“Why did you stop earlier?” she asked, needing to know the truth.
“You’ve never been with a man, baby. I’ve never been with a virgin, and I didn’t know how to handle that. I want to give you everything, and at that time I couldn’t give you what you needed.”
Her cheeks had to be flushed with her embarrassment. She’d never spoken to anyone about her virginity. Rose recalled Brad’s demands of keeping her innocence, and she wanted rid of it.
“I want you, Peter. Only you.”
“What about everything you’ve been through?” he asked, tucking hair behind her ear.
“I’ve not been through anything. My food was taken away from me. Brad didn’t do anything to me. I’ve not been affected by it, and I don’t want to spend time thinking about it.” She tried to reassure him.
“We’ll take everything slowly. I want you to get used to your freedom, Rose. I’ll take you to Control tomorrow, and William will talk you through your work.”
She nodded, nervous about going to somewhere different.
“You’re moving to my room,” Peter said, picking her up in his arms.
Rose squealed, wrapping her arms around his neck.
“I can walk.”
“And I want to carry you. I like having you in my arms.”
She held onto his neck as he carried her out of the room. He entered his room, which was next door.
His bed was large and dominated most of the room. Everything was moving fast, but Rose didn’t care. She’d spent many months daydreaming about this one man, and now he was carrying her through to his bedroom.
“Nothing is going to happen tonight.” Peter tucked her in bed. “I’m going to take a shower. You can fall asleep if you want. I’ll be back soon.”
She watched him walk into the en-suite bathroom, and she became aware of his wealth. Peter had been disowned by his family, but he’d worked his way back up in the world. She wondered if all his money came from the club. Pushing the thoughts aside, she pulled the blanket underneath her chin, watching the door.
Hearing the water running, she imagined him naked in the shower. She’d never seen a man naked before, and her curiosity was getting the better of her.
Stay in bed.
I want to see him.
Making one final decision, she shoved the blanket off her and padded toward the bathroom. The light was on, and she pushed the door open. The glass of the shower door showed his naked body. His body was smeared because of the style of glass, and she couldn’t make him out.
The shower shut off, and she knew she should turn away and get back into bed. She couldn’t move. Rose felt rooted to the spot.
The shower stall opened, and Peter was climbing out. His body was hard, ripped, and made her mouth water. He had several tattoos on his chest and down his body. She saw a love heart painted black and several words she couldn’t understand.
“Rose,” he said.
She stared at him surprised. Rose wouldn’t have pictured him with tattoos. Gazing down his body she saw his cock thickening. Peter was getting hard before her very eyes. Licking her lips, she quickly returned her gaze to his.
He didn’t reach for a towel. They were both stood frozen staring at each other.
“I’ve never seen a naked man before,” she said, blurting out the words.
His gaze moved down her body. “Take your nightshirt off.”
The order left his lips, and Rose stared at him shocked.
“What?”
“You’ve seen me. I think it’s fair I see you.”