I wanted it all. I wanted him. His eyes met mine, asking and yet not asking at the same time.
“Take me, Bastian,” I whispered, urging him with my hips. “I'm yours.”
My name fell from his lips as he buried himself so deeply my breath caught. He claimed me completely. His eyes held me prisoner the same way he held my body prisoner. Fireworks were going off in his eyes. I watched galaxies explode and create in the depths of his eyes.
It was a beautiful eternity before he collapsed, hiding his head in my shoulder. His breath was hot and heavy on my skin and our bodies sticky with sweat, but I didn't want him to move. I never wanted to move from this spot, never wanted to have him leave me.
I was wanted here. Safe. Desired. No one had ever made me feel that way before. Not just the sexual part, which was off any chart I had ever had, but the protected and desired part.
I breathed him in. He smelled so good, I couldn't get enough of him into me.
He rose slightly, a crooked grin spreading across his handsome features. He touched my cheek, and I turned and kissed his palm before cradling my cheek into his fingers.
I had never felt like this before. It was a pleasure so deep that I wasn't sure how either one of us was going to survive without it.
He rolled to his side, tucking me into the nook of his shoulder. His arms encircled me, wrapping me in his warmth and protection. I was safe here. I would always be safe with him.
I closed my eyes, feeling sleep coming to finally claim me from the stresses of the day. Bastian's breaths were a soothing melody that was drawing me into calm serenity. I knew this couldn't last. He was a billionaire and I wasn't part of his world. But, even knowing that, a spot of warmth settled in behind my breastbone and didn't leave even as I drifted off.
Chapter 20
I entered the details for the last painting in the room into my tablet. I needed to turn on a light, but the light from the hallway was just enough for me to finish. The appraisal was going faster than I had anticipated, which was wonderful. It meant I could justify spending time with Bastian without feeling guilty about not working.
This was supposed to be a job. Except it was so much more than that now. This was a vacation, a job, and something else. A romance? A fling? I didn't know what to call what was going on between Bastian and me. I just knew that I was enjoying it.
I still felt a little guilty about my father, but being ahead on my work even helped with that as well. I had continued to receive updates from him, the nurses, and even Jackie. Everyone promised he was doing just fine and that I had nothing to worry about, but I still felt like I had abandoned my father to hook up in the Caribbean. I knew that wasn't true, but it still nagged at me. Working helped that feel better.
The small hairs on the back of my neck tingled, telling me that someone was watching me. Turning slowly, I found Bastian leaning against the door frame. He filled the doorway, both in presence and body. His lean muscles were tight under a dress shirt with a tie and dark slacks that accented the wonderful curve of his ass.
“Are you spying on me?” I asked, grinning playfully.
He stepped forward, walking into the room and making my heart start to speed up. I loved the way he moved. “You get this little line, right here,” he said, gently touching my forehead with one of his fingers. “It's quite charming.”
I couldn't help but blush a little and smile. He stepped closer, putting his hands on my neck, preparing to draw me in for a kiss. His arms flexed, showing me his muscles. I loved those muscles.
“But, I do think I like it better when you smile,” he said softly, soliciting another smile. “Yes, I definitely like it better when you smile. It's close, though.”
“I like it best when you smile,” I replied. I loved the way his hands felt on me. I pressed my palms against his chest, feeling the rock hard pecs underneath.
“Really?” he asked, raising his eyebrows. He smelled so damn good. I didn't know how anyone could smell so wonderful.
“Your whole face lights up,” I whispered. My heart was fluttering. Every nerve in my body screamed for his touch. He leaned forward and pausing just above my lips. I held perfectly still, smiling as he hovered just millimeters from kissing me. “It's absolutely breathtaking.”
It was hard to think of anything but his hands on me. The way his fingers caressed my skin and how he seemed able to elicit pleasure from just looking at me properly. I pressed my hips against his, asking but not taking.
“Though, there's another face that I think you like just as much,” I whispered, watching his lips. They were so perfect. Full, yet masculine.
“And which one is that?” he asked, his perfect mouth curving into a curious smile.
“This one,” I replied, making the most ridiculous “O” face I possibly could before dissolving into a fit of giggles.
“I do not look like that,” he said, his face stern and serious. It made me laugh even harder. He shrugged. “I guess I'll just have to prove it to you”
He released me and undid the top button of his shirt, loosening his tie in the process.
“Right here?” I asked, looking around the room. There was a small lounge chair and a writing table from the 18th century, but most of the room was dedicated to the art on the walls.
“Why not?” he purred, unbuttoning each button one at a time. I gasped a little when he slid the shirt from his shoulders. I loved how broad they were and how strong every inch of him was. The suit was nice, but naked was even better.