Chapter 28 Sam
SAM
I laugh listening to Rosie’s reaction to the cottage. Little bursts of excitement and awe float through the low doorframe that separates the living room from the kitchen. She’s just discovered the conservatory and has already declared that we should eat every meal there.
This isn’t my first time staying here. It was the cottage I rented my final year in Scotland.
The last place I stayed before packing up my flat in Glasgow and moving back to Canada.
I debated whether or not to return here or find somewhere new, but ultimately it was the last place I remember being truly happy, and that was what had me going through with the booking.
I remember arriving the first time. Walking through the low front door that slopes to the left.
The white stone walls that are rough to the touch but bring a softness to each room.
The conservatory wasn’t here then. The owner mentioned wanting to add one so guests could enjoy the views even on rainy days, and since this is Scotland, the rainy days add up.
Not everyone wants to be out in them. I’ve never seen an issue with them, but then again, I’m from the west coast of Canada, and the rain doesn’t bother me.
I’m closing the fridge when she slips into the kitchen and leans against the counter, staring at me.
Nerves crackle through my body at the realization that this is all real and she’s here with me.
After she told me she wanted to join me we discussed the logistics of such an arrangement.
Not exactly a sexy conversation to have but a necessary one.
Nothing was expected from either of us beyond this week.
We agreed that this was a no-strings-attached situation.
A week to enjoy each other’s company in and out of the bedroom followed by me dropping her off at her in-laws place and a goodbye.
She pushes off the counter and steps toward me, my hands automatically finding her waist when she’s close enough.
There’s no stopping to think as her hands slip around my shoulders, and she pulls me down.
Not a single worry as her lips patiently move against mine.
The physical stuff is easy…natural, and it’s not long before I have a handful of her ass as I walk her back until we hit the counter.
Lifting her onto it is easy. The countertop in here is short. It took barely any effort, but they are high enough to bring her lips more in line with mine.
Rosie’s hands find my jaw as she pulls back to look at me. A blush stains her cheeks, and a high laugh shocks us both.
“Sorry, I’ve never done anything like this before; I wasn’t sure how or what…” She laughs harder, dropping her forehead to mine. “I’m so awkward,” she says once she’s collected herself. “And now it’s too late to drop me on the side of the road and enjoy a nice quiet week by yourself.”
I pull away, staring down at her. “Why the hell would I want to be alone? Geez, if I knew you were out there wandering the Highlands, I’d lose my damn mind.”
“Well, you had rented this place with the purpose of being alone.”
“And then I met this gorgeous woman in need of a holiday.” Her hands drift down my body, and I hold still. “In need of other things too, it would seem.” I practically whimper as her hands skim the obvious bulge in my jeans.
“So many needs,” she whispers, working the button at the top of my jeans undone, followed by the zipper.
She draws her knees up and uses her feet to push the jeans down.
I remain still, waiting to see what she’s going to do next, but she doesn’t move, staring openly at me, her lower lip trapped between her teeth. It’s like someone who has been given too much freedom and isn’t sure what to do with it.
“What do you need, Rosie?” I ask, leaning in and nipping the flesh that’s exposed at the nape of her neck.
Her responding little moan goes right to my cock.
“Tell me, gorgeous,” I implore. We haven’t done more than kiss since the day of the hike, and being so close but unable to touch her has been a special kind of hell.
Rational thought tells me I’m setting myself up for disaster in a few days, but I’m unwilling to stop chasing this feeling. Not when she’s as willing as I am.
She slips her fingers underneath my shirt and draws it up my body. I lift my arms, my hands falling to her thighs the minute the shirt is free, and I’m left standing in my boxer briefs while she remains fully covered.
I give her a long look from head to toe. “This seems mighty unfair,” I growl.
Nails scrape down my body, her right hand moving to the top of the tattoo on my left arm. She says nothing as she traces the thick lines with her finger, whispering something I can’t pick up on. I’m not even sure if it’s English.
She giggles when I flex involuntarily, my forearm shifting under her finger.
“What did you say?” I ask, dipping my head so she has to look in my eyes.
She shakes her head. “I’m not sure I should tell you. It may go straight to your head.”
Smirking back, I gesture to my cock. “Already has.”
She laughs, and I stop waiting for her to decide what she wants and kiss her. I’ve never been with a woman whose laugh makes me want to drink it. But with Rosie I want to tap the delicious sound and fill pint after pint.
Fingers curl into my hair while her legs wrap around my hips, trapping me against her. She’ll receive no complaints from me. This is exactly where I want to be.
My hands snake beneath her shirt, a full-body sigh releasing as my fingers make contact with the soft skin of her lower back.
Her hands leave my body, and I’m momentarily upset by their absence until I realize what she’s doing. Her shirt quickly joins mine on the floor, and then she’s making me a happy man by pulling me back in for a kiss.
There’s no asking what she needs now. She’s telling me, showing me with every move she’s making, and I’m going to be a very good boy and listen.
She leans into me, her legs tightening as her ass lifts from the counter, and I slip my hands under to grab and lift before making my way through the narrow doors, around antique furniture, and finally into the bedroom with its plush king bed.
I have every intention of dropping Rosie onto the mattress and then getting to work on her pants, but she changes my plans when she refuses to let go, dragging me down with her, so I have to throw out my hands to stop from crushing her.
She rocks her hips, and we both hiss as the heat of her presses against me. It’s the sweetest torture, but I’m done with sweet. I pin her hips to the bed with mine, doing some rocking of my own. Rosie pants into my mouth, and I grin at the effect this is having on her.
It’s a complete role reversal of the other day as I trap her wrists above her head with one of mine while I continue with the pressure against her core.
“Please,” she breathes. “Ssssa—” I cut off my name with a kiss. If her laughter is honey, her begging is chocolate—sweet and perfect.
I know what she wants, but I’m not ready to give it to her yet.
I keep up the pace and pressure until every word she’s trying to say is a mess of needy sounds.
And when I’m satisfied she’s about to splinter, I sit back on my heels and make quick work of her jeans, pulling her panties off along with them.
She lies there, wide-eyed, while I run my hands up her body, pushing her bra up and off her breasts as I go before dropping to suck a perky nipple into my mouth. Her body flexes beneath me as I draw out whimpers with each pass of my tongue.
“Fuck,” she whines, her body arching, pressing harder against my mouth. “Need you.” She moans, her hands fist in my hair again, and I know by the sting she is no longer asking.
I pull away, reluctantly, and push off the bed, going straight to my bag to grab the condoms.
She’s already a mess, bra askew, hair partly pulled out of her bun, legs splayed so I can see exactly where she needs me. She’s a beautiful disaster.
I prowl back to the bed and stand there looking down at her. “You’re so fucking perfect.”
She shakes her head.
“I thought we talked about disagreeing with me, Rosie.”
“I need your dick, not your words of affirmation,” she grits out, and I stop what I’m doing, breathing, existing, immediately. “I’m instructing you.”
This woman with her sweet smile and tendency to blush if I look at her for too long just told me off in the hottest way on record.
“Yes, ma’am.” I nod, kneeling on the bed and covering myself before falling forward back over her, lining myself up and sliding in, my head falling forward as the heat of her surrounds me.
She sighs in relief when I bottom out. “Good boy.”
Jesus H Murphy, I don’t know how I’m supposed to survive her. Probably something I should have thought about, but right now I really don’t care. She can ruin me in any way she damn well pleases, and I will accept my fate with a smile on my face and her name on my lips.