Chapter 17: Chapter 17
Stefan's POV
"I can accompany gran too," she said looking away. I was expecting her to retaliate and I was ready with my answers.
"The ambulance can only accommodate 3 people apart from the patient," I stated matter of factly.
"You can take Martha with you,'' she argued, not giving in at all.
"Nope," I said, "You are coming with me and that's final." She surprisingly quietened after my final statement and I was glad.
Why did she need to fight me? I wanted her to travel with me. I was scared of the feelings that I had started feeling for her. It seemed that I couldn't stay away from her. I wanted to feel her lips on mine all the time. I wanted to hold her to my chest. Although I knew that there was nothing between Rosy and Tristan, his constant flirting with her was pissing me off. I wanted to do that with her but couldn't seem to with so many people around me. I was waiting eagerly to get her all alone to myself. I have plans to make her mine, and I was determined to pursue my plans, come what may.
She watched me nervously from under her long lashes. It stirred me in the wrong way. It made me want to kiss her to submission. But I had to know one thing. I had to know whether I intimidated her. Was she scared of me?
"Are you nervous with me, Rosy?" I whispered softly, moving closer and caressing her soft, creamy cheek with my slightly rougher hand. It sent tingles all over me as well as her. I could see the goosebumps erupt on her skin. She gasped softly at my touch and I felt encouraged to go further.
"N No, of course not," she said nervously. I moved too close to her, into her personal space. I could smell her strawberry and vanilla scent and her sweet breath on my face which was only inches away from hers. I know that I had a strange effect on her and this realization alone was enough to make me feel strangely excited. Although she denied it, I knew that she was remembering our kiss. Maybe she wanted me as much as I wanted her.
I closed the remaining distance, grabbed her by the waist, and pulled her onto my lap. With her straddling me, I smashed my lips to hers in a hungry, passionate kiss and lingering kiss, as if it were our last. I parted her hot mouth with my tongue to make my way into her sweet mouth. If she was stubborn, I was more. I wasn't giving up. My tongue plunged into her sweet mouth and explored her completely, devouring her wildly, playing a duel with her tongue. I was in heaven, intoxicated by her sweetness. I lost it when she moaned and kissed me back, her arms wrapping around my neck. I groaned, pulling her closer to me, to get more of her. I couldn't believe that just a single kiss could make my body burn with an intensity it never had before. Her kisses had so much power that I was mere putty in her hands.
My lips moved from her mouth down to her creamy neck, kissing hungrily all over. She arched her neck exposing the creamy length to my eager mouth. I was too aroused to stop. My other hand went under her flimsy top to feel her breasts. She wasn't wearing anything underneath. The thought alone was enough to harden me to a throbbing intensity. I touched her creamy soft bre*sts and she gasped. My eager hands cupped them and started stroking the already taut, swollen peak with my thumb in a crazy rhythm. She moaned my name, I was too excited and drowned in pleasure. I grasped hold of her hips over her silky pajamas and pulled her flush against me. My hardness poked into her core. A groan of pleasure escaped me.
I pulled her top up in one swift movement over her head and threw it away. She tried to cover herself but I moved her hands away.
"You're exquisitely beautiful, Rosy. Please don't cover yourself for me," I spoke in a raspy voice. I couldn't recognize my own l*st-filled voice. What was she doing to me?
Her creamy, full bre*sts were exposed to my eyes for the first time, ready to be devoured. I immediately latched onto her pebbly peaks and stroked the other one. I devoured both her bre*sts one by one hungrily. She moaned my name arching backward to allow me more of her. We were so lost in each other that we didn't hear the footsteps approaching Rosy's room.
A loud knock on the door startled us out of our exciting make-out session. Rosy hurriedly put on her top and the door opened and Tristan peeped in. At that moment I just regretted not having locked the door.
I could have killed him at this point. Rosy blushed crimson and got down from my lap, covering herself with the duvet. Tristan's eyes widened innocently but I knew him too well. What a good actor he was!
"What with the moaning and groaning guys? A needy person next door is trying to lull himself to sleep. There's only Martha here, who will relieve me?" He said with a smirk, knowing full well what he had interrupted. his smirk widened into a shit-eating grin and I seriously could have murdered him at this point.
"Ewww, Martha? Seriously?" Rosy said and threw a pillow at him. He escaped it with a wink.
"Bro, please don't murder me," he said, eager to make his escape seeing the murderous look in my eyes.
"Just you wait little brother," I growled but he was already gone, the cheeky fellow.
Rosy shyly said, " Goodnight Stefan, " and escaped to the en-suite. I was frustrated beyond words.
"We're not done Rosy, we will continue when he isn't there,'' I promised. "Goodnight," I said and went to teach Tristan a lesson, but the coward had bolted his door, and switched off his light in mock sleep.
I went back to my room, took a cold shower, went to bed, and slept dreaming of Rosy.