“W-what are you doing?” I somehow managed to stutter out, breathing heavily. Pulling my finger from his lips, I removed his hand from my thigh. But his other hand squeezed my hip on the other side.

“Touching my Rosebud.” Moving my hair away from my shoulder, he put his head in the crook of my neck and took a deep inhale.

Forgetting the cupcakes, I now squirmed in his hold as his big, callused hand squeezed one of my thighs. Another heat shot through me.

“S-stop,” I whispered, biting my lip.

Letting out a groan, he palmed my inner thigh and my treacherous body let him.

“I can’t.” He slammed his mouth against me, capturing my lips into his scorching ones.

Not caring about my ruined hands, I clutched his collar and pulled him closer, wrapping my legs around him.

He didn’t waste any time to thrust his tongue inside my mouth and nor did I hesitate to join him in the battle. He explored every corner of my mouth and I let him, shivering in ecstasy. Suddenly I felt hot in the cool weather. Too hot to be normal. I could feel my dress riding up my mid thighs, and his hands roaming and feeling them. A desperate moan left my mouth. I needed more. I wanted more of his touch. I wanted to feel his skin against mine. Slipping my hands under his shirt, I ran my hands over his taut abs and hard, sculpted chest.

Letting out a rough groan, he pulled me to the edge of the railing, and I tightened my legs around him. And then I felt it. Him. Right against me. Hard and hot.

A gasp slipped through my lips as he pushed his hips against mine, emitting a loud moan from me.

“My rose,” his husky voice murmured against my neck as he sucked on my sensitive skin. “I need you. I need you so fucking much!”

I let out a shaky breath, my hands tugging at his hair. My lips parted when he left some more marks on my throat. They would definitely leave hickeys. But I didn’t care at that moment. I was too lost in his touches and kisses.

Until my gaze fell on his knuckles.

I tried to push him away, but he ignored me. So I used more strength. And this time, he did pull away. With a confusion etched into his darkened eyes, he watched me.

“What is that?” I pointed at his knuckles. There weren’t any cuts like the other day, but they were bruised. “You hurt yourself again?”

His gaze hardened. “I didn’t realize.”

My jaw clenched. “You didn’t realize? Are you even hearing yourself? You hurt yourself again and again and you don’t even realize? What’s wrong with you?”

He sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose. “Don’t worry, these are nothing. It happens sometimes when people do too many workouts.”