Steamy Night

Rose blushed so hard that she could feel that her cheeks beginning to sting. She bit her lower lip nervously looking at Jude's hand that held her hand and walked towards the bathroom. What is he going to do?

"You, go and wash up. The clean towel is on the rack. Go on and take your time." Jude simply pushed her into the bathroom and closed the door.

Rose took her own sweet time and wash up. After she changed into the clothes provided, she stepped out of the bathroom and went straight to the bed.

" You're done? " Jude asked her as he raised his head from the paper he was read. He had a greyish shirt on but still, it outlined his muscular proportions in a perfect way.

At the sight of Rose wearing a royal blue night gown, Jude found himself totally drowned into her beauty. With the fresh smell and a slight pinkish blush that had crept onto her cheeks made him wanted to wrap her in his arm.

"Thanks for the night gown. And I wonder, to whom it belong." Rose casually sat on the bed and waiting for the answer.

"No worries. It's Abby. You met her before." Jude took a sip of his wine before he put away his papers.

"Do you want to sleep, now?" the way he asked as if he was asking her to sleep with him, right there and then. Rose blinked her eyes. Momentarily stunned before she regained her composure.

"I would prefer to have some wine and, you know chit chat for a while before off to sleep." She mumbled. Jude smiled, as expected.

"No wine for you." Rose pouted her lips, her eyes expressing her dissatisfaction towards him. Jude chuckled at the sight and pinched her nose.

"Here, a glass of hot chocolate for you. You drank too much earlier." Jude casually commented. Rose sighed. She took the glass and slowly drank it before putting it on the side table.

"There were a lot of things happened. I don't know how I will survive for the next few days." her tone was disheartened.

"You have me." Rose's left eyebrow arched into a perfect curve when she heard Jude.

Jude held her shoulders and drew her closer to his side. Rose relaxed her shoulders and leaned comfortably on him.

The atmosphere was quiet and tranquil as both of them deep in their own thoughts about different matters.

"I really meant it when I said you have me." Jude broke the silence between the two of them. Rose glanced at him, her eyes questioning his meaning. Instead of answering her, Jude gently cupped her face in his hands, leaned in and kissed her passionately.

Maybe time stopped when his lips met hers, but the flutter only intensified. Rose's heart pounded in her chest as her cores got weaker. She could only focus on how soft he felt against her mouth, how addictively he invaded all her senses. And for the first time in twenty-three years, she finally got her chance to be kissed by a man she loved.

As for Jude, it still wasn't clear if he dreamed this moment to life, but there was raw emotion in the way her fingers curled around his. Jude kept his eyes half open, sneaking a guilty peek at her every time he came back for air, just to make sure this wasn't a product of his imagination. For God's sake, he had dreamed to kiss her from the first time he met her!

From the passionate kisses to the wild smooches, the two of them couldn't help but crossing their boundaries.

Heat rose from Rose's stomach to her chest. Jude was kissing her nape and her heart decided to skip a beat, the smell of him hypnotic beyond reason. She parted her lips and felt him washing over like a wave of warmth, curling her toes, unfurling all her senses as the taste of him nearly silenced all thoughts.

Her whole body tingled, the feel of his frame leaning on hers as his arms wrapped around her felt nearly forbidden. He pulled her in, claiming her mouth again, hungry and intense, until her core totally gave in. By the time Rose became aware of her fingers, they had already slipped under his shirt, his skin smooth and radiating heat.

"Rose..." he whispered her name softly and gazed into her eyes, searching for the passion and reassure.

"If you want me to stop, tell me now,' he whispered. When she still said nothing, he brushed his mouth against the hollow of her temple. 'Or now.' He traced the line of her cheekbone. 'Or now.'

Rose didn't utter anything. She reached up and pulled him down to her, and the rest of his words were lost against her mouth. He kissed her gently, carefully, but it wasn't gentleness she wanted, not now, not after all this time, and she knotted her fists in his shirt, pulling him harder against her. He groaned softly, low in his throat, and then his arms circled her, gathering her against him, and they rolled over on bed, tangled together, still kissing.

Little shivers of pleasure and panic shot through Rose as he deepened the kiss, parting her lips. Rose stopped thinking. She was in fact sealing the tiny space between them, pressing against him, digging her fingers into his hair. It was soft, silky. Nothing else about him felt that way. She sparked alive, her heart swelled to the point of near bursting. The rush of sensations crawling across her body was maddening. Scary. Thrilling.

Lowering her hands, she tugged at his shirt, and yanked it up. He broke apart long enough to pull it over his head and toss it aside. Jude's hands slid around her head, pulling her back to his mouth.

His hands were moving down, under her night gown, his fingers skimming over her skin, sending a rush of blood to every part of her body.

And her hands went down. His stomach was hard, dipped and rippled in all the right places. And then her night gown joined his on the floor. Skin against skin. His hummed, brimming full of power. She ran her fingers down his chest, to his pants.

"Rose, there will be no turning back once the deed is done," he whispered huskily to her ears. Rose nodded her head as her tacit agreement.

But as Jude entered her, Rose curled up in pain while her finger nails dugged into Jude's shoulders. Jude soft-lipped kissed her, and at first Rose was nervous, but then he put his hand on the back of her head, and he stroked her hair in a reassuring way only then she was not so nervous anymore and to begin to relax.

Their hips were molded together and they moved against one another.

"Jude..." she moaned his name and Jude's arms tightened around her, crushing her against his chest and his hands slipped between her legs. And she was swimming in raw sensations.

"So beautiful," he murmured against her swollen lips. And then he was kissing her again. The deep kind of kisses that left little room for thought. There was only feeling and wanting. That was all.

Rose wrapped her legs around his hips, pulling him closer, telling him what she wanted with her soft moans.

Their kisses slowed, becoming tender and infinitely more. It was as if they were getting to know each other on an intimate level. Rose was breathless and dazed, unprepared for all of this, but her body ached for more than just kisses and touching—for more of him. And she knew he did, too. His powerful body shook like hers. It was easy to get lost in him, lost in this connection between the two of them. The world—the universe—ceased to exist.