My hands roam higher, pulling down the straps to her dress, pushing aside the cup of her bra and bending my head to her perky, beautiful breasts. She lets a breathy moan escape her open mouth and her eyes flutter closed. I’ve lost the ability to think. All I can do is feel—the taut skin of her nipple against my tongue, the soft curve of her hips under my fingertips, the hot tickle of her breath on my neck. I can’t stop myself. I swear to God, I will die if I stop.
I want to take my time, worship her, savor the feel of her softness, wetness and heat, but she’s right. Someone could be looking for me. Someone could find us. I have to have her. I need to show her how much I miss her and want her and need her but I need to be quick. I press another kiss to her mouth, this one wild and hot. My hands push up the bottom of her dress and my fingers slip into the waistband of her thong and slide inside her. My brain shuts off completely at the slippery feeling of how ready she is—how much she wants me—and I start feverishly tugging her underwear down her legs. When they’re at her ankles I use one hand to turn her around and the other to unzip my fly.
“Spread, Fleur,” I whisper hoarsely and she does. I push her dress up and ball it up in my hand on her lower back and press down gently, causing her to arch and opening her up to me. I lean forward and nuzzle her neck, as her hands grab hold of the countertop and I grip her shoulder and push into her. She pushes back into me until our bodies are completely joined. I start to move, thrusting hard and fast, chasing release. She pushes back with every thrust, tilting her hips, so every push has me as deep as I can go. My balls are tingling instantly.
“Rose,” I groan heavily. “Come with me. I’m so close. Please.”
I bend forward and snake a hand around her waist, my fingers slide low, through her folds. My thumb rolls over her clit and her back arches deeper as her dainty fingers grip the sink so tightly they turn white.
Then I feel it… her body tightening around mine. I wrap my free hand in her hair and gently tug her head up because I want to see her face in the mirror when she comes—and when I come. But she doesn’t look euphoric or blissful like I’ve seen the million other times I’ve made her come. She looks…
My body doesn’t give my brain time to analyze. It claims release and I let out a gasping grunt and a shudder as I come.
And now I’m drunk with happiness and aching with satisfaction and all I can think about is how beautiful she is and how perfect that was. My body has collapsed on hers again and I wrap an arm around her middle, holding on to her, keeping myself inside her as I soften.
“Rosie… what the fuck are you doing to me?” I murmur, my cheek resting against her shoulder.
“What are you doing to me?” she counters but her voice isn’t soft or sweet. It’s ripe with tension and tinged with anger.
I pull up so I can look at her in the mirror again but as soon as my body leaves hers, she is pulling her skirt down, pulling her panties up and moving away from me.
“What’s wrong?”
“I just don’t know what the hell we’re doing,” she whispers in a strained voice.
“We’re putting on an amazing event and saving my career,” I blurt back.
“And after that?” she counters.
“After that we’re together again,” I remind her.
She tries to smooth her hair and wipes off what little lipstick she has left. “Until when? Until you go back to Vegas or wherever and then it’s more public restroom sex and letting your buddy hit on me?”
Holy fuck, where is this coming from? I clearly handled the thing with Brent all wrong, but what else was I supposed to do? I’m staring at her thunderstruck and speechless, which seems to annoy her further. “You should go back out there before someone calls TMZ Sports.”
“Rosie…” I sigh. “I thought you understood.”
“I do. I just don’t like it.”
I take a step toward her and cup her cheek softly. When I speak, my tone is deep and serious. “I don’t like it, either. And I promise, once I get through this, we’ll talk. We’ll figure out the future.”
She doesn’t say anything but I see her dark eyes get lighter at that and the creases in her forehead disappear. I kiss her lightly. “You go first.”
She nods and, without another word, unlocks the door and slips out. That feeling of being tied to the tracks with an oncoming train sprouts up again and I rub my face with my hands. We just need to get through another twenty-four hours and then everything will be okay.