All I Need: Rod & Daisy (All Of Me Duet Book 2) by A.D. Justice (electric book reader txt) 📕

want is to revel in the feel of his fingers on my skin, his lips on mine, and our bodies in perfect sync.

“You know, I always thought it was a dramatization, meant for those romance books you ladies love so much. But now that I’ve seen it for myself, I don’t think I can live without it ever again.” A hint of a small smile plays at the corner of his lips.

“What exactly are you referring to, Rod?” I can’t tear my eyes from his mouth now that I’ve set my sights on it.

“Watching you trying to control your breathing with my every step toward you is mesmerizing. The way your chest rises and falls pulls me under your spell more than I already am. I’ve used all my self-restraint in the few steps between you and the door. Knowing you’re as hungry for me as I am for you is intoxicating.”

“Then you must be thoroughly drunk.”

He nods. “I am drunk… on you.” He threads his fingers through my hair and grips it in his fist. With a light tug, he pulls me toward him.

One moment later, our mouths collide in a hurried frenzy, desperate for more. Then he holds my face in his hands and breaks our kiss. With precision, he controls our movements, taking his time as he makes me crazy with desire and desperate with need. The slow torture of his kiss is sensual and erotic—more so than the frantic pace at first. That was unbridled passion driving us. This is deliberate and calculated—purposeful. With every premeditated move he makes, he sets every part of me aflame.

His fingers graze across my skin as he undresses me. Every touch is like lightning zinging me, traveling through my veins and igniting every fiber in my body. As I stand before him, completely bare in more than one way, not a single fear or doubt creeps in. He’s quieted the voices in my head that warn me against trusting any man. He shows me he’s turned over a new leaf, and how he wants to nurture this bond between us.

Then he makes love to my mind as much as my body. The words he utters while bringing me to the brink of ecstasy repeatedly melt me from the inside out. I’ve turned into putty in his hands. His ministrations lift me to heights I’ve never been before, and I feel as if I was created only for him. Time after time, he takes me to the edge and pushes me over with his words of love whispered in my ear.

He delays his own pleasure and slides down me until he settles between my legs instead, his lips leaving a trail of fire in their wake. Then I feel his mouth cover me and stars burst behind my eyelids. His tongue probes, flicks, and licks my sensitive center. He draws my clit between his teeth with light pressure, but enough to set every part of me aflame.

Then he moves to hover over me, perfectly aligning our cores, as he slides in me inch by inch, slowly and methodically, until he hits the hilt. His hips push forward, then he arches back, over and over until the tingling sensation becomes so intense it overcomes my senses. My body writhes, shakes, and shutters of its own accord. I have no control over it, but Rod commands it with expert skill. He knows when to pull back to allow me to breathe, then drive me right back to the brink all over again.

When I’m sure I can’t take another second of his sensual assault, he relinquishes what little control he’s managed to retain and succumbs to the bliss with me. In the final throes, he locks eyes with me, his love for me shining in his baby blues, and he whispers into the darkness.

“You’re everything I never knew I wanted or needed. You can do so much better than me, but I’m a selfish bastard. I will never let you go.”

Before I can form a reply with my tied tongue, he buries his face in my neck and slides his arms underneath me, wrapping me in his strong in brace. He holds onto me for several long minutes—silent, but no less intense. These feelings are so new to me. Even at my age, I feel like a newbie on the dating scene, unsure of what I should say or do next. But loving Rod comes so naturally, even when I’ve fought against it. The only person I fooled with my objections was myself.

“We should go downstairs and put the presents out now. Once we fall asleep, I’m afraid we won’t wake before the kids.” Rod rolls over, then swings his legs over the side of the bed.

After we’ve dressed, we creep down the steps and spend the next hour arranging the presents for Landen and Isa until they’re perfect. When we’re done, we stagger back to bed and crash from sheer exhaustion. Though we managed to get a few hours of sleep, I feel as if I’d just closed my eyes when two giggling children crawl on top of us to wake us.

“Momma, Santa came!” Landen’s excited whisper is much louder than he realizes, making me smile despite my lack of sleep.

“Uncle Rod, wake up. We have to open presents now.” Isa bends over Rod’s face and pries one of his eyes open with her little fingers.

He lies perfectly still for a moment, then sits straight up with a load roar. He snatches both children up in his arms while they shriek and laugh with delight.

There’s zero chance of going back to sleep with how excited our kids are now, so we rise and follow them downstairs. Others are already stirring in the kitchen and the den, also woken early by their kids. Rod takes a seat on the floor by the tree and plays Santa, passing out gifts until there’s nothing left.

Then, as I watch him interacting with them, I realize I