Yet he hesitated to take her to the bed which, he realised now, was strewn with blush-pink petals.
Because this wasn’t the beginning of some sweet romance that would end with a happy ever after. He didn’t want her misinterpreting.
He needed to dispel that fantasy, though he had no intention of giving up Rosanna and all the pleasure they would share over the next week. On the contrary, he intended to use them both to the limit and squeeze every possible erotic pleasure from the time they had. Because he already knew a week would barely be time to take his fill of this remarkable woman.
She moved, her backside swaying from side to side as if inviting him to take her, and fire shot through his groin.
Salim licked her earlobe then nipped there, harder than before, and she gasped, her hands grabbing his encircling arm. She was as turned on as he.
‘Is this what you want?’ he whispered against her ear as he shoved his other hand between her legs, cupping her mound hard through her jeans.
‘Yes.’ Her response was a raw groan that lifted the hairs at his nape and made his jeans grow uncomfortable.
A taut smile dragged at his facial muscles as he widened his stance to take her weight a little more. In the process he caught sight of their reflection in the mirrored wall of the bathroom through the open doorway and his pulse stopped. He saw Rosanna, head back against his chest, eyes closed in an expression of bliss, gasping in pleasure as he rubbed his hand between her legs.
‘More. Please, Salim.’
‘As you wish, my rose.’
Still keeping one arm wrapped around her middle, he flicked open the button of her jeans, then dragged down the zip. He tugged at the denim and it slid down but snagged on her hips. ‘Help me.’
She lifted her hands from his arm and shoved her jeans down.
‘Now the rest,’ he murmured, inserting a finger through the side elastic of her underwear. She grabbed the other side and together they slid the lacy triangle down.
Salim’s chest tightened around his snared breath. She still wore her plain white shirt, not some diaphanous lingerie. Yet the sight of her bare, sweetly curving hips and that glossy dark swatch of pubic hair cupped between her slender legs was one of the most arousing sights he’d beheld.
He swallowed, fighting the impulse to rip his own jeans off and power into her without any preliminaries. He owed her more than that.
Her eyes fluttered open and he caught a dazed silvery gleam as she frowned and made to turn towards him. ‘Salim?’
‘No. Stay like that.’
He cupped her again, this time with no constraining fabric between them and felt her feminine heat, the tickle of soft hair and a dampness that made him smile. Rosanna shuddered, her eyes drifting shut as he slid his hand lower, curving back between her now open thighs. She shifted against him, allowing him access, and once again gripped his supporting arm with both hands.
‘Easy, sweetheart.’
Though even as he said it he realised there was no need to wait. No reason at all. Hard and fast would be some consolation after the tortured loneliness of his empty bed. And it might help dispel any misunderstanding about this being a romantic tryst.
Salim pulled her closer so Rosanna leaned back against him as he slipped his hand again between her legs, into that cleft where he found her sensitive bud. She jolted and pressed against him as he slid into her wetness, probing gently.
Rosanna’s hips moved in a telltale twist of need as his fingers slid further, deeper.
‘You like that, Rosanna?’ he whispered in her ear.
He could tell from every movement of her body, and by her desperate expression in the mirror, that she was close. Maybe she’d been as aroused as he on the trip here, anticipating the moment when they came together again.
She might have read his mind. ‘Yes. But I want more.’
This time, instead of leaning into his hand she tilted her pelvis back, grinding her buttocks against him, drawing all the blood in his body to his rock-hard erection.
It would be the work of a moment to strip free of his jeans and plunge into her. Except he wanted more too. He wanted her absolutely frantic for him.
So Salim gritted his jaw and dragged the arm at her waist higher so he could cup one luscious breast while sliding his other hand along the slick track of delight between her soft thighs.
Her legs trembled. Her breathing turned to a series of gasps as her head lolled back against him. Salim read the signs of approaching orgasm. Her jerky movements, the rush of moisture against his hand, the musky perfume of female arousal. He bit down at the base of her neck where she was so sensitive.
Rosanna’s whole body shuddered. He felt her convulsions from his buried fingertips right down to the soles of his feet as she fell into ecstasy, calling his name. He’d never heard anything so heartfelt, so mesmerising.