Page 19 of Fighting Fate
“I got it,” he mumbled, taking the cloth from her as she leaned over to wipe at his stomach. “God. Sorry.” She’d run warm water on it, he discovered as he wiped with still-shaking hands at the sticky mess.
“You’re apologising for giving me a fantastic orgasm?” Rosie flopped onto the bed beside him and grinned, eyebrows arched. “You’re forgiven.”
He started laughing, dropping the soiled cloth to the floor beside the bed, before rolling over and reaching to kiss her. “You are so funny! God, Rosie, I’m so glad I met you today.”
“I’m glad I met you too,” she said softly, before her jaw cracked on a massive yawn.
“Do you want me to go?” he asked immediately. “You’re tired.”
“I’m tired, yeah, but don’t go. I’m happy for you to stay and sleep here. Maybe we can revisit this in the morning?” She’d scooped up the unused condom packet, waved it at him before putting it on her nightstand.
“I’m very much up for that plan,” he agreed, and Rosie smiled before another yawn overtook her.
“Gonna go clean my teeth,” she mumbled before pushing herself off the bed and stumbling to the bathroom. “Hey, I have a new toothbrush here,” she called back, “still in the packet, you’re welcome to it.”
He waited for her to finish, raising his eyebrows slightly when she returned wrapped in a bathrobe but saying nothing. Instead he scooped the cloth from the floor and headed for the bathroom, washing the sticky cloth out under the tap and hanging it up to dry before cleaning his teeth.
Rosie had exchanged the robe for a nightgown, he saw when he returned to bed; a simple sleeveless long T-shirt in black with a picture of a ghost on the front and the legend I BOO WHAT I WANT. Amused, he grinned down at her before easing back into bed on the other side.
“You are too cute,” he murmured, leaning across to kiss the side of her brow. She made a nonsensical little mumbling sound, and he realised she was already half asleep. One hand pillowed under her cheek, her hair tumbling about her face in rumpled waves, she looked soft and lovely. The kind of sight any man would dream of coming home to.
Gently, he brushed away a lock of hair which had drifted across her face and was dangling against her upper lip. She did a vague slow blink and half-smiled at him before her eyelids closed.
Grinning, Adam reached out to switch off the lamp before easing himself down against the pillows. Rosie’s bed wasn’t as large or comfortable as the one he’d been using at his friend’s luxury villa, but it was in his estimation a hundred times better, because of the soft, sweet, warm woman asleep in it. Sleep hadn’t been coming easily of late as he tried to puzzle out his future path, but listening to Rosie’s quiet, even breathing, he drifted into oblivion within minutes.
CHAPTER EIGHT
ROSIE woke up much as she always did, curled on her side with one arm tucked under her pillow and half asleep. Wrinkling her nose, she tugged her arm out, rolled to her back and stretched.
Her hand encountered warm, hard flesh and her eyes flew wide as suddenly, she was fully awake. Shooting to sit upright, she stared at Adam, who looked back at her from amused eyes.
He was wide awake, she realised, and wondered how long he’d been awake for. Considering the training regimen he’d given up not long ago at all, he was probably used to getting up at some ungodly hour to start training.
“Good morning,” he rumbled, and Rosie felt the colour flood into her cheeks.
“Hi,” she said, feeling gauche and foolish.
A smile curved his lips, and he rolled to his side, propping himself up on an elbow. Just that seemingly casual movement made muscles ripple in a way which looked almost pornographic, even though the sheet covered him to a perfectly decent level.
She was staring, Rosie realised, and dragged her gaze back to his face. “I have to get to work,” she mumbled.
“No worries,” he said cheerfully. “I’ll get dressed and get out of your hair.” He rolled to his other side away from her, leaned off the bed to retrieve clothes, and within moments was pulling them on.
Rosie quite realised she probably shouldn’t be watching him, but she just couldn’t look away. The play of muscles rippling under dark brown skin was almost hypnotising.
Adam glanced over his shoulder, caught her watching, and winked. Blushing, Rosie ducked down to hide her face behind the sheet, heard his low laugh.
The bed moved as he got up, and she heard him shuffling his shoes on, before a hand plucked lightly at the sheet, pulling it down to her chin.
“You are absolutely adorable,” he murmured softly. “Have dinner with me again tonight?”
She opened her mouth to say yes, but they’d have to go over to Hamilton again because she could get fired for fraternising with a resort guest otherwise, when the next thing he said took the wind right out of her sails.
“You could come to the villa, if you like. I’m not a bad cook.”
“Wait,” Rosie said, arrested. “What villa?”
Adam’s brow furrowed. “Didn’t I mention it? I’m staying in one of the private villas on the west side of the island. A friend of mine owns it.”