She slid her fingers up Les’ belly, a soft moan leaving her at the soft hairs tickling her palms.

  “Oh, good.” Les unclipped her bra, his little fumble reassuring somehow.

  She shrugged out of the delicate lacy thing, trying hard not to worry if she looked okay. If her boobs were big enough, perky enough, pretty enough. Les sure seemed to like them. He stared, and his hands moved up and around, pushing up under her breasts. His hands were so big, the skin rough but warm. Rose pushed up on tiptoe, rocking into the touch. “Les…”

  “Soft. You’ve got sweet skin, Rosie.” He kissed the corner of her mouth, then he slid down to her throat.

  Her nipples were hard enough that they ached, and her breath sped as his lips headed south, brushing over the swell of her breast. Licking gently, Les worked down to one nipple before closing his mouth around it. He sucked, soft and slow. This deep sound left her, and her head fell back. It was like a line of pleasure, starting from the peak of her nipple and moving through her body, sliding through to the center of her body.

  Les made a rough noise, as his mouth moved on her skin, and his tongue came out to taste. His thigh pushed farther between her legs, giving her something to rock against, some sweet friction as her hips rolled in time with the suction at her breast.

  It was like dancing all over again, only a whole lot more X-rated. Les wasn’t in a hurry, not like Timmy always had been, but it was good. Different good.

  Her belly went tight and she was sure he could feel her getting damp.

  Les finally just picked her up and carried her the rest of the way to the bed. Didn’t strain him even a little.

  She settled on the mattress, then carefully worked his buckle open, kisses just barely brushing his belly.

  “Rosie.” He was so hard for her. She could see it under his jeans, could feel it against her hand when it brushed against his fly.

  “You smell good.” She loved that, the way a man’s body smelled when he was hard, needy.

  “You… Oh, honey. I can’t talk.” He was just moving restlessly, touching whatever part of her he could, his eyes eating her up.

  “You’re communicating just fine, cowboy.” Rose helped him strip down, get his jeans and socks and briefs off. He looked good to her, and she reached out and touched him, stroked him once from base to tip.

  “Oh. God.” He jerked, his cock swelling in her hand. It was kind of fascinating.

  “I…” She kissed the tip, right by the ridge where it flared out, so careful. “This okay?”

  “Okay?” He croaked it, his eyes like fire. “Oh, honey, you got no idea how okay that is.”

  That made her smile, made her rub her
thighs together a little, and she kept on exploring. Touching here, tasting there. He let her have her way. His thighs went tense, his balls swayed, and he moaned, his belly like a board. His hands slid into her hair, but he didn’t hold her tight or force her or anything. He just petted.

  So patient. Rose hummed. She liked this. Not hurrying, it was like a slow dance. You knew the quick ones were coming, but you still had this one, the whole way.

  “Come here, honey.” He finally tugged her back up, kissing her, not seeming to mind at all that drops of him were still on her lips.

  She’d kicked her shoes off, and his hands were warm on her waist, above her jeans.

  They kissed, the touches going deep, Les’ tongue pushing into her mouth. His fingers got to working on her button, her zipper.

  She sucked in to let him in, and that slid her nipples along his chest.

  “Oh…” Her eyes rolled and she stepped closer.

  “Sweet lady.” Les smiled against her mouth, then kissed her again. Then again.

  He was sliding her jeans down before she knew it, his hands warm and sure, not nervous at all where they cupped her butt. She arched her back, pushed back into the touch. His skin felt so warm, so good against her. His lips did, too, and they trailed down her neck, leaving a line of fire.

  Her skin tingled, everything lit up as he licked.

  Les took his time, making her shake. Heck, he made her want to holler at him to speed up.

  Of course, once his lips circled her nipple, started sucking in a steady, firm rhythm, she forgave him. Immediately. She held on while he bent her back a little, letting her lower body press against him. Les held her easily, not letting her fall.

  “Want you.” Sort of like she wanted to breathe.

  “I want you, too, honey. We need to get to the horizontal part of the evening.” Les backed her up and eased her down.

  She didn’t know where to put her hands, where to put her eyes.

  Then she knew, because he was so fine, taking the last of those clothes off, that she had to explore everything. Just everything.

  “Mmm…” This hungry sound came out of her and she licked her lips. He was so fine—strong and solid and real and she wanted to learn every inch.

  “This all right, honey?” Les didn’t show off or anything, he just paused before he slid into bed next to her, waiting for her nod.

  “More than.” She pressed close, smiling at how warm he was. “We’ve been real patient, cowboy.”

  “We have. I wanted to make real sure you were ready.” The corners of Les’ eyes crinkled up, so happy looking. “I sure am.”

  “Oh good.” They started laughing together again, and it was good, so good, just holding each other.

  Finally, though, Les turned, mouth meeting hers again, and the laughter faded away in favor of the heat that settled in her belly. His chest was rough with a light mat of hair, and his legs seemed to go on for miles.

  One of his thighs slipped between hers, and she moaned, pressing back down against him.

  “Oh, honey. You’re wet for me.” He murmured it against her neck, and it was unbearably intimate, what he said, and not a bit dirty.

  “I want you, Les, so bad.” She arched, hips rolling a little. “And you want me.”

  “I do.” He licked her throat. “Honey, I got to ask. Are you…? Do we need to use rubbers?”

  “No. No, I started… After you came down I went to the doctor’s, because I knew we might end up here.” Rose knew Les—she knew he wouldn’t hurt her, wouldn’t make her sick.

  “Oh, thank God.” He pushed a little, sliding between her legs, moving so his cock pressed against her lower belly.

  “Uh-huh.” She let her hand slide down, fingers circling the tip of Les’ cock.

  Wet, hot, it pushed between her fingers, Les’ hips moving in a slow circle. “Oh. Oh, Rosie-girl. That’s… Oh.”

  Yes. Yes, it was. He was…thick and long and so hot. She… Wow.

  Les let her hold him for mere seconds. Then he was easing her hand away, giving her a wry laugh. “Make me go off like a rocket, you keep that up.”

  “Mmm.” She got that. She felt like if he touched her slit, just once, she’d shatter, and she could go more than once. “I hear you, Les. I got you.”

  “You do, honey. You surely do.” Kissing her mouth, Les moved into position, the head of his cock slipping between her legs. Ready.

  She shivered and gasped a little, arching for him. Les moaned, licking her lower lip. Then he just went ahead and did the deed, spreading her wide and pushing inside her body.

  “Les…” She stretched for him, eyes wide. Oh. Oh, wow. That felt. Yeah.

  “Mmm. Yes, ma’am.” Sweat beaded on his lip, on his throat. Les held still a moment, letting her adjust, shudders shaking his long form.

  She leaned up, took a kiss, licking his lips for him. Les hummed, and suddenly they were moving, his chest brushing her breasts, his cock spreading her wide. The friction made her gasp. There wasn’t an inch of him she didn’t feel, not a minute where she didn’t feel full and spread.

  Les rocked, pushing in, pulling out. He started off with tiny movements, but got going faster, got moving with her. They found their rhythm, sure and steady, making the bedsprings creak, making her butt slide on the comforter.

  One of his hands slid under her, the other touched her, starting with her hair, then her cheek. Les looked at her as if she was the most beautiful thing ever. Her entire body felt like it was on fire.

  “Rosie.” Skin so hot against hers, Les pushed and rocked, his chest hair making her nipples ache.

  She got one hand on his chest, fingers sliding down the mat of blond curls as she touched his belly. Those heavy muscles rolled as he loved on her. He kissed like a man who knew what he was doing. Did other stuff like that too. There was no fumbling or hesitation or nothin’.

  His fingers slipped down, touched her just so, and it was pure lightning, making her arch and cry out for him. She was so wet that he moved easily over her, right where they joined, then a little higher. His hips moved in counterpoint, hot as anything.

  “Oh. Oh, Les. I… Please.” She didn’t know what she was asking for, just that Les could give it to her.

  “Yeah. Oh, honey. Yeah.” He plucked at the little bundle of nerves right there, his touch rough at the tips.

  Her sounds were embarrassingly loud, wanton, but she couldn’t hold them back. Les didn’t seem to care. In fact, he urged her on, licking at her lower lip. Yeah, he was all over the noises. There was a spring of need, deep in her belly, and it twined tighter and tighter, leaving her shaking, bucking underneath him, taking him deep.

  A deep groan tore from Les’ chest. “Rosie. I can’t hold it, girl.”

  “Uh-huh. Uh-huh.” That was the best she could do, because she was toppling over the edge, pleasure crashing down over her.

  There was a moment when it seemed like everything stopped, even their breathing. Then Les was grunting, filling her deep, his wetness so good in her, so right.

  She wrapped her arms around his shoulders, fingers moving idly.

  Les buried his face against her throat, breathing hard. He kissed the skin there, a damp little peck, and it made her smile.

  “Will you stay the night, cowboy?” She couldn’t stop touching him, loving on him.

  “I will if you want me to, honey.” Rolling to one side, just a little, Les slid one hand down over her hip, holding her close. “I would love that, in fact.”

  There was a spot for her head, right there on his shoulder. “I would too.”

  More than just about anything. All she had to do was smother those psycho voices in her head with a pillow.

  Chapter Fourteen

  Les woke up and was immediately aware of three things.

  He was in a bed, which was an amazing luxury. The bed smelled like flowers and Rosie, not stale beer and Fritos. And the dog nibbling gently on his fingers was not a giant, slobbery wolfhound, which was what his
buddy, Tug, was. This was a wee, wee Presley.

  Man, life was good.

  Bright black button eyes stared at him, that fluffy tail lifting and wagging.

  “Hey, furball. How do you feel about bacon?” He’d cook up breakfast if Rosie had anything in the fridge.

  The pup leaped into his arms, then licked his nose.

  “I think that’s a vote for lots of bacon. Come on, bud. Let’s go potty, huh?” He figured the poor pup had to go.

  He let the pup out onto Rosie’s tiny patio, then headed to the kitchen.

  Rosie’s fridge had a huge plate of caramels, just for him, which gave him a happy, along with eggs, bacon, and a couple of packages of meat that he knew she’d bought to feed him. He munched a caramel while he pulled out the bacon and eggs. He didn’t realize he was still in the buff until he turned the stove on and felt the heat.

  Warm hands wrapped a robe around him, tucking his dangling bits behind the terrycloth. “Careful with you, now.”

  “Thanks, honey.” Les turned around and kissed Rosie good morning, and he meant it. It was a good day already and high hopes for it getting better.

  “Mmm. Coffee?” She wore a tiny tank top and little pink shorts and her hair… Oh, damn. He’d never gotten to see it, loose and down and so dark, hanging down past the curve of her backside.

  “If you’re making, I’ll never turn it down.” Les had to kiss her again. Had to. He bent to her lips, one hand cupping the back of her head behind her hair. So pretty. Lord, he could just wallow in her. Of course, then his pan started smoking and Presley started barking.

  “Mmm. Bacon.” She stepped back and her nipples were hard and Les thought he could smell that she wanted him as bad as he wanted her.

  “Uh-huh.” He could control himself until after breakfast. No, really. Even if his cock was trying to poke right out of the robe.

  He turned the bacon, then headed for the fridge to get the eggs. That gave him a perfect view of…everything as Rosie bent to pull something out of the bottom drawer.