Total pages in book: 46
Estimated words: 43373 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 217(@200wpm)___ 173(@250wpm)___ 145(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 43373 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 217(@200wpm)___ 173(@250wpm)___ 145(@300wpm)
She didn’t want to ruin it, so she pulled her hand away, cupped his face, and tilted his head back. His lips looked so welcoming, she couldn’t say no, and as she kissed him, she felt his moan and it seemed to vibrate through her body.
It felt so good, she didn’t know how she’d survived without it.
Chapter Eight
Rocco was more than happy to make out on Rose’s front porch, but with the guys constantly doing perimeter checks and the beta team also out in force, he didn’t want to share his woman’s moans with anyone else.
Lifting her up in his arms, he carried her through to her small cabin. He kicked the door closed and leaned back, allowing her to lock it.
His senses were so acute, he didn’t even need to stop kissing her to get what he wanted. He also didn’t need to break away from her lips to work his way through her cabin. The scent of her was everywhere, and seeing as she wasn’t fighting his need for her anymore, he was more than happy to admit this was Heaven to him.
Basking in her scent, being surrounded by Rose, he now understood Wolfe and Boyan a lot more. They were quite dominating about their females, and they didn’t like it when any of the club brothers touched their belongings. He also knew they were a little jealous of Enzo knitting them sweaters.
Enzo’s scent tended to be all over it, and the guys had a problem with that. The truth was, he didn’t like smelling Graham near Rose, and yet, he did.
He knew she’d been helping with guard duty, which he didn’t like. Rocco had gone to the Alpha in the hope of getting it stopped, as his wolf could only take so much, but Alpha wasn’t hearing any of it.
The extra eyes and hands were more than welcome, seeing as the beta team could only help so much. Rose was held in slightly higher regard than the beta team. This had been unheard of before, and he figured it was down to Rose’s ability to clean up messes without causing trouble. In most situations, when it came to the beta team, they had no choice but to clean up their messes. Rose made life easier.
He pushed that out of his mind as he entered her bedroom, and the smells were intoxicating. Rocco placed her on her feet and then pulled her in close, cupping her face and kissing her. At the same time, he felt this overwhelming need to touch her, to make up for lost time, and get used to every inch of her. He wanted to commit what she looked like to memory, so he would never forget.
There was so much for him to make up for.
Taking hold of her shirt, he tried to do it nicely—to remove it from her body without tearing it—but he wasn’t a patient guy, and within seconds, he had torn her shirt in two.
“I liked that shirt,” she said.
“I’ll get you a new one.” He winked at her. What he would do was get her a shirt that was owned by him for her to wear. He’d love to see her in his clothes.
Boyan and Wolfe’s mates were always wearing their clothes, and he knew the brothers loved it.
Next, he helped with the skirt, and this time it fell to the floor without any trouble. Rose stepped out of it and he captured her hips, pulling her against him.
She still wore a bra, and he tore it from her body, knowing he should take a little extra care, but also not caring at the same time. Running his hands over her body, he loved her curves, and it was like she was designed to fit him, exactly as he hoped.
She moaned his name, and he was never going to forget that precious sound. He was going to treasure it always.
It was in that moment, when he held Rose in his arms and heard the noises she made, that he knew she was everything to him. It was a miracle he was even getting to hold her now. He had no doubt that if it weren’t for their wolves Rose wouldn’t let him anywhere near her.
He would have to work to make it up to her.
Rocco pulled her against his chest, which broke the kiss, but he started at her neck and slowly trailed his lips down, stopping at that zone on her pulse, and nibbling down toward the curve of her shoulder.
She let out a little moan, and again those sounds were awesome. He knew he was never going to get tired of hearing her.
Putting his hands on her waist, he took his time, sliding them down toward her hips, and then slowly drawing them up, going toward her nice, full tits. He cupped them in his hands, and they were more than a generous handful.