10. Rosie
10
ROSIE
H aving to sit through dinner where Ava was practically sitting in Daniel’s lap, made my hunger disappear. Where I had to watch her touching him, laughing at his jokes, using every seductive trait she knows on him, and him enjoying it, while I sat there and watched in silence. The night continued in the living room, where we turned the music up and danced the night away, my only saving grace was Ava had too much sun and champagne and passed out on the sofa. Thankfully, Louis and Emily took Ava back to her room. Otherwise, I probably would have lost my mind if they had asked Daniel.
“Doesn’t look like Louis and Emily are coming back?” Matthieu states.
“I think I’m going to call it a night,” Georgia says, standing up.
“Me too,” I add.
“Good night, ladies, it’s been a pleasure meeting you,” Matthieu says. Daniel nods.
“Night,” I say as Georgia and I walk down the corridor.
“Is everything okay with you? You seemed quiet at dinner,” Georgia asks.
“Just tired from traveling.”
“You’re not jealous of Ava flirting with Daniel?” she asks.
“No, why?” I question her.
“I noticed that he couldn’t stop looking at you the entire night and wasn’t interested in Ava.”
Oh. “Did he?”
Georgia smirks. “He did. I think that’s why Ava got drunk tonight, she noticed, too.”
“Ava does seem to have a thing for him,” I add.
Georgia shrugs. “You know what she’s like. Next week she will be onto someone else.” This is true, her attention span with men is short. “If you like him, go for it. It’s not your fault if he seems more interested in you than her.”
“I can’t do that,” I say.
Georgia shrugs as we stop at our bedrooms. I don’t say anything more about Daniel as we wish each other good night.
I jump into the shower and get ready for bed. As I’m pulling my pajamas on, I hear voices in the corridor talking in French, then doors shutting. Daniel’s room is right across from mine. Dare I go over? No.
I finish getting ready for bed and jump in, then spend the next couple of hours tossing and turning unable to get the images of my best friend and Daniel out of my mind.
“Ugh,” I growl, throwing back the covers and getting up as frustration seeps into my bones. I open my bedroom door quietly as everyone else in the house is sleeping and tiptoe out into the dark hallway. I head left toward the kitchen, I’ll make myself a tea, maybe that will soothe the anguish inside of me. When I round the corner, I still, seeing the bare back of Daniel before me as he wanders around the kitchen. The muscles ripple with his movements, damn him for looking so good without a shirt on. A squeak must fall from my lips because he turns around suddenly and the scowl that was there vanishes when he sees it’s me.
“Rosie?” he questions me in the darkness.
“Hey,” I answer as I slowly walk toward the kitchen, my eyes unable to leave his as I take in the front of him. Each part of his body is muscled, and they ripple in the moonlight.
“You couldn’t sleep, too?” he asks as his eyes lower and take in what I’m wearing, which under his penetrative stare doesn’t feel like I’m wearing a lot, it’s only a slip and I can feel the cool night air against my skin, goose bumping it and making my nipples stiffen, or it might be him. Those turquoise eyes dip down to my chest and flare ever so slightly as he takes me in.
“I just came to make myself a chamomile tea.”
“I’m just finishing making some hot chocolate if you want one?” he asks.
“Sure,” I answer, moving closer. He turns back to what he is doing and continues to work silently. Well, this is awkward as nothing is said between us. Nervous energy rushes my body and I have to do something, so I jump up onto the kitchen counter and sit, hoping that stops me from fidgeting. Daniel turns around and notices where I am seated, his eyes fall to my thighs.
“It’s done. I’m letting it cool for a moment before we drink it,” he states.
I nod, there isn’t anything else I need to say as we both stare at one another. The next thing I know, he is placing his large hands on either side of my hips, making me gasp.
“I need you to know, I’m not interested in your friend.” Oh. I wasn’t expecting that. “If that is the reason you can’t sleep.”
“No.” The word is out of my mouth before my brain can catch up.
“You were okay with your friend’s hands on me or the dirty things she whispered into my ear.” I swallow hard, I didn’t realize Ava went that far. “Don’t lie to me, Rosie. I wouldn’t like it if the roles were reversed,” Daniel confesses to me.
“You’re single, I wouldn’t step in the way if that is what you both want.”
Daniel sneers at me. “You would be okay if I walked right into your friend’s room and woke her up then fucked her.” No. No. No. I want to scream but he isn’t mine. “You’d be fine with hearing her screaming my name?” My body starts to break out in a sweat as the thoughts of her enjoying him like I did fills me with anger. Then his hands slide up my thighs, pushing the hem of my slip up to almost my hips. “You’d be fine if my fingers dipped inside her cunt and curled just at that right spot that I know makes you hum.” His voice drops as his fingers slide over my underwear, and white-hot heat sears through my veins. “I remember the way you fucked my fingers, your small hand holding mine as I brought you over the edge in the darkness.” I let out a shaky breath. “Do you remember, Rosie?” he commands as his fingers continue to tease me through my underwear. I’m unable to speak, it’s a fine line between letting my legs open for him and letting him do the things his lips are telling me he wants to do, and trying to stay strong. “Do you remember what it feels like to have my lips on your body?” Daniel leans forward, those soft lips barely touching my skin and it lights up underneath him. The barest of touches as he kisses along my neck, I’m unable to control the moan that falls from my lips as he continues to lightly mark me all down the side of my neck. The strap of my slip falls down my shoulder, but I’m so lost in the sensations he is giving my body that I don’t notice that my right breast is exposed until his tongue finds my peaked nipple and runs around the edge of it. A moan bubbles up my throat and falls from my lips as he applies some suction, pulling it into his mouth. My hands shoot out and land on his shoulders to steady myself, my legs open on their own, giving him exactly what he wanted as his knuckle slides against my underwear, pushes it to the side, and I feel the moment his finger enters me, my body sighs. It’s like we are in our own little world, nothing outside of us in this moment matters. All my body cares about is letting Daniel make it feel good, oh so fricken good. I throw my head back as he slides a second finger inside me, stretching me, filling me. Those magic fingers sliding over my slicken skin, teasing me, making my body drive them, almost making my body beg for release. “I’ve been dreaming about this since that night,” his whispered words swirl around me. “Every fucking night, this hand that’s inside you right now is wrapped around my cock wishing it was your cunt instead.” His filthy words make me moan. He’s pushing me too far that I’m delirious, I don’t know where or who I am right now, all I know is I need him to push me over the edge. “I can’t get you out of my mind, Rosie,” he declares. Our eyes meet as his hand continues to pump inside me, I can see his hunger for me staring back at me through those turquoise eyes. I want this man, but I know I can’t have him. But maybe for this moment, I’ll let myself dream of what it might be like to be his. I lean forward and press my lips against his and it’s as if a switch flips in him. He reaches out with his other hand and grabs my neck, anchoring me to him as he hungrily kisses me, and his fingers furiously pump inside me, pushing me higher and higher toward the edge, that thumb teasing my clit with every swipe.
“Please come on my fingers, Rosie. I need you to let go,” he whispers against my lips, and like a light to a tinderbox, I explode against his fingers. His lips capture the moans coming from my mouth as he continues to push me further and further over the edge until my body becomes limp and the only way I’m still sitting is because his fingers are still inside of me. My chest heaves as I feel him slowly remove his fingers and his eyes stay locked onto me. Then I watch as he slides those very same fingers into his mouth and savors them like they are a bottle of his fancy wine.
“Hope you can sleep easily, now,” he says, stepping away from me. The evidence of how turned on he is, standing proudly against his thin pajama pants as he turns back to the stove and starts pouring us each a glass of hot chocolate. Wait, what? I’m confused. Daniel turns back around and hands me the mug of chocolate, I take it. “Night, Rosie,” he says as he walks away from me. I’m so stunned that I let him, and it takes me at least five minutes to realize I’m still sitting there and what just happened did truly happen, and I’m not dreaming. I sip the hot chocolate just to steady myself and it’s delicious.
What just happened?
Finishing the hot chocolate, I put the cup back into the sink and tiptoe back down the hallway toward my room. I stop when I get to my door. Daniel’s room is across from mine and I hesitate on my door handle. Should I help him with his problem? Doesn’t seem fair that I got off and he didn’t. Screw it. I turn around and turn the handle to his door, checking if it’s unlocked. It opens, and I scoot in and shut it behind me as my heart accelerates in my chest. It takes me a couple of moments to realize what I have walked in to, Daniel’s fingers are wrapped around his cock, the ones that were just inside me as he pumps his fist.
“Rosie?” Daniel says my name on a groan as he sits up in his bed and stares at me standing there in the darkness. Need has me running across the room and jumping onto his bed where I straddle him then I place my hand over his mouth,
“This doesn’t mean anything. This is me repaying you for earlier.” Those turquoise eyes blink a couple of times and then he nods. “Move my underwear to the side,” I tell him as I keep my hand over his mouth. He does as I ask, and his fingers slide the scrap of fabric down to the side. I settle myself over his hardened dick and rub myself over the tip. Daniel’s groan vibrates through my hand and down my body. “Take me,” is all I say as I stare down into those hungry eyes, and seconds later, he is impaling me onto his cock. My teeth sink into my lower lip as I try to stifle the scream that wants to erupt from them. His fingers dig into my hips as he thrusts into me, frantically, as if I’m a figment of his imagination, and if he blinks it will all be over. My tits bounce with each thrust, my hips meet him as I sink down and take him. I close my eyes letting the sensations take over as my hand slips from his mouth and lands beside his head.
“Fuck, Rosie,” he curses, then a slew of French words is whispered against my neck as he continues to fuck me within an inch of my life. We both lose ourselves, no words are needed, just the sounds of our coupling echoing all around the room. I should be embarrassed at how wet he has made me, but I’m not because he feels so fucking good. “I’m going to come, Rosie,” he groans, tapping my arm, which means it’s time for me to slide off, and seconds later, he is moaning as I watch his release hit his stomach and chest. It’s kind of hot. I climb off the bed. His chest is moving rapidly as he stares at me, those turquoise eyes widen with shock. I reach down and throw a T-shirt at him so he can clean up.
“This never happened,” I tell him, and before he has a chance to say anything, I hightail it out of there.