Page 23 of Red Rose Cupcake

His lips trail down my neck, over my collarbone, until he’s kneeling in front of me, his hands sliding over my thighs. I gasp as he kisses the inside of my thigh, his breath warm against my skin. He looks up at me, his eyes dark with desire.

“I’ve got you, Rosie,” he murmurs, before pressing a kiss right where I need him most.

* * *

The sun is setting outside the windows of the suite, casting the room in a warm, golden glow. We’re lying in bed, tangled together, our bodies still warm from the heat of our earlier passion. I’m curled against Knox’s chest, listening to the steady beat of his heart, feeling more content than I have in a long time.

He strokes his fingers through my hair, his other arm wrapped securely around my waist, and I can’t help but smile. This weekend, this place—it feels like a dream, like something too good to be true.

“You okay?” he asks, his voice soft.

“Yeah,” I whisper, lifting my head to look at him. “I’m more than okay.”

He smiles, brushing a strand of hair away from my face. “Good. Because we’ve still got the whole weekend ahead of us.”

I raise an eyebrow. “And what exactly do you have planned for the rest of the weekend, Mr. O’Malley?”

He grins, that wicked, playful grin I love. “Oh, I’ve got a few ideas. But first… I was thinking we could order some room service and just… relax.”

My stomach growls at the mention of food, and we both laugh.

“Room service sounds perfect,” I admit, sitting up and grabbing the menu from the bedside table. I flip through the options, my mouth watering at the thought of a fancy hotel meal.

Knox pulls me back against his chest, resting his chin on my shoulder as he looks over the menu with me. “What do you want, baby?”

I scan the list, trying to decide between the steak and the seafood platter. “I think… maybe the seafood?”

“Good choice,” he says, pressing a kiss to my neck. “I’ll take the steak. We’ll share.”

I smile, leaning back into him as he grabs the phone and places the order. Once he hangs up, he pulls me close again, his hands running over my body in slow, lazy strokes.

“This feels… perfect,” I whisper, closing my eyes as I melt into his touch.

“It is perfect,” he murmurs, his voice a low rumble in my ear. “And it’s only going to get better, Rosie. Trust me.”

* * *

KNOX

The light filtering through the windows wakes me up, and I turn over in bed to find Rosie still curled up next to me, her breathing slow and even. I can’t help but smile as I watch her sleep, her dark skin glowing in the soft morning light. She looks so peaceful, so content.

I reach over and gently brush a strand of hair away from her face, not wanting to wake her, but needing to touch her, to feel her next to me. She stirs slightly, her eyes fluttering open, and when she sees me, she smiles.

“Morning,” she murmurs, her voice thick with sleep.

“Morning, beautiful,” I reply, leaning down to press a soft kiss to her lips.

She stretches, her body pressing against mine, and I can’t resist running my hands down her sides, savoring the feel of her curves under my fingers.

“We should get up,” she says, but her voice is half-hearted, and I know she’s not in any rush to leave this bed. Neither am I.

“We’ve got time,” I murmur, kissing her again, deeper this time. “Plenty of time.”

* * *

ROSIE

We eventually drag ourselves out of bed and get ready for the day, though not without a few interruptions. Knox can’t seem to keep his hands off me, and I can’t seem to stop wanting him to touch me.

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