He paused his movements. “What?”
“You’re the first man I’ve ever had this sort of connection with.” I sat up and looked back at him with a smile. “You’re the first man I’ve ever felt this way for. I never got this far with anyone because… you know. I just couldn’t, so you’re my first.”
Hi
s eyes searched mine before he slowly pushed inside me again. Words failed us as we moved in sync, our hearts pounding out the words we weren’t allowed to utter. We broke in a breathless mess and he pulled me against his chest, his heart hammering against my ear as I ran my nails down his skin.
“How was Ella?”
“I didn’t get to see her, she’s in Washington for the next week.”
“Oh?”
“Yeah,” he whispered. “Would you be terribly pissed off if I slept?”
“No, of course not.”
“I was so busy getting things sorted I didn’t get much done and this drunk crazy lady managed to call me on the one night I managed a few winks.”
“Sorry.”
“I loved watching you dance. It was…” he swallowed, “it was good.”
“Good?”
“For lack of a better word. I’m sleep deprived, remember?”
I kissed his chest and pulled away. “Room’s all yours.”
He pulled me back and kissed me soundly. “Sit tight for a bit, okay?”
“Okay.”
Seconds later his breathing deepened and for a solid day, he slept.
I GREETED MY NEW RENTERS with a smile as they exited the cab both wrinkled and exhausted from a day of travel.
The husband pulled the sleeping little boy from his car seat as he roused wrapping his chubby arms around his father’s neck. “Come on, buddy.”
The baby glanced around, his beautiful green eyes meeting mine before he buried his head into his father’s neck. “Come on, Noble, can you say hi to the lady?”
I waved at him and he giggled as his father extended a hand. “You must be Koti, nice to meet you. I’m Cameron and this is my wife, Abbie.”
Abbie greeted me with a warm smile. “Nice to meet you. Wow, this place is truly beautiful.”
“I’m hoping the surprise was a good one?” I’d been planning the trip with her husband for the past few weeks.
“I still can’t believe he pulled this off,” she said, glancing back at her family with love-soaked eyes. “We, uh, didn’t really get to have a honeymoon. I got sick on our first try.”
“Morning sickness?”
“Yes, it’s the worst. Do you have children?”
“No,” I said, staring at their beautiful little boy who wore a T-shirt that read Woo King.
“No kids yet, someday?”
Someday?