Chapter Six

Sam had never wanted like he wanted Rose.

Still, even as he tossed his clothes aside, he had to be sure. To give her a chance to change her mind. Because once he’d had her, he knew he’d never let go again.

“This means something,” he said, even as his gaze roamed the alabaster length of her naked body. Her blonde hair flowed like silk, teasing pale pink nipples. “Beyond pleasure. Beyond the moment. This is more.”

“Then give me more.” Her words were demanding, but her attention was clearly not on the conversation. Instead, her eyes seemed to eat him up, they were so hungry and filled with need. “Give me everything.”

God, he wanted to. So badly.

But even as Sam tossed his jeans aside, standing naked and fully erect in front of her, he hesitated.

“This is going to change things,” he told her, his words intense with all the information he couldn’t say. He couldn’t tell her that if they made love, changes would happen. Not just changing their relationship with new levels of intimacy. But her life would change. The rose petals were proof of that.

“Are you going to talk?” She angled up to rest on her elbows and gave him a long, slow look through her lashes. “Or are you going to come over here?”

What else could he do?

Sam went over there.

His eyes locked on hers as he leaned across her body. He anchored his palms on the mattress on either side of her shoulders, but was careful not to touch her.

Not yet.

First, he breathed in her delicacy, the sweet mingling of her scent with the velvety rose petals. He nuzzled closer to her throat, the soft silk of her hair teasing his nose as he drew in the heady combination.

Then he leaned back to stare at the perfection of her features. Her blue eyes were dark with desire. Her cheeks flushed with delight. Her pale skin pink from throat to belly button. His mouth went dry as he took in everything in between. The full, pouting breasts with their candy-pink tips. The gentle curve of her waist, the soft flare of her hips. The golden triangle of downy hair, shielding Heaven from his gaze.

“I want you so much,” he whispered.

“Then why aren’t you taking me?”

Rose reached out to slide her hands over his chest, her fingers gently scraping. The silent demand in her touch broke his willpower, destroying his vow to go slowly.

He angled himself over her, his knees digging into the mattress, cupping her body beneath his. Cradled in the now-bruised rose petals, Rose smiled her pleasure as Sam straddled her enchanting body. His fingers teased and tempted, swirling over her breasts in ever tightening circles until he reached the delicious peaks that so entranced him.

He leaned down to sip at her nipples, his tongue swirling, gliding. Tasting. God, she was delicious. He couldn’t get enough, even when he sucked the hard nubbin between his lips, scraping it with his teeth until she cried out. Not willing to neglect any possibility for pleasure, he worked the other breast with his thumb, teasing it into hardness for his mouth’s satisfaction.

Her taste was an addiction. One he willingly gave himself over to. As he took her mouth with his, savoring and losing himself in her, he realized that he’d never get enough of her. That he’d spend the rest of his life craving, the rest of his eternity needing.

Oh, yeah.

Rose reveled in the sensations rushing through her body. She’d never felt like this. Never realized she could feel so much. It was because of Sam, she knew. His touch, his mouth, his body were driving her higher. Were exciting her beyond anything she’d ever experienced.

But she wanted more.

Her hands skimmed his body, delighting in the hard muscles and soft hair of his chest. The rigid strength of his arms. The gentle slope of his back. The man’s body fit hers perfectly. The length of him, the weight of him.

As need coiled tight in her belly, Rose wanted more. She wanted to feel the rest of him.

Inside her.

“Have me,” she breathed against his throat. “Have me now.”

To ensure he wouldn’t say no, she reached down between them to curl her fingers over the hard length of his erection. Velvet covered steel filled her hand, made her mouth water.

“Rose...”

“Now,” she begged, the need so tight inside her that she was afraid she’d break into a million needy pieces if he didn’t satisfy her soon. “Please, now.”

He left her for the briefest of moments and she watched as he made quick work of protection. Then he was back, poised between her thighs, angled over her body. Those gorgeous eyes staring hypnotically into hers.

He reached between their bodies to glide his fingers over her throbbing nipples, circling and tweaking each before skimming down her stomach, over the soft curve of her belly. Into the damp curls between her thighs.

Like a whisper, his finger glided over the aching bud nestled there.

Rose whimpered.

He rubbed that bud between two fingers now.

Her body shook.

His fingers shifted, thrusting inside her wet core.

She cried out her pleasure, tried to clamp her thighs around his hand to pull him deeper. But Sam froze. His body, his fingers. Rose’s breath shook, but she loosened her legs. As soon as she did, his fingers swirled, dipping deeper.

His thumb rubbed her aching bud in time with his dancing fingers. One thrust, two, then three. Lights burst in Rose’s head, pleasure sparked and unfurled deep in her belly as the climax took her.

Sam’s smile was so satisfied, just seeing it almost made her come again. He leaned down to take her mouth, his kiss long and slow. Tongues coiled, teased. Teeth nipped, scraped.

Finally—oh, God, finally—he pressed the tip of that long, hard erection against her.

Slid it into her.

Slowly, he thrust deeper.

All the while, he watched her.

She was at the mercy of those eyes. She’d do anything when he looked at her like that.

And she held all the power, she realized as she watched those eyes cloud with a joyful sort of passion as he slid into her body. He’d do anything for her. Anything.

Her breath caught in her throat, fear choking her at the idea of someone giving that much. As the need tightened in her body, her nipples ached and her thighs trembled. Tiny orgasms shivered through her.

She arched her hips higher, undulating, trying to urge Sam to thrust harder. To take her over the edge. She had to go fast. She needed to go now. Before he saw too much. Before she wanted too much.

She closed her eyes as fear coiled around the passion in her belly. She brought all her attention inward, inside. Into her core as she tried to identify what else she was feeling. What that surging energy was that threatened to overtake the passion, that threatened to use it. To use her.

Every thrust took her higher.

Every cry of delight was accompanied by a rainbow, as if the crystals dancing in the windows were sending multi-colored blessings through the room. Rainbows that reached through Rose’s closed eyes to shimmer and spark and intensify the need swirling through her system.

“Look at me,” he demanded in a guttural tone. Afraid he’d stop before she reached the peak, Rose forced her eyes open and met his gaze.

And sank in those dark blue depths.

She could see worlds in his eyes. Magic and inspiration and passion. Everything she saw, she felt.

And felt so deeply.

Passion intensified, building and climbing and grabbing at her with a constant demand for more. As her body craved, the lights shimmered faster.

The rainbows weren’t passion sparked imagination, she realized as the lights danced around their bodies.

The room swirled with colors and light and music. She held her breath and tried to hear over the sound of Sam’s labored breaths and the drumbeat of her own heart.

Chimes and flutes and sweet strings moaned in time with their passion. Rising, climbing, tightening.

Higher with every thrust.

Stronger with every slide of Sam’s body inside her own.

Everything within her clenched, tight and needy, as Rose arched higher to take him deeper.

Sam groaned.

He thrust harder.

Rose exploded.

Pleasure shattered through her body, ripping away her resistance, tearing away every bit of her control until Rose could only cry out through a throat raw from panting.

“Again,” Sam muttered, burying his face in the curve of her throat. His words reverberated through her, sending the needs coiling like snakes again, waiting to snap. “Come again, Rose. I want to come with you.”

She caught her breath when he reached between them to cup her breast. His hand was so hard, so warm as it gently squeezed in time with his thrusts.

Rose’s nipple pressed into his hand, begging. In answer, he rubbed, circling and teasing.

Rose went over so fast, so hard, that she screamed.

Her body shook.

Rose grabbed tight onto Sam as the bed shook, too.

But when the room shook, she didn’t know where to grab. Or what to do. The only option she had was to ride the power.

More rose petals appeared, these drifting from the ceiling like the palest of pink snowflakes. Even as she came again, as her body convulsed with pleasure, Rose reached out to catch one of the velvety flowers in the palm of her hand.

Real.

The flowers were real.

The pleasure coursing through her was real.

The man groaning his release into the welcoming warmth of her body was real.

And the magic...

Rose curled her fingers tight around the petal, her other hand rubbing Sam’s back, smoothing and soothing him in the aftershocks of his orgasm.

The magic was real, too.

The only answer her mind couldn’t quite grasp as she sighed with one last climax, was whether the magic was his.

Or hers.