Page 38 of Roses for Rosie

I sink to my knees in front of her and kiss my way up her inner thigh. Her legs fall open as she surrenders to me. She is hot and slick with desire before my tongue gets to her. She’s more ready than she thinks she is, but I’m not taking any chances.

I slip one finger insider her as I start to lap at her. She clenches around me immediately, a moan escaping her lips. I continue to devour her, to pull her to the edge and then push her over. By the time I’m done, she is limp in my arms and looking at me in wonder.

“Ready?” I ask, pulling myself up and positioning myself over her.

“Ready,” she says, breathily.

Slowly, I push myself against her entrance. She is wet and welcoming. One long, gentle push buries me deep inside her. Her hips tip upward toward me, pulling me in even deeper.

“Okay?” I ask.

She nods and I start to move, pulling out and pushing back in. All the way. Slowly, tantalizingly, dragging every ounce of sensation I can from each stroke. Rosie matches my rhythm, arching up to meet me and inviting me in.

When I hear her breath quicken and feel her start to tighten around me, I pick up the pace. Her eyes widen as she moves with me, amazement spreading across her face. I feel her come around me. I give myself permission to let go as well and empty myself into her, collapsing next to her and holding her close.

“I never thought it could be so… wow,” she murmurs.

“Wow is right,” I say, kissing her eyelids.

We lay there together for the rest of the afternoon, napping, talking, kissing, and making love. The beach can wait. I have everything I need right here.

Chapter 19

Rosie

I’m in paradise. The beach is right outside my door, the penthouse suite is luxurious beyond all imagination and the perfect man is sleeping by my side. I’m an early riser and I woke up with the sun this morning. Adam is still in dream land, and even though I’m awake I feel like in a way so am I.

Except this dream is so much better than anything I ever imagined before. How did I get here? A few weeks ago, I was rhapsodizing about the famous Adam Smythe with my friends at book club and now I am in bed with him at a fancy resort on the beach. Life sure takes some wild turns.

I stretch all the way from my fingers to my toes, careful not to disturb Adam, and snuggle back into the mountains of pillows on the bed. The sheets are silky and soft and the mattress cradles my body like a cloud. I could stay here all day. Actually I did stay here all day yesterday.

I sigh, remembering the incredible afternoon and evening Adam and I spent wrapped up in each other. When he invited me down here, I pictured us sitting on the beach or walking the boardwalk, but we didn’t make it that far. Not nearly that far. Once we got to the bedroom, we had better things to do than be tourists.

I try to remember how many times we made love and struggle. It all blends together in a blur of pleasure and desire. I had no idea being with a man could be like that. I’m sure Adam realized I was a virgin, but I hope my lack of experience didn’t show too much.

He seemed to enjoy himself, I muse. I must have done a fairly good job. I can’t wait to give it another try. I’m sure Adam has plenty more bedroom tricks to teach me. I’ve always been a good student, but I’ve never had a teacher like Adam before.

I wonder what we will do today. Surely we can’t spend the whole day here in bed. Maybe we will spend some time with our toes in the sand and frosty frozen cocktails in our hands. Maybe we will eat dinner at a fancy restaurant. I bet the seafood is amazing right here by the ocean. Maybe we could rent a couple of bikes and ride along the boardwalk. I glance toward the window and see the sun shining brightly through the cracks in the curtains. It looks like a beautiful day.

Adam stirs next to me, beginning to wake up. I prop myself up on an elbow and watch as his eyelids flutter open. A smile comes over his face when he sees me.

“Morning, beautiful,” he says.

“Good morning, yourself.” I lean over and kiss him softly on the lips. I could get used to waking up like this.

“Sleep well?”

“So well. This bed is heavenly!”

“Agreed. The things we can do in this bed are pretty outstanding too.”

I blush and look away, suddenly shy. I absolutely want to do all those things again, over and over, but in the bright light of day I wonder if I was too forward yesterday. My father always tells me that women shouldn’t pursue men. Did I enjoy myself too much?

I glance over at Adam. The look on his face lays all my fears to rest. He doesn’t look bored by me and he doesn’t look like he thinks I’m a slut. He looks like he would like to stay in bed all day again. For a moment I forget all about my beach plans for the day and am about to suggest we do just that when Adam looks over at the clock.

“Oh, wow. I overslept. We better hurry or we’ll be late.”

“Where are we going?”

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