Sculpting Rose (8 page)

Rose
stepped off the stool, stretched out her stiff legs and spine, then closed the distance between them. She became aware of the growing anticipation and tension filling her. Some of it due to seeing her picture, but most of it was because Colin’s gaze devoured her as each step brought her closer to him.

The minute
Rose reached him; he grasped her hand in an unyielding hold as if he were afraid she would slip through his fingers. If she was capable of forming words, she would’ve told him she wasn’t about to go anywhere. The hard roughness of his touch had her nearly purring. She was putty. 

He pulled her directly in front of him. The entire length of his body pressed against her back. She trembled and closed her eyes. The picture was forgotten.

“Look at yourself. Open those pretty eyes and see what I see.”

Colin
’s deeply whispered words effectively drew her out of the web of desire he’d wound around her. She slowly opened her eyes and found herself staring at a stunningly beautiful woman. Rose was struck speechless by the alluring shadows and lines on the canvas.

“That can’t be me.”

“Don’t be nervous, sweetheart. You are so unaware of your own appeal. How could you not know how sweet and sexy you are? I draw what I see, Rose. Nothing more, nothing less.”

“It looks so…” She was at a loss for words. She didn’t know how to make him understand she wasn’t the ethereal beauty he’d created with his talented hands.

“It looks sensual and so damn tempting it makes me want to fuck you right here,” Colin groaned.

Rose
shuddered. “Oh god.”

He turned her around until she faced him. “In fact, there’s the small matter of the purple stool.”

She couldn’t think with him so close. His scent filled her; his body turned her mind to mush. “Stool?”

He pointed to the middle of the room. She followed his finger and realized he was talking about the strangely shaped octagon she’d noticed when she’d first arrived. She had no idea why he was suddenly interested in that particular piece of furniture though. “What about it?”

“Do you remember when I told you it was custom-made?”

“Yes, but I was a little
preoccupied
at the time and not really paying attention.”

“It’s designed for sex.”

Her gaze darted back to the stool. “It looks like a normal stool. Only bigger. I don’t think I’m following you.”

“How about a demonstration?”

“Uh, okay.”

Colin
led her across the room to a remote control. He picked it up and took her over to the stool. As he pushed a button, one end of the stool raised up. She watched, spellbound, as he pushed another button and a headrest emerged from the other end.

“I’m still confused.”

“You lay on your back with your bottom raised in the air. It provides better penetration.”

Her face heated. “Oh.”

“Take off your gown, baby.”

It seemed taboo to make love in such a way in broad daylight. “
Colin, I don’t know about this.”

He bent and licked a spot behind her ear then whispered, “You’ll forget about this shyness the instant my cock is inside you. All you’ll feel is me, filling you.”

When he put it like that, she was loath to refuse. Still there was one thing she wanted first. “Take off your clothes; then I’ll do whatever you want.”

“Be careful saying such things to a man like me,” he warned. “I’m likely to take more than you’re willing to give.”

He started unbuttoning his jeans. Rose couldn’t breathe. She’d just pulled the proverbial tiger by the tail.

Rose
was riveted to Colin as he slid his jeans down his muscled thighs and calves. She watched him bend and pull them off then shove them aside. Now he was naked. He hadn’t bothered with underwear, and his cock jutted out, hard and pulsing. She licked her lips.

“Your turn.”

Those two little words had the power to make her quiver. Rose slipped her fingers beneath the hem of the purple gown and raised it inch by inch up her legs, slowly revealing her body to him. The heat in his gaze made her more brazen than normal. When she had the nightgown just below her breasts, she let go with one hand and cupped her mound. Like him, she hadn’t bothered wearing panties. Deliberately tempting him, Rose massaged her fingers over her clit. She was so wet and ready, it was hard to stay standing.

His hands came up to cup her breasts. He squeezed and flicked his thumbs over her nipples, and
Rose pushed into his palms, ready to plead for more.

“Christ, just look at you.”

Her entire body revved to life at his deep voice and soft touches. “Do you like watching me, Colin?”

“I could watch you touch yourself for hours and not get bored. Hell, I could come watching you finger fuck yourself.”

His candor shocked her. “I-I wouldn’t want that.”

“What do you want? Tell me.”

On impulse she blurted, “I want to use the stool. I want you deep inside me.”

Colin
dropped his hands and ordered, “Then take off the gown, sweetheart.”

She yanked the gown over her head and tossed it on the floor. His eyes feasted on her, leaving a burning path everywhere his gaze touched.

When he bent and picked up his jeans then pulled out a condom, she froze. “You had a condom in your pocket?”

“I told you last night I wanted to take you in the shower and I did. I also said I wanted to see you on my stool. Now I will.”

She narrowed her eyes. “You were awfully confident.”

He grinned shamelessly.
“Yep.”

She crossed her arms over her chest. “You aren’t even aware how arrogant you sound, are you?”

He tore the foil packet and rolled the condom down his heavy erection. She couldn’t look away from him. Everything he did fascinated her. He stepped toward her, took her face in his hands, and held her still for his kiss. Her knees turned to Jell-o.

“I’m not arrogant. But I do want you, and when I want something this bad, I tend to work extra hard until I get it.”

She was out of her comfort zone with him. “It’s never been like this.”

“Like what?”

“No man has ever been so passionate with me.”

“Fools, the lot of them,” he growled then tugged her forward. “Sit on the stool, baby.”

She eyed the massive thing, unsure and shy all over again. Colin must have seen her nervousness and positioned her next to the stool, then gently nudged her until she was seated in the center. “Good girl. Now lay back with your head on the rest.”

She shifted around until her head lay on the extended cushion, her body angled so her bottom was higher in the air. Her legs dangled over the edge.

Colin was suddenly between her legs, his calloused palms moving over her thighs igniting her passion. He wrapped his hands around her calves and bent her legs. “Hold your legs apart.”

Rose
bit her lip and tried not to think of how open and vulnerable she felt. Then she did as he asked.

He dipped his head and kissed her belly then whispered against her skin, “Open
yourself more. Show me you want me.”

His hot breath against her flesh was all the incentive she needed. She spread her legs wide, then wrapped her fist around his cock and used it to stroke her clit and labia, before guiding him into her heat.
Colin stood up and thrust forward. She gasped.

He stilled.
“Too much?”

“No, it’s…” She couldn’t find the words to express the sensations bombarding her. His cock touched places inside her body no man had ever reached.

“Damn, you feel incredible,” he uttered as he pulled all the way out then thrust forward again.

His palms swept over her nipples, and she arched upward,
seeking more of his caresses. When he smoothed his way down her ribcage and belly to play with her tiny bud, she came apart.

“
Colin!” she cried out as she flew over the edge of desire.

He thrust harder, holding onto her hips as he plunged deep. Muscles pumped and sweat glistened off his chest and abs. When he flung his head back and shouted her name,
Rose wrapped her legs around him and held him to her tightly. She never wanted the moment to end. She never wanted to let him go. Suddenly it was all too much and tears flooded her eyes. She covered her face in mortification, but Colin’s gentle fingers forced her to look at him. He was so wonderful. Strong, giving and so capable. She loved so much about him. And that was the crux of it. She loved him.

“What’s wrong, baby? Was I too rough?”

“No, never that. It was beautiful. You’re beautiful.”

He lifted her into his arms and cradled her against his chest. “You’re telling me these are tears of happiness?”

She wrapped her arms around his neck and buried her face into his chest. She couldn’t possibly tell him the truth. He was supposed to be a fun break from the norm. Falling in love wasn’t part of the bargain.

“Yes,” she mumbled, “tears of happiness.”

“Look at me, sweetheart.” When she lifted her head, he searched her face. Long seconds passed; then he said, “I want to slip inside your head, but I made a promise. I’ll keep it if it kills me. Since I can’t do that, then at least let me cook for you.”

Her stomach growled at the mention of food. Okay, so she just realized she’s in love with a handsome millionaire artist, but does
the revelation stop her from wanting food? Nope. She sighed. “What do you have in mind?”

“I’m not a gourmet cook, but I can whip up some spaghetti and open a jar of sauce. Does that work for you?”

“It sounds wonderful.”

He put her on her feet and helped her back into her mangled gown. Once she was covered, he leaned down to press his lips to her crown. Then he swatted her bottom. “Go shower and slip on one of my shirts, or I won’t be able to concentrate.”

She nodded and started out of the room but stopped when he called her name. She turned. He already had his pants on, unbuttoned, arms crossed over his chest. Rose didn’t want to think about the devastating effect he had on her body, or she’d never make it out of the room.

“I know you won’t believe this, but this thing between us is special.”

“We only met last night,” she reminded him, even though she felt the same way.

The distance between them prevented her from discerning his expression. “It matters little. We’re both adults, and we know the difference between a casual fling and something more.”

She couldn’t speak past the lump in her throat. Instead, she hurried out of the room and rushed up the stairs. If she’d stayed another second, she’d be blurting out her feelings. She wasn’t about to mutilate her heart by having her love tossed back at her.

As she walked into his bedroom, the memories of what they’d shared there swept through her. Sitting through lunch and
pretending a casualness she didn’t feel was not going to be an easy feat.

Rose
was in a full-fledged panic. She’d come awake feeling sore and achy in spots she’d all but forgotten about. As she tried to adjust to the bright light streaming in through the large bedroom window, she realized two things. The first, she’d made mad passionate love to Colin McQuaid so many times she’d lost track. The second, the love filling her heart for the gorgeous man wasn’t a passing fancy, and it wasn’t about to go away anytime soon.

Like a coward, she slipped out of bed where
Colin lay deliciously sprawled, then tiptoed to the bathroom and stared at her own reflection.
Is that really me?
She barely recognized herself. The rosy cheeks and well-loved look was new. And she had Colin to thank. He’d been wonderful. 

She should have known she couldn’t spend such a delightful time with the most perfect man she’d ever met and then walk away without a scratch. She knew herself better. She’d all but fallen in love with
Colin when she’d first set eyes on him at the party. Otherwise, she never would have given herself to him. Over and over again.

She never slept around. It wasn’t her style. She’d done a good job convincing herself she was in dire need of some hot, sweaty, no-strings sex, but in the bright light of day there was no denying the obvious.    

Her feelings toward him solidified when Colin had told her about his childhood trauma. Knowing he’d never told any other woman made her heart melt. Pity hadn’t moved her. The fact he’d told her about a part of himself he’d kept hidden from the rest of the world had sucked her in like a vacuum cleaner. Still, it wasn’t until he’d all but taken her to heaven and back with his ardent loving on the purple stool that she’d allowed herself to fling open her soul and let him make himself at home there. 

There was only one thing to do about it.

Slink away like the pathetic fool she was. Unfortunately she was butt-naked, and her clothes were still in the dressing room in Colin’s studio. Worse, she had no ride. She’d have to call her sister. Lily would help her out of this mess. Lord knew she’d done the same thing for her more than once. After a little ribbing and giggling, her sister would gladly jump in her precious black Mustang and come to her rescue.