Page 37 of Roses for Rosie

It only takes a moment for my lips to meet hers. The kiss quickly turns urgent as we tell each other how much we missed each other while I was away. No words are necessary; our bodies do the talking for us.

I pull her onto my lap so she is straddling me and slide my hands up under her shirt, grazing the soft smooth skin of her back. She shifts closer, plastering herself to me and burying her hands in my hair. She must feel my excitement, there is no way I can hide it in this position.

Before I can do anything about it though, the car comes to a stop in front of the hotel. Rosie quickly scoots back to her side of the car, straightening her clothing and blushing adorably as she does. Wait until we get to the room, I think. I’ll really give you something to blush about.

The driver opens the door with Rosie’s suitcase already in hand, ready to follow us into the hotel. I grab Rosie’s hand and pull her out of the car.

Surprise number three is waiting for us inside the hotel and I don’t want the driver’s company when Rosie sees it so I tip him and take Rosie’s suitcase from him. The hotel lobby is gawk-worthy, and Rosie appreciates it to its fullest, craning her neck and tripping over her feet, making sure she doesn’t miss a thing.

Her enthusiasm reminds me of how I used to feel about lobbies like this one. Watching her reaction makes me slow down a step and take in my surroundings. It really is an astonishingly beautiful room. I hate that I’ve become so jaded that I barely even noticed the opulence when I checked in. I vow to pay more attention and be more grateful for these small pleasures in the future.

We finally make our way across the room to the glass walled elevator bank. I guess when you have a lobby as beautiful as this one, you want to make sure your guests can see it from every possible angle, even from the elevator. I push the button for the penthouse level and set Rosie’s suitcase down.

She isn’t so busy reveling in the lobby to miss the significance of the floor I chose.

“The penthouse?” she squeaks.

“Nothing is too good for my girl.”

“This is like a dream come true. Pinch me to make sure I’m awake.”

“I will do no such thing, but I will do this.” I lean over and kiss over again, giving everyone in the lobby a show through the glass walls. Every man in this place is probably green with envy. I know I would be if I saw another guy with a woman as gorgeous as Rosie is.

The elevator dings and the doors open to reveal a single door and keypad. I hold my key card up to the lock and the door opens with a soft click. Rosie thought the lobby was amazing, but she is now officially in paradise. The penthouse has an open floor plan and is lined with a wall of windows overlooking the expansive beach. From the doorway she can see the opulent living area with its three pristine white couches, large screen TV and full bar, the dining area with a table meant to seat at least ten, and the fully equipped kitchen.

She kicks her shoes off and sinks her toes into the plush white carpet, moaning with pleasure as she does so. She wanders around the room, running her fingers over the edges of the couches and touching the pillows. Hugging herself, she turns around in a circle to take the whole space in again and then declares, “I love it here,” before pirouetting onto the couch and landing in a heap.

“If you love it here, wait until you see what’s through there,” I say, opening the door to the bedroom suite, home to a California King sized four poster bed draped with a canopy and sheer curtains.

“Wow! Just wow,” she remarks, clapping her hands when she catches up to me and gets her first glimpse of the bedroom. I set her suitcase down just inside the door and gather her to me, ready to finish what we started in the car.

My lips meet hers and I feel electricity race through me. I back her slowly toward the bed, holding her close and keeping our lips locked. When the backs of her knees hit the bed, I lower her slowly down onto it and stand above her, admiring her.

She reaches up for my hand and pulls me down next to her, sliding herself as close to me as she can get. I wrap my arms around her and kiss her again as she entwines her legs with mine.

Every curve she has fits against me perfectly. Our bodies meld together as if we were made for each other. I want nothing more than to touch every inch of her, to memorize every freckle, to discover her sensitive places, to drive her wild and make her scream with pleasure. And I have nothing to do for the next few days but achieve those goals.

I start with her earlobe, exploring it with my lips. I take my time and find the spot that makes her gasp, lavishing attention on every part of her along the way. The skin behind her ear is exquisitely sensitive and I have her squirming beneath me in seconds.

“Adam,” she gasps.

“You’re so beautiful, Rosie,” I pause to gaze down at her. Her eyes are hooded and dark, lit with desire. This is just the beginning, I think, imagining all of the delicious things I am going to do to her before she goes back to Jamesville.

My lips find their way back to her throat and I kiss my way down her neck to the tops of her breasts before reaching for the hem of her shirt and gently pulling it over her head. I can’t help but run my fingers over her stomach and up to the bottom of her bra. Slowly, gently, I remove the last barrier of clothing and close my mouth over one perfect nipple.

Her short, sharp breaths let me know how much she is enjoying herself and her excitement threatens to push me over the edge myself, but I’m not ready yet. I want to savor her, to make this experience last and last.

I trace lazy circles with the tips of my fingers over her shoulders and down her arms, letting her come down a bit. She opens her eyes and looks up at me, curious. Then she lets her own hands wander. She finds her way under my shirt, exploring the planes of my chest and stomach, sending shivers of pleasure through me.

As soon as I pull my shirt over my head, her hands are at my belt, fumbling with the buckle. I drop my pants and boxers to the floor and peel her leggings off, leaving only her panties between us. Her eyes go wide when she sees me standing naked before her.

“Adam, I don’t think this is going to work.”

I look at her quizzically and then it hits me. She has never done this before, I realize. Rosie is a virgin. “Trust me,” I say. “I won’t hurt you.”

I mean it too. I wouldn’t hurt this amazing woman for the world. I redouble my resolve to take this slowly, to make sure this is magical for her.

“I trust you,” she says.

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