Chapter 43
Alex
The world around us seems to pause as I look at Rosie, her face aglow with the first rays of dawn. Without hesitation, I stand and sweep her into my arms in one fluid motion. She lets out a soft gasp, instinctively wrapping her legs around my waist. My heart races at the feel of her body pressed so intimately against mine.
“Alex!”
she exclaims, surprise laced with laughter that melts me from the inside out.
I hold her close, savoring the warmth and weight of her in my arms. There’s no space between us—just the heat of our bodies and the shared rhythm of our hearts. Slowly, I turn so she can see the view unfurling before us. The sky is a breathtaking canvas, painted with streaks of pink, orange, and gold, each hue brighter than the last. It’s a masterpiece that takes my breath away—almost as much as she does.
“Look,”
I whisper, tilting my head toward the horizon. “Isn’t it beautiful?”
Rosie nods, her gaze fixed on the sunrise. “It’s incredible,”
she murmurs, her warm breath brushing against my neck.
But I can’t take my eyes off her. In the golden light, her profile glows, her eyes shining with wonder. She’s beautiful in every way—not just in how she looks, but in the way she moves, laughs, and loves. Her strength, her vulnerability, her fire... every part of her pulls me closer.
My heart feels so full I think it might burst. I know it’s too soon. I should probably wait, hold back. But right now, with her in my arms and the world waking around us, I can’t stop the words from spilling out.
“I love you,”
I say softly, my voice rough with emotion.
Her head snaps toward me, her eyes wide with surprise. For a moment, I panic—but then her lips curve into a radiant smile, one that rivals the sun rising behind her.
“I… I love you too, Alex,”
she whispers, her voice trembling but sure.
The world freezes. Those three words I’d only dared to hope for are now a reality. A wave of emotion crashes over me: joy, relief, desire. I feel weightless and anchored all at once, and I can’t stop the incredulous grin that spreads across my face.
Our lips meet again, this time with an intensity born of shared love. My hands tighten around her hips as the kiss deepens. Her fingers weave into my hair, pulling me closer, until there’s nothing between us but heat and need.
Still holding her, I turn and walk toward the cabin, each step purposeful. The door swings open easily, and I carry her straight to the bedroom. The room is bathed in the soft glow of morning light, warm and inviting, just like her. I lay her gently on the bed, her arms still looped around my neck. For a moment, I just look at her: hair tousled, eyes dark with desire, lips swollen from our kisses. She’s perfect.
I lower myself beside her, and our lips find each other again. Each kiss is electric, igniting a fire deep inside me. My hands move over her body with a hunger I can’t contain, tracing the curves that have haunted my dreams. Her skin is warm, impossibly soft, and she responds to every touch with a shiver that drives me wild.
“Alex,”
she breathes, her voice thick with longing. “I want you.”
I lean down, my lips tracing a path of kisses along her neck, down to her collarbone.
“You have no idea all the things I want to do to you, princess,”
I murmur against her lips, my breath hot and uneven. Even with my mind hazy, I place a special emphasis on the word princess. I love teasing her.
Rosie smiles, her eyes sparkling with passion and affection.
“If you don’t follow through, cowboy, you’re going to lose credibility,”
she says, with the same emphasis on cowboy.
I let out a low growl.
Her hands trail down my back, leaving fiery paths on my skin. The tenderness, the passion, the mischievous glint in her eyes, she makes me lose control.
I tear away the last remnants of her clothing.
Hell, I’ll buy her all the clothes she wants… if it means I can tear them off every time.
I shed the last of my clothes, leaving us both completely bare, our bodies melting into one another as we revel in the warmth and intimacy of our skin touching, unguarded and alive.
I feel my body responding to hers in ways I’ve never experienced; I’m harder than ever, and she’s already so ready. Rosie lets out a sweet laugh as I cover her with little bites; the sound is like music to my ears.
Rosie’s skin against mine feels like silk, warm and inviting, and her breath mingles with mine, filling the air with unspoken promises.
“Alex,”
she whispers, her fingers tracing delicate patterns on my back. “Don’t stop.”
“Never,”
I reply, my voice thick with emotion. “I never could.”
As our bodies move in unison, each touch, each kiss building in intensity, I feel our connection deepen. Every breath, every caress is a tangible expression of our love.
With slow, deliberate tenderness, I slide inside her. The warmth of her breath on my neck, her touch—steady and sure—make me feel whole, at home.
“I was always here, Rosie,”
I whisper, my voice barely a breath, heavy with emotion. “Even when I was far away, my heart was always with you.”
I hold her close, feeling every fiber of my being respond to her presence. “I missed you so much,”
I say, my voice breaking from the intensity of the moment.
Our lips find each other again in a kiss that’s both sweet and passionate. I'm ready to give her every thrill she wants if it means we get to make love like this before or after.
Each movement is an explosion of sensations that bind us closer. We come together, overtaken by a powerful wave, and then lie still, trembling but connected, for I don’t know how long.
“Rosie,”
I murmur, my gaze locked on hers, “I never want to be away from you again. This is our beginning, our future.”
Then, finding the strength to move, I rise… not bothering to clean myself or her.
We’re not done yet.
I place my cowboy hat on her head.
“Now, princess, get ready, because this cowboy is going to fuck you good.”
And then we start fucking for hours in every possible way in that bedroom.