“Hey, I need to check in at my hotel and make a few phone calls. I figure we could swing by there before dinner.”
“Sure,” is all I manage to choke out.
My stomach is flip flopping the whole drive. The valet takes Brian’s keys and I follow him into the lobby. I feel like Julia Roberts in Pretty Woman, walking into this fancy hotel with a handsome, rich man. I know my situation is completely different, but it’s the way I feel. I take a seat by the nearest elevator and steal a moment to send Caroline a text to check on Jace.
She tells me not to worry and to take my time. Brian gives me a toothy grin, and leads me into the elevator. “I can’t believe I am really here with you right now,” he whispers against my neck. Being with him right now feels like we haven’t been apart for five years, it feels so natural.
Walking into his suite is surreal. This room is gorgeous. I don’t know why a person would spend so much for a room for a few hours. “Make yourself comfortable, I will only be a few minutes. Fifteen at the most.”
I walk around the room and take in the décor. It looks like a honeymoon suite. There has to be at least three or more different floral arrangements in here.
He walks into what I assume is the bedroom and closes the door. I take a seat on the sofa and pick nonexistent lint from my dress. I can’t believe I am about to do this. I don’t know how to form the words. I play them over and over again in my head. It is so much easier in theory. I roll the words, “I lied to you,” around on
my tongue. They taste bitter.
There is a knock on the door. Peeking through the peephole, I see it is only a bellhop. I open the door and he reaches me Brian’s suitcase. Awkwardly, I knock on the bedroom door. “It’s open,” he calls from the other side. I open the door to find a shirtless Brian sitting on the bed talking on his cell phone. He holds his hand up signaling that he will be just a minute more. I set his suitcase on top of the dresser and wait.
The past few years have been good to him. His build is more defined than I remember. I know I so shouldn’t be checking him out right now, but I can’t help it, he looks good. Damn good.
Ending his call, he looks me over. “You look like you could use a drink.”
“Brian, that probably isn’t a good idea.” I follow him into the kitchen area and he pours himself a shot. I notice his hands are trembling.
“Are you nervous or something, your hands…they’re shaking,” I observe.
“You, being here in front of me, yeah it has me worried that I am going to say something stupid to fuck this up.”
“I see that you still like to drink.” The words slip from tongue, before I realize how they must sound.
He semi smiles. “Don’t worry, I can handle myself now. I just have an occasional drink.”
I give in and take him up on his offer for a drink.
“Your mom, she had cancer?”
“Yeah, she was terminal but that’s not what killed her. She had a stroke.” Talking about it makes me start to cry again. The waterworks start and I have to grab a tissue.
“Hey, it’s okay. Just relax.” He places his hands on my arms. I can see his heart beating through his chest. Dang, he needs to put a shirt on. Him standing this close to me half naked is not good when my emotions are all out of whack.
“I have been waiting for this moment for so long Aria… to see you again. You don't know how hard I have wished to see you, talk to you, be with you... I wanted to come after you, but life happened.” He takes a step closer. I place my hand on his chest to put distance between us, but he mistakes my gesture for an invitation. Placing his lips to mine, he murmurs, “Better than I remember.”
I know better, but I can’t stop when my body responds to his. I clutch my arms around his neck. His kisses are so gentle, so tentative. He picks me up, pushing my dress up around my waist as my legs hook around him.
So much for talking.
He continues to place his tortuous kisses down my throat, reminding me of simpler times. Back when we were two carefree kids making out in the back of his truck.
Gently, he lays me on the bed. I feel so safe here with him, like nothing bad can touch me. Brian knows me, inside and out. He knows how to pleasure me. He has done it so many times before. Taking his time, he kisses his way up to my center. Hooking a finger around my pink lace panties, he pulls the material to the side. He gives me a knowing smirk. I watch him, placing his lips to my folds, his warm tongue darts out and he licks me one single time.
He removes my panties. “Still taste sweeter than candy.”
“Careful, I might melt on your tongue,” I retort. My mind is telling me I should stop him, but my body is screaming more. I give into temptation and desire takes over. Grabbing the top of his head, I pull on his hair as he presses his mouth to my clit. Watching him is so sexy. His tongue delves inside me. I pull his hair harder and buck my hips in response and pull my dress over my head exposing my dainty peek-a-boo pink lace bra.
“How is it possible that you are better than I remember? My dreams haven’t done you justice. So beautiful.”
“You dream about me?”
“Every night of my life I go to bed thinking of your face, and wake disappointed that you’re not lying in my bed curled up next to me. You have no idea how good this feels to be with you again. I love you Aria. Always have. I’ll love you till the day I die.”