Page 51 of Rose and the Rogue
“Scared?” he asked. “The carriage is just outside. I can still stop this and take you home, right now.”
“Don’t you dare.” If Rose was going to be compromised, she wasn’t going to miss the most important part of the process. “I want to know what I’ve been missing.”
She could actually feel the smile on his face when he replied, “Thank God.”
He knelt down lower, then Rose felt his mouth on her inner thigh, his tongue hot, and the faintest hint of stubble grazing her skin. She gasped at the sensation, never having felt anything like it before.
His attention moved slowly upward, and before Rose could even think to be shocked, she was under a spell, her body reacting to the most intimate touch she’d felt from anyone.
“That’s your tongue,” she gasped.
He gave an mmm-hmm of assent, the sound rippling against her body. Rose moaned as he continued to lick her there, bringing up entirely new feelings of pleasure and need. She allowed him everything, following every instruction to move or lift her hips or tell him to speed up or slow down.
Only after she was whimpering, aching for release, did he pull back for a moment. Giving her a moment to regain her breath, he removed her clothing, pulling the gown, the stays, and finally the chemise over her head, and then tossing them aside, letting them land in a rustle of fabric somewhere far, far away from Rose’s universe.
She reached out, finding and tugging impatiently at the clothing he still wore. “I want to feel all of you,” she told him.
With a muttered oath, he ripped off the last articles of clothing, then lay against her, not trying to hide the hard length that pressed against her body. Rose pushed him away enough so she could move her hand down, and touch him there, curious how this most mysterious part of a man’s anatomy actually felt.
Hard but smooth, warm, and heavy. She ran her fingers along the length of it, and traced the tip, earning a stifled, pleased groan from him.
“Well?” he asked after a moment.
“Interesting,” she replied.
He laughed, sounding genuinely delighted. “You are unique, Rose.”
“I would have to say the same of you,” she said, still stroking him, intensely curious about how each little touch seemed to provoke a reaction in him. He must be very sensitive there, just as she was sensitive at her center, where his tongue teased that bud between the folds of her flesh. “So this will be inside me?”
“If you want. But not yet. There’s much more to explore before that.”
Rose was very happy to explore. She ran her hands all over him, and squeezed and stroked and licked wherever he seemed to have the strongest reaction. In turn, he kissed her newly naked breasts, and sucked on them until she panted and cried out that it felt too good to endure, and then he moved so that he could settle on top of her, her legs spread wide and her arms clinging to his shoulders.
“Ready, Rose?”
She nodded, not trusting herself to speak.
“I’m sorry that it will probably hurt a little,” he told her, bending his head to give her a soft kiss on her mouth. He tasted like salt and smelled like sex, with faint lavender from the sheets sweetening the air.
Rose sucked in a breath, her body tensing up, her legs tight against his as he pushed into her. He was going slowly, so slowly, but she was also certain that something was wrong. It was too tight, too hot. She began to feel as though she would faint.
“Breathe, Rose,” he ordered harshly.
She exhaled with a whoosh, not realizing she’d been holding her breath.
At the same time her body relaxed a little and he thrust once more.
Rose gasped in mixed pain and astonishment. Then the heat began, a slow pulse of delightful warm throbbing in her lower belly as he moved within her.
Each slight push and pull brought a wave of entirely new sensations, and all Rose could do was cling to Adrian as she reveled in the miracle of feeling him inside her own body. The pain faded as the pleasure built up layer upon layer. Rose kept whispering “Yes oh yes, yes oh yes,” even as tears filled her eyes. She arched her back when he slid one hand under her bottom, lifting her to meet him.
She never wanted to be anywhere else. Only here, crying with joy as this man filled her whole world with intense pleasure, opening her mind to an ocean of feeling she didn’t know was even there before.
In the midst of this, he pulled away from her without warning, withdrawing just as he groaned and collapsed next to her, his flesh slick with sweat, his breath coming fast as he uttered something into his pillow.
“Adrian?” she asked, concerned.
“One moment,” he muttered, taking a ragged breath. “I nearly lost myself, that’s all.”
