Run Rosie Run (20 page)

Staring into her eyes, Alexander had the sensation of drowning.

A strange sea-sickly feeling washed over him.

‘I don’t know if I can do this.’

She gave him a friendly pat on the cheek.

‘You’ll be fine. You were really good in the school play.’

He eyed her with a frown.

‘That was ‘Oh, What A Lovely War.’

‘I was too young to remember, but your mother always said you were brilliant in it.’ She held up a suit carrier. ‘Put these on and come down for make-up.’

Make-up?

He stood to leave.

‘That’s it. No way.’

Rosie threw herself at the door barring the way, those dark eyes perfectly sober now.

‘You promised. Every model has to wear make-up, don’t be such a wuss.’

He took a heaving breath, his eyes met hers.

‘Swear you’ll never tell Bronte or Nico about make-up.’

Without hesitation she spat in her palm and held it out.

He stared at it for a long moment, spit into his own and they clasped hands.

‘Deal,’ she said, her lovely face completely serious.

‘Deal, but you owe me big time, angel face.’

Five hours later, Rosie was filled with an equal mix of fierce pride and deep sympathy for Alexander.

In the beginning, he’d closed his eyes, jaw clenched as the make-up girl made him look totally flawless and hid what was left of the bruise on his lip. Good job he was a fast healer.

She didn’t want him to shave saying that the ‘
just-got-out-of-bed look was terribly sexy.’

He’d curled his lip in disgust at the remark.

And Rosie’d felt a little pang in her heart at his long-suffering sigh when the girl fiddled with his eyebrows and hair.

He’d pretended to sip champagne for take after take.

Eve had given him a tongue lashing for not staring into Francesca’s eyes with enough arousal, even though the model pressed her breasts into his chest and stared deeply into his eyes.

He’d needed to take a break.

Rosie realised that it was probably the first time in his life a woman had yelled at him to drop his shoulder, to tilt his chin a little forward and to think like a stud muffin.

Along with,
‘For Christ’s sake stare into the bloody camera,’
and,
‘Get your head straight.’

Finally Eve was happy.

Wearing nothing but his jeans, Alexander slumped in a chair sipping a cold beer with the demeanour of a man who’d been hit by a speeding train.

Rosie waved off the girls, shut and locked the door and padded her way back to him.

Poor baby, he looked exhausted.

Her conscience gave her a sharp nudge as she realised he still wore make-up.

It wasn’t often Alexander looked pathetic and pitiful and she was going to make the most of it.

Pulling him to his feet, she enjoyed the curl of lust uncoiling low in her belly.

She told herself to keep it light, keep it fun.

‘Come on, David, let’s get you cleaned up,’ she said.

Still holding hands, they climbed the stairs.

‘Who the hell is David?’ he wanted know, his fingers linking with hers.

She turned to grin at him.

‘David Gandy, the supermodel.’

‘Poor bastard,’ Alexander said with feeling.

‘Oh, I don’t know, he’s very, very good at what he does.’

Walking backwards into her bedroom, Rosie towed a reluctant Alexander into the bathroom.

‘Sit,’ she told him pointing to the side of the bath.

He sat.

She turned on the hot water tap on a washbasin; washed, dried her hands, plucked a couple of white muslin cloths from a basket on the shelf and swished them in the water.

Then opened a cupboard, took out a bottle and dumped a fat dollop of cream on the palm of her hand.

‘Open your legs.’

He did as he was told and she stood between them.

‘Lift up your chin and close your eyes.’

‘What is it?’ he asked, voice dripping with suspicion.

‘Cleanser.’

He eyed it as if it was radioactive.

‘No way. I’m a man. I use soap and water.’

She merely raised a brow.

‘How often do you wear heavy foundation?’ she wanted to know in a silky voice.

‘This is a first for me,’ he responded through clenched teeth.

‘Correct. Which means you don’t know how to remove it. This is cleanser. I’ll spread it on your pretty face, blend it in and then remove it with a damp hot cloth.’

‘Christ!’

She bit down hard on her top lip, if she laughed she wouldn’t see him for dust. And he’d been such a good sport.

‘Just sit back and think of England.’

Alexander closed his eyes and took a very deep breath.

The whole process, Rosie decided, was oddly relaxing.

Her hand shook as the light scent of the cleanser mingled with the scent of man, just washed jeans and his signature cologne.

Being able to touch his skin, to feel the sharp contours of those amazing cheekbones to smooth that firm jaw was so heavenly Rosie decided to make the most of it.

She took it very carefully and super slowly.

Her fingertips tingled, the pads became wonderfully sensitive and warm. A strange feeling of being super-aware of him caught her throat and she realised their breathing had become synchronised.

Biting down hard on her bottom lip, she swished the cloths in warm water, squeezed out the excess and gently wiped his skin clean.

He had the most amazing eyelashes, nut brown, long and thick.

She smoothed the cloth over one brow, the other, and watched him run his tongue over his top teeth usually a sign he wasn’t particularly comfortable.

He wasn’t frowning although she realised that he was holding the edge of bath in a death grip and his shoulders appeared tense.

‘There you go.’

His eyes opened and as he swayed towards her his hands seized her hips.

‘Are you sure it’s all off?’

She sent him a cheeky smile.

‘Yep. Want moisturiser?’

‘Want a spanking?’

‘No, but I do want to thank you for helping us today. I appreciate it.’

‘You owe me.’

She couldn’t help it, she ran her fingers through his tousled hair and smiled into his face.

‘What do you want?’

Those incredible eyes, deepened now to a vivid emerald.

His pupils dilated and she caught her breath.

Alexander took his time just stroking her, absorbing the feel of the softness of her skin on those endless legs.

Her delectable breasts were at eye level.

After all he was only human, made of flesh and blood and his libido jolted painfully as her nipples hardened under his gaze.

He took a deep breath, inhaling the essence of her, she smelt of a light floral scent and something that was simply Rosie.

His thumbs pressed and rubbed her hip bones as he pulled her closer, her thigh pressing against his swollen groin. And she took a sharp inhalation of breath that did wonderful things to his pulse.

‘You have your tits in my face.’

‘So?’

‘Dicey place for them to be. I might not be able to control myself.’

Rosie whipped off her top and for a moment Alexander forgot how to breathe.

‘Who’s asking you to?’

Her fingers tunnelled in his hair and she took another shaky breath frowning into his eyes. Along with arousal and bravado he recognised a shadow of doubt in those big dark eyes and it killed him.

‘Are you sure you want to do this?’ he asked.

Please say yes.

‘I’m sure.’

His heart hammered in his ears.

This close he felt the way her pulse raced, the way her breathing hitched.

‘We should have done this a long time ago,’ he told her softly.

He’d always wanted her, but he’d held back, always too scared to change the status quo. Too scared in case something went wrong and it changed the dynamic of his friendship with her and her friendship with Bronte too. They’d always been close, the three of them, through thick and thin.

Rosie knew everything about him.

He moved an inch closer, his lips almost touching that bullet hard nipple and he used the tip of his tongue to flick the tight bud.

A shudder ran through the length of her body and she closed her eyes, her fingers clutching his hair.

Taking her wrists he pulled them down to her sides.

He ran his fingertips up and down the soft skin from shoulder to wrist and back again.

She gasped, pushing her hips closer to him as he slid his hands up her slim waist to cup the weight of those beautiful, pert breasts in his hands. They were a perfect fit and he used his thumbs to tease, to rub, to flick those straining nipples.

The little moans, almost sobs of pleasure coming from her throat speared painfully into his rock hard cock.

At last he took a nipple in his mouth, savouring the salty taste of her as he licked then sucked hard before gently running his teeth over the pulsing bud.

Rosie’s legs almost gave way.

His fingers expertly opened the button of her shorts, unzipped them, smoothly tugging them and her panties over her thighs, down to her ankles.

Even as her heart threatened to burst out of her ribs, she kicked them away.

His hands explored her calves, the tender skin at the back of her knees, running up her legs until he gripped her bare bottom, squeezing as she pressed her swollen sex against him.

No longer gentle his mouth sucked harder on her nipple in a way that made the slick heat between her legs throb, ache, and she moaned deep in her throat.

His thumbs pressed against the trimmed hair of her mound in a way that made her whole body shudder.

And those eyes, dark with arousal met hers.

‘Tell me you want this, tell me you want me,’ he whispered.

Her lips trembled as she took a shaky breath.

‘I want you.’

‘Unzip me.’

Running her fingernails down between his pecs, his stomach muscles clenched, shuddered, as she scraped past his belly button and unzipped his jeans.

He wasn’t wearing underpants and his heavy cock surged out of confinement and pulsed as he gasped against her breast.

His cock was a thing of beauty.

Thick and smooth and enormous.

For a moment her mouth went dry.

Too big?

‘Touch me,’ he begged.

Rosie used her fingertip to smooth the bead of pre cum over the fat mushroom head of his cock and he groaned.

His forehead rested on her chest as he watched her small hand fist him.

And he’d never felt anything like it.

‘Please, don’t tease me, Rosie. I can’t bear it.’

Christ, he sounded pathetic.

Embarrassment, irritation, grew with himself for sounding pitiful and with her for causing it.

Ever since he’d arrived she’d been the one in control, leading him around, literally, by the dick.

She held him firm and stroked from root to tip once, twice.

His body trembled.

Rosie made him weak, vulnerable.

He didn’t do vulnerable.

Now she had him by the balls and he didn’t like it.

Not one little bit.

When it came to sex, he’d always been the one in the driving seat.

It was time to take back control.

She’d been yanking his chain all day, with the little shorts and no bra.

And still she caressed him as he stood, took a condom out of his pocket and kicked off his jeans.

Something had changed.

The look in his eyes for her, all darkly brooding and possessive, made Rosie blink as did the tone of his voice,

‘Turn around, place your hands on the sink.’

It wasn’t a request, it was an order.

And she stared up into his face unsure of what he wanted from her.

‘But I want to touch you.’

He turned her around.

‘Later. Bend over.’

A fluid of dark need bloomed between her legs.

The hot spear of arousal deep in her womb made her gasp.

She bit down hard on her bottom lip and wondered if she should tell him she’d never done anything like this before.

The sound of him opening the condom packet had her looking over her shoulder and she gasped as he stroked his thick, hard cock, pumping it in his fist.

‘Alexander...’

A strong arm caught her around the waist and pulled her into him.

‘Are you wet for me, baby?’

What?

While she was thinking how to respond, his foot spread her legs wider.

Tension rolled over her shoulders and up into her neck.

The growl in his throat seriously alarmed her but then his finger entered her and her body clamped down upon it.

‘Oh, yeah, so hot. You’re more than ready. Christ, Rosie, you’re so tight, so wet.’

She’d been intimate with two men in her life and neither had lasted long.

No one had ever spoken words like this to her during sex and she had no idea how to answer except her body seemed to know exactly what to do as her hips rocked back and forth, riding his finger.

‘That’s it, baby.’

He slid another finger into her and then another to stretch her, ready her, and she moaned as his thumb found her clit and rubbed lazy circles around the rock hard little bud.

She couldn’t help it, Rosie cried out loud at the pleasure pain feeling that was building.

But this wasn’t how she’d imagined it would be when they made love.

Where was the romance?

The intimacy?

Then she couldn’t think at all, only feel as her knees went weak.

Still he worked her.

‘Spread your legs wider. That’s it. Bend lower.’

His fingers were replaced by his cock at the entrance to her vagina and he teased her mercilessly until she thrust back her hips.

But he held her firm and Rosie found herself whimpering as the flat of his hand pressed low on her belly and then he pushed the head of his cock into her, just an inch, so, so slowly and stopped.

Her legs were trembling so hard she had to close her eyes tight.