“Fuck, Rosie.” He presses another kiss to my neck. “You’re so wet already. Were you laying here thinking about me while I was in the shower?” I give a jerky nod in answer and suppress a moan. “Mm,” he hums. “Were you thinking about me naked?” Another nod, my heart racing. “Was I stroking myself?” Heat pools in my core as I nod again. “Words, Rosie. You’re going to have to start talking to me.” “Y-Yes,” I stutter, tipping my head back to give him better access to my neck.
