Page 5 of Cuts Like an Angel: Part 2

Chapter Three

William

Who gave a damn about a room with a view? Who actually cared if this room came with a window that faced the construction site? William didn't care, and he was sure as hell positive, Rosie didn't either. The hotel was just over from the airport. A short-stay place for those doing the long haul, or delayed flights, or special rooms perhaps for those that didn't have the patience to drive the hour it would take to get home, because being here, right in this moment was all that mattered.

He didn't have clean clothes, nor a bag, but what did that matter? He wasn't planning so much to keep his clothes on ... or hers. The receptionist, he was sure, had deliberately given them the room on the ninth floor ... the highest floor in the building with a lift was out of order after the first five floors. But that didn't matter either. William grabbed Rosie by the hand and led her up the stairs, a man possessed almost, only stopping when they reached their room, 903. Panting and gasping for breath, he shoved the key card into the lock and the mechanical hum signalled the door was open.

Pushing it, they both fell inside, sweat dripping down their faces as they stumbled over to the bed. They flopped backwards onto the standard issue white duvet and William laughed, making Rosie laugh along with him. He rolled onto his side, looking down at her. Dark hair stuck to her sweaty face in strands as she stared back, breathless. Her eyes were alive with such beauty he could hardly believe she was here or that she was his.

He rubbed a hand down his face, coming away with perspiration.

"In a rush, were you?" she laughed, running her hands through his damp hair.

The feel of her touching him, the realness … he leaned and captured her mouth with his, needing to make her more real. God, it had been too long since he had tasted her. He pressed his lips firmly to hers, kissing her in such a way she would know she was his only, had to be his. He pushed her mouth open, pushing his tongue inside to stroke along hers. She moaned into his mouth, and he stopped enough to catch his breath, but then he was back, kissing her, leaving hot trails along her damp, flushed neck. He nipped at her skin, his hands desperate to touch her yet afraid to do anything wrong and shatter the dream. "God, I missed you," he breathed, pressing his mouth against her salty skin, breathing her in. “Never go away again.”

"I missed you too," she said when he pulled up to look down at her. She cupped his face, her delicate hand brushing along his stubble. "I didn't think the plane would ever get here. Was the longest flight of my entire life."

"Mine too." He devoured her with his eyes, melding her image to his brain. To keep it there and never let her go again. That was the plan, anyway. She was his. She was here. He took her hand from his face and raised her arms above her head, pinning them under one of his own. He kissed down them—kissed along that tender flesh just at the underside until he reached her shoulder. “I want to taste every damn part of you. Before this day is done.” He took gentle nips lower.

"William," she breathed, pushing her chest up in response to his mouth. She didn't fight his hold as he traced his fingers down to the hem of her dress. She gasped when he pushed the front of her dress down and captured her breast in one hungry suck. Arousal pulsed through his body as he pushed her dress up to her waist and yanked on the side of her panties, pulling them down.

Josh was suddenly there, wanting to push inadequate William aside. William who wanted to love Rosie, to make love to her. Slowly. To touch her tenderly and treat her with all the love she deserved. Then Josh who wanted to just take her now—who wanted to rip her clothes from her body and push himself inside her until she called out his name. His ... not William's.

He let go of Rosie's hands so he could pull her panties all the way off and she sat herself up, reaching for the belt on his jeans. He pushed her hands away, he could do it faster than she could. He snapped the belt open and then pushed everything down in one go.

Before he could clear his jeans from his feet, Rosie yanked him back down right between her legs. Her hands clasped at his back, grabbing his shirt and pulling it up and over his head even as he slid deep inside the tight wetness of her. He groaned at the feel of it—at the way she tightened around the length of him. "Fuck," he gasped. His mouth found hers once more, and she moaned against his lips. She held onto him tightly as if she was trying to pull all of him into her. He tried, but it was like he couldn't get close enough, couldn't get deep enough inside her.

He moved faster, each stroke another thrust to get them closer. Filling a hunger that was almost impossible to satisfy. She dug her fingers into his back, her nails grazing his flesh and making him arch for more, call for more with thick grunts.

She thrust her head back, gripping his waist tight with her legs. “William,” she cried, tensing under him with the arch of her back. William buried his face in the crook of her neck, biting along the delicate skin there, sucking it into his mouth as her body convulsed against his and sent him over the edge with a mind shattering climax.

He could hardly move afterwards. Both breathless and panting again, they lay joined as if this was where they belonged. Just with each other. Him inside her. He breathed in her intoxicating scent as he let his body calm.

"William," Rosie murmured after a moment of them both just lying there.

He pushed himself up, still buried inside her. "Welcome back," he grinned down at her.

"That’s the best welcome back I've ever had," she said. "But ..."

His stomach clenched. "But ...?"

"Now I really am sweaty; I need a shower or something ... and food."

Food ... God. Yes. He went to jerk up and off her, but she caught his arm, her hand around the back of his neck pulling him down to kiss her. "I never said you could go.”

"Are we getting a little bossy, Rosie?"

"Maybe,” she smiled.

William gave her a gentle kiss and then pushed himself back enough so he could roll off her and lie back on the bed. He kicked his jeans off the rest of the way and flung them to the floor. He lay back and held his arm out to Rosie.

She sat herself up, and pulled her dress off, flinging that to the floor beside his things, then she tucked herself next to William, pressing her naked body against his side. They were both asleep within minutes.

William woke before Rosie did, but she was still in his arms. They'd slept the whole damn day away it would seem. It had grown dark outside, the city’s lights shining life into the place now as weekend visitors arrived, saw friends, and partied. William slipped himself from under Rosie and pulled his clothes back on. He'd waited for what felt like a lifetime to be here; he would not screw this up now.

Slipping out of the room, he made his way back down all the stairs and to the restaurant on the ground floor. Did dinner in bed work as well as breakfast in bed? He wasn't sure, but it didn't matter. The restaurant was a self-service buffet style and the price of it was included with the room. All he had to do was show his room key.

He got a plate and filled it with crackers, bread, meat, and cheese. Just things they could nibble on to take away the hunger enough for the night. He got two fresh coffees, too. Thankfully the lift was now in working order for him to take it back.

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