Rose in Bloom (Sex and the Season #2)(21)

“I know. It’s just—”

He cupped her cheek. “I understand. And I’m so sorry that the next part might hurt a bit.”

“I don’t care.”

“I do. I don’t want to hurt you.”

“Someone will have to do it eventually,” Rose said. “I want it to be you, Cam. Only you.”

“Touch me.” He led her hand to his swollen shaft.

Rose grasped him. “It’s so hard, Cam.”

He laughed. “Of course it is. It’s for you, my darling. Only for you.”

“I don’t know what to do.”

“Just kiss me…and let me come inside you.”

His mouth came down on hers, and she released his cock, using both of her hands to caress his muscular back and shoulders. His erection nudged against her.

“Are you sure this time?” he asked.

“Yes, Cam.” Her body was on fire. “Yes. In fact, if you don’t make love to me now, I think I may actually die!”

He stroked her lips lightly. “I assure you, you won’t die.” He smiled, and then turned serious. “You need to understand, Rose. When I come inside your body, that makes you mine.”

“I want to be yours. I never wanted anything more—” She gasped as he stabbed her virginal flesh.

“I’m so sorry. I tried to hold on. I’ll stop if you—”

“No, don’t stop. I’m all right.”

Slowly he descended into her, inch by inch. The stab changed to a burn. Still moving slowly. How large was he, anyway? And how deep was her…*? Finally he stopped moving.

“Are you in now?” she asked.

“Yes, sweet,” he groaned. “I feel like you were made for me. How do you feel?”

“Well…full, I guess.” She laughed a little. “Now what?”

“I’m going to move inside you. You tell me if you can’t take it, all right?”

“Yes, Cam. Don’t worry. I want to please you.”

He pulled out of her, teasing her entrance, and plunged back in. The burning wasn’t as bad this time, and his moans made her tingle. She was making him feel good, and that made her feel good. He repeated the motion several times, until the burning turned to longing. Then he circled his hips, moving inside of her, helping her get used to his invasion. His movements nudged her peak, sending shivers to her each time he collided with her. Soon she was climaxing again, grabbing his behind and pulling him into her.

“Oh, Cam, Cam,” she moaned.

He pulled out and thrust back into her, his body trembling as his cock pulsated inside her. “God, Rose. My God.” He collapsed on top of her and kissed her lips, her cheeks, her neck. “I’ll never love another.”

“Nor will I,” she said, sighing softly.

“So, my sweet Rose.” He turned them onto their sides, his cock still embedded in her. “What are we going to do now?” He threaded his fingers through her hair.

“I don’t know,” Rose said. “I wish I did, Cam.”

“I’ve ruined you, sweetheart.”

“I don’t feel ruined.”

“You are. And you’ve ruined me for anyone else. If you won’t marry me, I’ll die a monk.”

Rose giggled. “You can’t be serious.”

“I am. I swear it. I’ll take you to Gretna Green tonight, and you’ll be mine by the end of the week.”

“I’m yours already.” She kissed his chin. “But we can’t.”

“Why not?”

“Well, for one thing, we’re under quarantine. We can’t leave. And there’s Kat to consider. She might need us. And of course there’s my family.”

“No doubt they’d frown on me for a son-in-law.”

“I won’t lie to you. They won’t be happy. Except for Lily. She won’t judge us. But I don’t care. You’re the one I want.”

“And Xavier?”

“Well…that’s a touchy situation. He’s bringing his father to Laurel Ridge next weekend to meet me. I…I don’t want to hurt him, Cam. He’s been kind and generous with me, and he doesn’t deserve what I’m going to do to him.”

“Has he mentioned marriage to you?”

“No, not yet.”

Cameron stroked her bare arms, making her shudder. “Rose, I should tell you… Oh, never mind.” He got up from the bed.

“You’re not leaving, are you?” Rose said.

“No, sweet. I’m just getting a warm cloth.”

“What for?”

“To take care of you. There might be some blood.” He wet a cloth in the lukewarm water in the basin and wrung it out. “Open your legs for me.”

“I can’t get used to you saying that,” Rose giggled.

“Why?”

“It makes me feel so wicked.”

He nudged her thighs apart. “It’s not a wicked thing for the man who loves you to take care of you. Now, come on.” He gently rubbed the cloth over Rose’s intimate area.

The warm cloth soothed her. “Is there any blood?”

“Just a little. Does it hurt?”