Page 69 of Rebels and Roses

“It’s not like that. You know what I mean,” she chided. “Now kiss me again.”

He complied, taking his own sweet time. They had all night, and he wasn’t in a hurry.

“First things first,” he said when he lifted his head. “A long, hot bath and then dinner. Play your cards right, and there’s a back massage just for you.”

“Yes,” she hissed, a grin on her beautiful face as she did a triumphant fist pump in the air. “I’m in, baby.”

She wandered over to the table with the two dozen roses and leaned down to breathe in their heady scent.

“These smell amazing. I love flowers. Thank you.”

“I’m glad you like them. I had to check with Lucy as to what your favorite flower was.”

“And they’re not red,” she said, taking another whiff, her eyes closed. “Red is so cliche.”

“I had a feeling you were more adventurous. You’d want something different.”

“You were right. They’re perfect. I’ve never seen anything like it.”

It had taken four phone calls, but he’d found a florist that had rare “lavender” roses. They were multi-colored with purple and pink swirled through the petals. They were even more spectacular than he’d hoped.

They were beautiful, sexy, and exotic, just like Jane.

He set Jane up to watch some television while he disappeared into the large marble bathroom, running her a bath in the giant tub - perfect for two.

“Your bath is ready. Go ahead and climb in. I’ll be right after you.”

He didn’t want to leave as she quickly shed her clothes. He could look at her gorgeous body all night and all day, but duty called. He was trying to make this the perfect evening.

While Jane settled into the tub, he popped the cork on the champagne and filled two flutes with the bubbly liquid. He wasn’t a huge fan of champagne, but an evening like this demanded it. With one hand he carried the glasses, and with the other, he had the tray of chocolate-covered strawberries.

They’d eat dinner later, but that didn’t mean they couldn’t have a small snack to tide them over. Was there anything more romantic than champagne and strawberries? Cooper wanted to spoil Jane a bit.

Setting the champagne flutes and chocolates on the edge of the tub, he leaned down to press a kiss to her pillow-like lips. The bathroom was steamy from the heat of the water, and Jane had put her hair into a loose bun on top of her head. A few stray strands clung to her rosy cheeks, and he couldn’t stop himselffrom reaching out and tucking one of them behind her ear while caressing her satiny skin with his fingertips.

He couldn’t keep his hands off of this woman. She called to him in some primal and instinctual way that he didn’t quite understand, but all he wanted to do was drag her into his cave and have his wicked way with her.

Shedding his own clothes as quickly as possible, he stepped into the oversized bathtub so that he was positioned at the opposite end. Jane didn’t say a word, seemingly content to enjoy the quiet.

He reached for one of the champagne flutes and handed it to her before picking up his own.

“How about a toast?”

“What should we toast to?” she asked, raising her glass as well. “Fancy hotels? Big bathtubs? Expensive chocolate and roses?”

“All of that.”

Their glasses clinked, and they both took a sip of the bubbling golden liquid.

“The bubbles tickle my nose,” she said with a giggle that had his heart squeezing tightly. “I’m glad I came. I’ve been stressing so much about finals lately. I needed to take a night off.”

“Glad I could be of help,” he replied, plucking the glass out of her fingers, and placing hers and his on the floor next to the tub. “If you turn around, I’ll rub your back.”

“I’m not turning down that offer. It’s better than champagne.”

The water sloshed a bit as she moved, presenting her back to him and wrapping her arms around her knees. He started at her neck, working on the too-tight muscles there before traveling down to her shoulders. The entire time she was making happy noises that encouraged him to keep going.

As much as he wanted to continue forever, his cock was demanding some attention, too. He pressed a kiss to the damp skin of her shoulder, creating a trail up her neck and to the delicate earlobe. Jane’s head had lolled to the side, and her hand underneath the water had stealthily found his aching erection.

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