Page 52 of Rose and the Rogue
She whispered, “Is that how it’s supposed to be? This…tingly feeling, like you can’t ever be still again?”
“That’s because I’ve not finished with you yet,” he told her, sounding more like himself. Then he slipped his hand down and touched her as he had before, his fingers delving into the slick warmth of her body.
Rose cried out when he stroked her in a particular way and he seized on her reaction, repeating the move relentlessly, working her into a near frenzy of insane need and incoherent demands for more until she hit a threshold and crossed it, her body suddenly stiff, then loose and soft and spent.
Waves of bliss rolled over her, starting between her legs but not stopping there. Rose drifted for a moment, not even sure what happened or where she was, only knowing that she was happy.
After a long moment, Adrian slowly removed his hand, then lay next to her. “There. That should take care of, as you call it, the tingly feeling.” He kissed her, his lips curved with amusement.
“Oh, my God, when can we do this again?” she asked, wiping the tears from her eyes.
He made a sound that was half moan, half laughter. “You’re telling me you liked it.”
“I loved it. It’s the most wonderful thing I’ve ever felt in my life. Being so close to someone, feeling you actually inside me, touching. I want to kiss you more,” she added impulsively.
“Fine idea.” He lowered his mouth to hers, and Rose ran her tongue over his lips, eager and grateful and filled with joy. “You made me feel so wonderful, Adrian. I’ll never forget this.”
He slipped his arms around her waist and held her to him. “You say that like you’re sailing on the next tide. We have all the time in the world, darling.”
“We don’t even have till dawn.”
“There will be other nights.”
“We don’t know that. You can’t know that.”
Rose nuzzled her face between his neck and shoulder, wishing that she could just stay like this always, entwined and contented with him. He kissed her softly, his hands gently stroking her back as she drifted into sleep.
For hours, Rose moved half in and out of dreams, all of them hazy and sweet. She was aware of Adrian’s presence next to her, and his scent, and the sound of him breathing, slow and steady. Sometimes his mouth moved against hers, and she once sucked on his fingers until his breathing became labored and he grew stiff with desire.
So, another joining, this time with Rose straddled over him, riding slowly as she learned a new set of sensations that brought her gasping to completion, falling over him as their mingled breathing returned to normal.
Her dreams would never be the same.
But night could not last forever, and at some point, Adrian woke her from a deep slumber to give her the unwelcome news that he had to take her home.
“And soon, love. Dawn’s on the way, and you must return before anyone is awake to see you. Can you do that? Sneak back into your house and pretend you were there all night?”
“Yes, of course. I know my own house.”
“I’d keep you here if I could,” he said then.
“Too long and you’ll regret it,” she pointed out, for even a nobleman could not avoid the consequences of being caught with a young lady like Rose.
“I don’t think I would. And you will soon learn this house.”
Rosalind shook her head. “It’s not so simple. You don’t understand how different it feels. I should blindfold you for a day, and see how you like it!”
He stroked her wrist with his thumb. “If you were the woman to blindfold me, I would raise no objections at all.”
“Adrian!” Rose was both scandalized and intrigued. The thought of teaching him how to feel the way she felt…that was an idea that made her blood race.
He laughed softly, his breath warm against her neck. “I’m open to new experiences, darling. Whenever you wish to teach me.”
Rosalind was having trouble breathing normally. “I doubt there’s anything I could teach you.”
“That’s where you are wrong,” he promised. “Rose, we’ve a whole lifetime together.”
“Excuse me?” she asked, certain she’d misheard.
