They had given up on talking with that kiss, falling easily into the passion that was always sparking between them. Fully immersed in each other and not letting tomorrow take up any more time, aware that they would have to let things play out to see what the future held for them. They slept in the bed wrapped in each other’s arms until the sun streamed in the window only a few hours later.
Rose was the first to wake with a start, forgetting where she was and sighing contentedly when she saw his sleeping form beside her. Face down on his stomach. His face turned towards her so his nose touched her hair, his arm tossed casually over her waist. His favourite way to sleep.
God, she had missed seeing him that way, which made her heart glow brightly. He woke, feeling her movement in the bed and hauled her in for a sleepy cuddle without opening his eyes or raising his head. Murmuring for her to go back to sleep, but she shook her head.
‘I think I need to eat! Shower, at least. I feel woozy and grubby.’ Her hangover was barely kicking in, so she still had the tipsy feeling and alert awareness of pre-hangover. She stroked his eyebrow, watching his peaceful face adoringly, so still and free from tension and stress. Achingly handsome. Opening his eyes slowly, a wide cheeky grin spreading across his face
‘Now a shower sounds fun!’ That tone and wink hinted at less cleaning and more getting dirty.
‘Is that all you ever think about?’ She laughed, pushing his wandering hand off her pelvic bone, throwing back the covers boldly. No qualms at being naked in front of him anymore.
‘I’m male! It’s all we ALL ever think about besides you walking around looking like that... Can you blame me?’
She laughed, her face breaking into a genuine smile from ear to ear. She secretly liked that he never tired of sex when it came to her.
‘We need a battle plan of action! Or at least I need to know what I should be doing or tell your sister when she sees me walking around in last night’s dress at stupid o’clock.’ Rose sighed and reached for the throw on the floor to use as a makeshift bathrobe.
‘Firstly, she stays in bed till late when she’s been a dirty drunk, so she won’t see you anytime soon. Secondly, you won’t be in last night’s dress as I’m taking you to my room and keeping you as my prisoner and naked. It may involve various degrees of torture.’ He had slid up behind her, sitting against her back, twirling her hair in his fingers. ‘And we will be testing out the spaciousness of my shower in the name of ergonomics. You have no idea how often I have imagined you in there with me.’ He was grinning at her now, one arm propping him up on the bed casually, so he could lean in and kiss her neck. His lusty glint was brazenly obvious.
‘I’m being serious.’ She laughed, pulling his hand out of her hair and kissing his fingertips. ‘Last time we snuck around, hiding out, I never stayed here. This all feels weird to me. Not to mention seeing Alice and Tommy wandering about this morning with the clean-up crew.’
‘This isn’t the last time.’ His face was serious as he drew her across the bed, pulling her flat onto the mattress so he could lean over her, moving her effortlessly.
‘No hiding, remember? Today we test my bed springs. A lot! Try out the shower, and maybe if you’re lucky... My office too. I am sure there are a few places where I could bend you over.’ He planted a kiss on the hollow of her neck and pushed her ankles apart with a foot, meeting with no resistance. ‘I have a lot of making up to do for weeks apart.’
‘Rob, as good as all that sounds, I have one little issue.’ She found it hard to resist and formulate words when her body was already yielding to his.
‘Mmmmmm?’ He was lost in her skin, trailing downwards towards her cleavage, obviously engrossed with his task.
‘My parents!’
He stopped. Sighing. Amazing how two little words could have the same effects as a bucket of icy cold water.
‘I’m supposed to meet them for breakfast and take them sightseeing while they’re here.’ She laughed as he collapsed hopelessly on top of her dramatically. Sighing and acting like a child who has just had their plans spoiled.
‘I would invite you, but my mum is pretty sure you’re marrying some skinny redhead and might think I’m a dirty whore. She does not encourage side chicks in a relationship.’ Rose giggled.
‘So, we put her right!’ He caught her eye with complete seriousness. No mockery or jest.
‘She thinks the guy who broke my heart is an idiot!’ She touched his stubbly jaw affectionately. ‘She doesn’t know his name, only that he’s a moron and probably wouldn’t like me showing up with him for cosy family time.’
‘She had a point, but see, I’m not an idiot anymore, and your heart’s no longer broken! I am much more intent on breaking this bed now than letting you go anywhere.’ He had moved back and was trying to nibble her neck again, Rose inhaling with the exasperation of his one-track mind.
‘She’s not as easily swayed as I am.’ She doubted molesting her mother would work in quite the same way.
‘I don’t expect her to be.’ He kissed her nose, realising molesting Rose was going nowhere without this little chat first. ‘Look, I’m not expecting her to embrace me warmly. If you don’t want to do this, then we won’t. But if you do... Then I’ll take whatever happens. I’m a big boy, and I own my mistakes.’
‘Even if she yells at you and calls me a slut?’
‘She better not! I’m the only one who gets to call you that.’ That twinkle back in his eye, his hands caressing her body again. She batted him away again, that hopeless smile across her face at his lack of seriousness over such a critical issue.
‘I think I want to do this... I’ve never lied to them about anything serious, and the last couple of months have been torture.’
‘Might explain the craziness in the bakery the other day and your fast exit.’ He interjected with a wicked smile.
‘I don’t think they noticed. They are not the most observant.’ Rose eye-rolled at him and had to remove that wandering hand from her breasts again.
‘Were you running away from me, Penny?’ He teased, leaning in to brush lips again. She sighed and smiled. He was constantly like a dog in heat, unable to control his hands or mouth.
‘Do you blame me? Even after dumping your ass. I couldn’t get you to keep your hands to yourself! You still can’t while supposedly talking things through!’ She chastised warmly, sinking back into the bed as his mouth made another trip across her chest naughtily.
‘It’s not my fault your irresistible. I’m the victim of all this. Unable to stop myself when I see you.’ He scooped her hands up and pinned them to the pillow over her head, giving him free rein to dive into her neck again and obviously fed up with her thwarting his advances. ‘I’m a hot-blooded male, and you make me worse. I think I may need some therapy... Sex addicts anonymous.’ He had upped a gear and was now moving in against her, his body meeting her teasingly, nudging her legs open and sliding the throw away between them. Roses breathing got shallower as her body core heated up.
The quiet chap on the door stilled their heavy petting abruptly.
The look of ‘Oh shit’ on Rose’s face, her eyes wide, and the slow gasp she let out caused Rob to laugh and then cover his mouth. They felt like naughty kids who had been caught in the cookie jar, trying to keep quiet and listen. He cleared his throat and called out
‘What is it?’. His attempt at a normal voice failed. Deep and husky and not hiding what he was up to.
Abby’s voice muffled grumpily
‘Rob? Why are you in mum’s old room?’ She still sounded very drunk and irritable.
‘Go away. I’ll tell you later.’ Rob was eager to continue where he left off and back to licking Rose across her cleavage and nuzzling lower still.
‘Rose, tell my asshole brother to put you down for five minutes.’ Abby yawned. Rob’s look of surprise made Rose cringe guiltily. Recoiling into the pillows a little. A sheepish smile on her face.
‘Rob...I kinda told your sister everything. I mean, not last night, obviously, but everything before.’ She whispered, biting her lip and hoping he wouldn’t go mad. He cocked his head to the side, looking unimpressed but amused, with a raised eyebrow. ‘She is. Now go away, as I’m keeping her busy.’
Abby’s whoop noise startled them both before she wrapped the door tunefully.
‘Well, tell her in future, the discarded black lingerie on the hall floor outside the door is like a big arrow pointing out her sins.’ Rose recoiled in shame.
She had wondered where they had gone last night when moving from bathroom to bedroom. Rob had picked them up and triumphantly yet clumsily tucked them into the back pocket of his jeans, claiming they were his ‘souvenir’. Not noticing that he had dropped them in the hall's darkness somewhere and left them behind.
‘Abby?’ Rob shouted, almost an afterthought, as her footsteps could be heard trailing away.
‘What?’ Was the grumpy response at a distance.
‘Why are you up so early and looking for me?’ Rob was leaning higher, straining to hear over the top of Rose. She couldn’t resist running her fingertips across that expanse of the muscled torso and slight scattering of hair teasingly. Smiling at the way he tensed and pushed against her.
‘The house phone to our private rooms has been ringing nonstop. The one in my room almost met the wall. I assume it’s for you!’ There was no phone in here, so they had been blissfully unaware.
It was barely six thirty am.
‘Shit...... Cheers Ab’s. Go back to bed. I’ll deal with it.’ Rob slid off the bed, Abby’s mumbles fading away with some incoherent response and pulled his clothes off the floor, searching for his phone. Switching it on, he found a dozen voicemails and sat down, looking agitated, his shoulders rolling as he tried to remove the return of tension.
‘And so it begins!’ He grimaced, showing her Morag’s name next to every single one from around four am. ‘Won’t be long before she’s here in person. It’s a little pattern she likes to go through. The calls get more constant right before she shows up.’
‘Shall I leave?’ She moved to get up, but he shook his head, reaching out to her instead. Pulling her close to him and burying his face in the curve of her stomach.
‘No. Come on. We’ll go to my room...When she shows up, stay out of sight. I’m hoping we’re gone before she shows up, and Abby can tell her I had a breakfast appointment that I already left for. I need to be sober to tell her about us and want this day to enjoy having you back before it all explodes.’ He slid his arm around her, pulling her into his lap and kissing her lightly. ‘It’s way too early to deal with this shit just yet; besides, we were in the middle of something.’
He picked her up, turning her back towards the bed and slid her on, pulling her knees apart so he could slide between them easily. Resistance was futile, and his mouth was already surrounding her nipple erotically.