Total pages in book: 84
Estimated words: 78011 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 390(@200wpm)___ 312(@250wpm)___ 260(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 78011 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 390(@200wpm)___ 312(@250wpm)___ 260(@300wpm)
“It’s not creepy, and I can’t believe that you went to all this trouble,” I tell him, looking around and seeing that the railings even have lights on them.
“Well, this is one part of the surprise,” he tells me, and then moves, making me get up. He grabs my hand and makes his way up the stairs, but instead of going to his bedroom, he turns to the other side and walks over to the spare bedroom. He looks at me with a smile, and I smile back at him, and then he opens the door and pulls me in, and I gasp out in shock.
“Holy shit,” I say, looking around the room that has been transformed and looks exactly like the room we had on the ship. A tan sofa is against one side of the room with a table of fruit. On the other side of the room has the vanity, and if I think back to the actual room, we had sex against it maybe twice. But what draws me is the bed; it’s exactly the one from the cruise, and there is a towel monkey on the bed.
“I know I promised you a date,” he starts to say, and I look over at him.
I stand here in the middle of his spare bedroom and look around. My hand goes to the tie around my waist. “I think this has to be the most thoughtful thing anyone has ever done.” I slip the long sash out, and it falls to my side. “And I know that you probably had dinner plans or at least wanted to take me out.”
“Actually,” he tells me, “I was going to order in.”
“I like that idea,” I tell him and open the wrap dress, slipping it off my shoulders and letting it pool to the floor around my feet. “I like the idea of us also seeing if this bed is as comfy as the one from the boat.” He looks me up and down, his tongue coming out to wet his lips. “Remember that time we did it so hard that the bed moved, and we fell in the middle?” I see his eye glimmer as he remembers that day.
Chapter Twenty-One
Luca
My eyes never leave hers as she stands there in this makeshift room that is almost identical to the room where I fell for her. Except this time, she’s a woman. A woman who carried my son, a gift so great there is nothing that I can do to pay her back.
When I made this plan last week, I was not expecting to have construction workers in my house for the week, but after seeing the final result, I loved it. Sure, it would have to come down eventually, but for now, it was everything. I walk to her and watch her chest rise and fall as I’m standing in front of her. She is just a fingertip away from me, and I’m suddenly even more nervous than I was on that first date.
I haven’t been with anyone since her. I’ve dated, but after a couple of dates, I knew I didn’t want it to go anywhere, and no one had that crazy pull on me that Eli did. So I gave up and decided that when I met the woman who made the ground move, that would be my cue. I never expected it to be the same woman I compared everyone to. I push her hair over her shoulder and lean in and kiss it. “I’ve dreamed about this for seven years,” I tell her, and now her chest rises and falls faster and in shorter breaths. Softly moving the kiss from her shoulder along the line to her neck, I say, “I would have given anything to go back for just one night.” My tongue trails to her neck also. “To hold you,” I whisper. “To touch you.” She shivers. “To taste you.” It’s the last thing I say before I claim her mouth. Her tongue slides out eagerly. Our tongues slide side by side and then around, and it’s like I’m home.
My hands go to her hips and then slide to her ass. Feeling her bare skin makes my cock even harder. I pull her to me, so she can feel me, and I swallow her moan when she feels me on her stomach. The kiss starts out slow, but it grows frantic as her hands go to my waist and then to the button of my shorts. I let go of her mouth and kiss down to her neck as her fingers unbutton my pants, and the sound of my zipper echoes in the room. My hands cup her tits now as my fingers play with the little bows that hide her nipples. “Untie the bows,” she says at the same time that her palm cups my cock. The only material stopping her from feeling my cock is my boxers, and I suddenly curse myself for even wearing them. My eyes close slowly as she moves her hand up and down. My fingers roll her nipples while she moves her hands up and down, and if I don’t stop her, I’m going to come before she even touches me. I open my eyes and see the two little bows, and I softly pull the string open and it hangs by the side. The little slit opens, and her hard nipple comes out of the bra.