She watches me through heavily lidded eyes as I lower my face to hers, and when our lips are a breath apart, I say, “Don’t let me take this too far. Promise me Rosie. Today is a date that doesn’t end with us getting naked.”
I press a soft kiss to the corner of her mouth and use my tongue to slide across her sealed lips to the other corner, which I kiss. I love to tease her as I move back to the middle, and dipping my tongue inside, gain entry…and then our tongues meet and all I can think about is her taste, which explodes on my tongue. Cinnamon and my woman.
Deepening the kiss, I take hold of her wrists and bringing them above her head, I hold them in one hand. She arches up against me, rubbing against my hard dick as I use my other hand to caress down her side to her hip. I grip her flesh, trying to stop myself from completely ravishing her.
“God,” I breathe into her neck, “I wish I had something to tie your wrists together so my other hand would be free to touch you.”
She freezes against me, as though she’s suddenly turned to a statue.
“Let me go. Get off me.” She pushes at my chest.
I release her wrists, but it’s taking my brain and lust fueled body a moment to comprehend what’s going on before I start to move. She’s panicked about something.
“Ruben, please get off me. Let me up,” she gasps.
Quickly rolling from her, I get to my knees to try and help her, but she’s up and walking around with her arms wrapped around her stomach in a protective hold.
Jumping to my feet, I go to her, but she stops me by holding a shaking hand out in front of her.
“I can’t be what you want, Ruben. I’m sorry.”
“What…”
She walks away and starts to reseal the tubs, tossing them back into the picnic hamper.
Well, I guess our picnics over with. I just wish she’d talk to me. What the fuck did I do? Then it hits me. I said about tying her up then she mentioned she couldn’t be what I want. She’s running scared.
“Rosie, please stop. Let me speak.”
She shakes her head. “Ruben, please don’t. It’s okay.” She carries on placing everything neatly away. “Well it’s not because I…I want to be with you, but you like things that I don’t like or want. I can’t be that person for you—the person who trusts you to tie them up and to not abuse them. I can’t do it. Please don’t ask me to do that.”
I take the containers from her hands and try to hold on to her. “Rosie, dammit. I’m sorry I’ve frightened you…wait...” I see red. “Who the fuck abused you? I’ll kill the fucker.”
She stops with her back toward me as she’s making her way to the SUV. “My father used to tie me up and leave me sitting in the middle of my room all day when he thought I’d been naughty. The first time had been after I’d left an apple in my lunch bag. The second time was because I’d missed the school bus. I’d missed the bus because he couldn’t find the keys to unlock the door and I’d refused to climb out through the window with all the other kids standing at the bus stop watching. I’ll never relinquish control of my body to anyone. And please don’t ask me to talk about it again because I’d rather leave it where it belongs; in the past.”
I’m not too sure leaving it buried in the past is all that healthy for her. She needs to deal with it before it’s left in the past, not let it fester, but now she sounds exhausted. “Please just take me home. I can’t do this. It isn’t fair to the both of us.”
I’m at a lost as to what to say having never been in this situation before, but I don’t want to take her home at least not until I’ve said something. It would be great if my brain started working again first though.
“Rosie,” I say standing behind her, clenching my fists at my side, itching to comfort her. “I’m sorry I frightened you that’s the last thing I wanted. I want, no I need to see you again. I know the rumors about my appetites, for want of a better word, but I can do without it. I don’t need it. Yes, I like all that and playing with toys for pleasure, but I don’t need it…God, I need you more.”
I’m a * begging. I’ve never begged for anything in my life, but I’ll beg for Rosie.
“I hear you. Please just take me home, and I promise to think about what you’ve just said.”
“Okay, I’m not going to let you go so easily. You realize that, right? You’re under my skin, Rosie.” I lean forward and kiss her on the back of her head.
“Let me grab everything and we’ll head back. I’ll give you some time to get this straight in your head, but then we’ll go to the movies or something. I really do want to date you properly.”
Chapter 14 ~ Rosie