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“I’m going to touch you now, okay?” he asked.

She nodded, not really listening to him. He reached out touching her face. She caressed his abs moving down to grip the hard length of his cock.

He groaned. “Be careful with that. Light touches are better than not.”

Rose chuckled.

His hand moved down to cup her breast in his palm, and she couldn’t remember how to breathe.





Chapter Eight



“Breathe, Rose,” Peter said. His hand cupped her mound. Her hard nipple poked against his palm. His cock hardened with renewed need. Rose’s small fist tightened on him. “Loosen your grip, baby.”

If she held him much tighter she threatened to cut off his circulation.

“Sorry, I don’t know what I’m doing.”

Peter smiled. “Don’t worry. I’ll teach you everything you need to know.” Her blue eyes glittered up at him.

Her chest rose and fell with every indrawn breath she took.

“Do you like what I’m doing?” he asked.

“You’re not doing anything.”

He changed that, stroking her nipple with his finger. She gasped, staring down at where he touched her.

“It feels nice,” she said. Rose looked up at him, closing her eyes.

Peter came back to her. He was more than happy to leave tonight with nothing happening between them. Licking his lips, Peter knew he only had so much control. This was not about dominance. He wanted Rose, badly.

Moving her backwards, Peter turned the light on as he pushed her to the bed. She went back, her hand holding her steady.

“What’s going on?” she asked.

He stopped. “Do you want me?”

“Yes.”

“If you want me to stop you’ll say so.”

Her gaze met his. “I will.”

“Then lean back. Stop me if you get afraid. I’m going to show you how amazing two people can feel together.” He knelt on the bed, following her up.

She kept looking at his cock and then at his face.

“Open your legs.”

Rose did as he asked, opening her thighs. Peter settled between them with his hands going either side of her head.

“Tell me what you’re feeling right now?” he asked.

“I’m nervous.”

“Why?”

“I’ve never done anything like this before. I don’t know what’s expected of me.”

“Are you frightened of me?” he asked, needing to know the answer.

“I could never be frightened of you, Peter.” Her hand rested on his cheek. She pulled away seconds later. Grabbing her hand in his, Peter pressed her palm against his cheek. Closing his eyes, he relished the sensation, moaning into her palm.

“I love it when you touch me.” Peter wasn’t lying. His body hummed with desire at the simple touch of her hands. Her voice made him hard. Everything about her made him rock hard.

“You’re a Dom. How can you settle with me?” she asked.

He smiled. “I’ve always been a Dom, baby, but I don’t need it. I do it because I enjoy it, but I can live without it.” He’d happily live without it if it meant having Rose by his side. In the last few hours he’d been freed, and he was the person to have put himself in the trap. He did love Laura, but he wasn’t in love with her. For the first time in his life he could be happy, truly happy without fear of not being whole.

Peter stared down into Rose’s beautiful blue eyes, seeing her feelings written on her face. He truly believed he could be in love with her. She was so beautiful and kind. He loved spending time with her. He loved being around her. She made him a better person by existing.

“And having you is not settling. I can promise you that.”

He leaned down, taking her lips under his. “Kiss me back,” he said, breaking contact long enough to speak to her. She moaned, opening her mouth for him. Peter cupped her face, moving his hand down her body. She was so curvy that her body filled his hands perfectly.

Moving from her lips down, Peter kissed her neck then her collarbone. He kissed his way down to the tops of her breasts. His mouth watered, and then he was sucking on her red-tipped buds.

Rose cried out, thrusting her hips against him. Pressing a palm to her stomach Peter held her steady.

“Stay still. I’ll get there soon,” he said.

She stilled under his touch, staring up at him. Going back to her naked breasts, Peter sucked on one red-tipped nipple before going to the next bud. He changed between each nipple, dividing his attention.

He pressed both of her breasts together, licking the tips with his tongue. Rose moaned. She kept still as he sucked on her sweet little nipples. Her tits were so large and her nipples so small, but Peter found them addictive. She smelt like strawberries, really luscious and sweet.