Touch of a Rose

Her warmth pt 1

"Mr. Machado!? Mr. Machado!?" As he dropped to the ground I desperately tried to keep us both standing. "Mr. Machado!?" With nowhere else to go, I reached for my room key and half carried, half dragged him into my suite. Reaching the living room, I laid him as best I could on the couch.

"Re...Reb..." Leaning closer I tried to hear what he was mumbling. "Rebeca..." Who's Rebeca? Is she the reason why he's like this? "Rebeca." For some reason, hearing how tenderly he spoke her name made me feel weird. As I stood to leave he grasped my hand. "Don't go...please...Don't go." I sunk back down by his side, I couldn't help but see myself in him. To long for someone so much, only to have them leave you, is truly the worst sort of pain. Stroking his hair, my heart ached for him, even more so than it did for myself.

"Why is love so hard?" as I looked into his face, I knew he was the reflection of my own broken heart. He looked the same way I did when I received that call "Cold and alone".

*Earlier that evening*

Just before leaving out for the luau the phone rang, I had hoped that maybe it was Mr. Machado, that maybe he had been able to finish business early, but the voice that came across the phone was not his, but rather someone I was not expecting.

"Hello, Rose?"

"Eric?" I had felt my heart constrict more with each word he spoke. "I got this number from Mel; I wanted to talk to you. I didn't think you would answer your phone if you saw it was me. I just wanted to be the first to tell you that, I asked Mel to marry me, and she said yes." There was a dense silence as he waited for my response.

"Oh..." my eyes had stung as I fought back the tears.

"I'm just really hoping we can go back to the way we were before…before that happened. Mel has done a lot for me and I’m sure neither of us want her to be sad" again complete silence. "You have always been like a little sister to me and I just don't want things to be different or weird between us. At first I was going to tell Mel what had happened, but I know how close you two are, and I don't want something like that to come between you two."

"I see." my mind had all but stopped as he continued to speak; the rest of the conversation went by as if blurred by my watering vision. Yet before I knew it I had given my congratulations and promised never to speak of that incident again. I had somehow even managed to joke about that and as I hung up the phone all I could feel was emptiness, complete and utter emptiness. That's why I could see it, I could see the cold emptiness of pain in Mr. Machado's face, a pain that even now stabs at my already bleeding heart.

Machado pov

She was there when I opened my eyes, I reached for her sleeping form, expecting her to be a dream, but as the warmth of her cheek spread its way from my fingertips to my hand, I knew she had to be real. It was this very warmth that brought me to her room in the midst of drinking. I had hoped drinking would warm me, but with each glass, I only felt colder, and emptier. It was in that moment that she had crossed my mind; it seems my longing brought me here after all. Removing my jacket I placed it over her shoulders, as I did, a tear escaped from her eyes. Reaching down to wipe them away, she suddenly awoke.

"Mr. Machado?" pulling back and standing up, my jacket slid from her slim shoulders and I was taken aback by just how beautiful she was. Standing next to the balconies window, her slender frame became illuminated by the light shining in from the moons reflection, flickering off of the ocean waves, making her look like a Goddess of the night. Taking in her full form, I noticed how her dress draped down across her shoulders, flowing enticingly well and in sync with her hour glass body. From her feet, up to her supple frame, rounding across her sonsy breast, I couldn't tear my eyes away. I sat there entranced, with great appreciation I took in the curve of her neck, up to the plumpness of her lips, and without a doubt I knew but one thing, I want her. To taste her, touch her, feel her warmth deep within. Standing as if in a trance, I moved closer to her, like prey caught in a predators snare she didn't move. Her dark brown eyes bore into me, even as I tilted her chin up to taste her enticing lips.

Rose pov

I watched in a daze as his lips approached my own, from the hunger in his eyes I could tell he wanted me and me alone. In their reflection was only me and I as the warmth on my lips grew hot,  my body shivered at this one thought. this mesmerizing man, wanted me. His hands ever so slowly moved down across my body, I could feel him probing, waiting for my permission. With the heat from my lips moving down along my neck my reason crumbled when he took me into his mouth across my clothing. I could deny him no more and threw caution to the wind. Our breaths grew heavy as his lips found there way back to my lips for a passionate kiss. His hands moved across my body leaving an immense heat in there wake. I let out a soft moan that shocked and scared me all at once when his hand reached between my trembling legs. I bit down on my lips as he continued to cause my body to feel things I had never felt before. I can forget, with this man, I can move on from the bitterness and finally experience something sweet.

"Don't hold your voice in, let me hear you minha querida." His voice was husky as he spoke. With one hand he untied the knot holding my dress and as it fell he took me into his arms with such tenderness I could no longer hold back the desire to have this man.

"Ah, more please more." Drawing back his hands stopped, as he looked at me I could see my own desire in his gaze. Scooping me up he carried me into the bedroom, not once taking his eyes from mine and as he laid me down, he removed his shirt; pleasingly enough to expose his powerful chest and broad shoulders. His mouth went across my body in such a way that left me hungry for this man and lost in his touch. Taking my hands he gently kissed each finger, and with each kiss he whispered sweet words.

"Minha Rosa...Minha querida...Meu amor..." Stripping away the last of his clothing, his kisses grew more tender and his touch softer.

"Mr. Machado?"

Machado pov

From her actions I had guessed as much, but now I was even more sure, this flower was blooming for the first time. Even as she spoke I could hear the unsurety in her voice.

"My name, say my name." teasingly I nibbled at her ear, her perfume wafted up, intoxicating me far more than any drink ever had. "My name Rose," Whispering into her ear I could feel her body come undone beneath me, hot and bewitching and as she spoke, "Carlito," A slight gasp escaped her lips, as she bloomed in the warmth of my embrace, drowning me in the scent of her perfume.