“Yeah, and how is that?” he asks, kissing my neck now, and then trailing his tongue out till he gets to my ear and nips it.
“Nothing says you’re sorry like champagne waterfalls,” I tell him softly, and he groans, taking my mouth with his. His tongue slides into my mouth as my hands go to the buttons on his shirt, unbuttoning them slowly at first and then with need. The kiss deepens, and I slide the shirt off his shoulders, our lips still connected. He walks me backward to the bedroom until the back of my knees hit the bed, and I sit down on the bed. He doesn’t say anything because his eyes say it. The bedroom is exactly like the living room, the yellow glow of the candles filling the huge room, but in here, vases and vases of white roses are everywhere—on the floor, on the table, beside the bed. Every single exposed place has roses on it. “You did all this?”
“I was hoping you would be in bed with me tonight, and I wanted to show you how special today was for me,” he says, his hands cupping my face. “Walking down the carpet with you, I was proud.” His hands go to the zipper on the side of the dress, and he slowly unzips me. After he pushes the one shoulder off me slowly, it falls to my lap, leaving me in my strapless black bra. I reach out and grab his belt buckle now and then his button, and the sound of his zipper fills the room. He pulls me to my feet, then his hands go to my waist, and he pushes the dress to the floor. He sees my very little, barely there panties. Pulling the little strings on the sides, he snaps them off. “Umm, you are going to have to replace those, ya know.” He just smirks at me, knowing that he has me exactly where I want to be. The scraps of my panties fall to the floor on a sigh, and his mouth comes down on mine as he slides his fingers into my slit. Once my wetness coats his fingers, he slides two fingers in me. My hands are hungry to feel him, so I put my hand in his boxers, fisting his cock. My hand mimics his pace. His head goes from right to left, trying to get the kiss deeper and deeper, his hand moving faster and faster in me. His cock gets bigger and bigger in my hand, then he pulls away from me, my hand falling from his cock.
“No,” he says, kicking his pants away. “We come together this time.” He goes to the side table and gets a condom out, and then walks back to me. I grab the condom from his hand.
“You know I’m on the pill,” I tell him, and I know he sees me take it every morning. “I’m assuming you’ve gotten tested lately.”
“Last month,” he says. “I haven’t ever done it without one.” I shake my head, dropping the condom to the floor. “You sure about this?”
I grab his hand and bring him to me, turning and getting on the bed. He crawls in after me; I lie in the middle of the bed. My legs open for him, and he gets between them. As he rubs his cock up and down my slit, I get on my elbows to watch. We don’t say anything when he slowly enters me, but he hisses as he watches his naked cock disappear in me. His hand goes from my hip up my back, moving me to him. He buries his head in my neck, and my hand holds his head, leaving me with just one elbow on the bed. He slowly fucks me, and the only sounds in the room are our soft pants. Neither of us says anything about this exact moment, but it’s not lost on us. He moves his head out of my neck, his eyes watching mine, and when he plants himself fully in me, we both come. His face comes closer to mine as he takes my mouth with his, my elbow finally giving out. I wrap my limp limbs around his, not ready to break this moment, and neither is he.
We may or may not have passed the point of no return tonight, and it’s scary as hell.
Chapter Twenty-Three
Tyler
TYLER BECKETT’S STAR-STUDDED MOVIE PREMIERE. FIND OUT WHO LEFT WITH WHO!
She lies on my chest with her arm thrown across my stomach and her leg over my hips. I watch her sleep, thinking about the past two days. I grab my phone and take a picture of us. I kiss her head for the picture, and you see her naked shoulder. She must feel me awake because I feel her breathing change, so I know she’s woken up. Her eyes blink open, and she looks up at me. “What time is it?” she asks me, and I look at the phone.
“Almost eight,” I tell her. “We have two hours before we have to be downstairs.”
“We missed our workout again,” she says, hugging me tighter instead of getting up. The past two days have been a dream as the two of us experienced Paris together—with my parents, of course.
She refused to leave them out while they were here, and of course, me being me gave us certain perks. Like the Louvre being open to only us on Tuesday. The four of us walking down the halls, checking out all the art with my hand in hers. Being able to kiss her when I wanted without looking over our shoulder was worth everything. We had family dinners together, and by the time I kissed my parents goodbye yesterday afternoon, they had fallen in love with her. We brought them to the private plane, and with her hands around my waist, we watch my parents take off.
“Can you believe that the month is almost over?” she says to me, and my hand now rubs her shoulder. “We have New York and LA left.”
I’m trying not to think about the fact that once we get home, I’m heading to the ranch for a month if not more. “Yeah, it’ll be good to be settled,” I say while she gets off me, grabbing her robe and going into the bathroom. “You want the usual?” I ask her about the room service.
“Yes, please,” she says from the bathroom; the sound of water being turned on means she’s taking a shower. Last night, we went to her room, and she brought her clothes to wear today, and she’ll stop in her room to grab her bag. I order her the usual yogurt with fresh fruit and granola, but I also include some croissants, knowing it’s her favorite. I get up and put on my own robe, going to sit outside on the balcony.
She returns from the shower fifteen minutes later with her hair on top of her head and the robe tied around her waist. “The flight is eight hours.” Sitting on the chair next to me, she waits as the butler comes in and places the food on the table. She picks up her coffee cup. “I’m going to miss this view.” Taking a sip of coffee, she says, “It’s just as pretty during the day as it is at night.”
We finish eating, and I go take my own shower. When I come out, she’s sitting on the bed dressed in tight white capris and a light pink short-sleeved shirt that is short in the front and longer in the back with pink Converse. “I’m going to go down.” She comes over to me and kisses my lips. “See you later.” She kisses me again, grabs her bag, and heads out.
I’m putting on my sweater when I hear a knock on the door. Walking to it, I open it and see Cassie there with her bag. For the past two days, she’s been gone. She took off to visit a couple of friends who live in Cannes. “Hey there.” She comes in the door, closing it behind her. “Who is excited to get back to the good ole U S of A?” She smiles. “Are you packed?”
“Yeah,” I tell her, closing the door and walking back to the room while she sits on the couch. “Did you have a good visit?”
“I so did,” she says while I get my bag and bring it out of the room. “It was good to get away. Listen, I have to say something,” she starts, and I look at her. “I’m sorry about what went down with Jessica and the red carpet.” I don’t say anything. “I took matters into my own hands, and I was wrong to do that. I just thought with your parents here that it would be special for you to walk with them.”