The Possessive Groom (Groom 2)

Lightning flashes, and I watch as he moves to sit on the side of the bed. The only sound in the room is coming from the storm that’s still raging outside. What now? I try to not let doubt creep into my mind as he shifts up the bed toward me.

“Stay here,” he orders me, and I can practically hear his smile. “Princess.” That one word washes the doubt away as he gets up.

I sit up against the headboard, pulling the sheet over myself. I can hear him moving around in the bathroom, and at one point I also think I hear him using the hotel phone. The water in the bathroom turns on a moment before Gibson comes back out.

“You need a soak,” he says, and without asking, he picks me up and carries me into the bathroom.

He’s got his phone sitting on the counter with the flashlight on and facing up so that part of the room is lit. He helps me down in the tub that’s already half full and then he gets in right behind me. His arms and legs envelop me from behind, and I relax against him. God, it's so nice being taken care of in this way, and I turn my head to rest it on his broad chest.

“They said the power should be back on soon,” he says, and I smile.

“You called down and asked?”

“Of course I did. I don’t want you worrying over it, and you have a tendency to worry.” I nod in agreement.

Normally yes, but I don't have any worries now. Even the fears I had earlier about if he thought I was stupid with how he was making everyone explain things have dissipated. He was only trying to put me at ease and take away my worry.

Then why did he try to leave? There has to be something bigger I’m not understanding, but I don’t want to ruin this moment.

The hot water relaxes my body, and I let my eyes drift closed.

Before I know what’s happening, I jerk awake, thinking it’s only been a moment, but the sun peeks through the curtains and I’m back in my bed. Gibson’s eyes are locked on mine as a smile spreads across his face.

“You’re awake.”

“I don’t remember falling asleep.”

“You needed sleep.” He rolls me onto my back and slips under the covers with me.

“What are you doing?” The question is dumb because I know what he’s doing, and I do not want him to stop.

“We don’t have a ton of time, and I need a taste before we go downstairs. Breakfast is soon.” I turn my head to look at the time but forget everything when his face dips between my legs and his tongue circles my clit. “I don’t want to make this fast, but I know you don’t want to be late.”

I think I’d make an exception this time, but Gibson doesn't disappoint. The man must have paid attention to every sound I made last night because he knows how to work my body better than I do. He latches onto my clit, taking me to a different kind of paradise. Twice.

“You’re spoiling me,” I tease when I’ve finally recovered from the orgasms. “How am I going to wake up when we leave here?”

He starts to respond, but we’re both startled by a gasp.

“Sorry!” Mary shouts quickly as she hurries out of the room and shuts the door behind her. I want to pull the covers over my head and disappear.

I feel the bed shaking, and I look over to see Gibson trying to smother a smile.

Chapter 12

Gibson

The last of the storm finally passed, and it’s been two days of pure paradise. Not only did this time on the island bring forth some great ideas on how the departments can operate more efficiently, but I’ve spent every moment I could with Lindsey, buried inside of her.

I’ve fucked her in every available storage closet in this hotel and even once on a table in the ballroom. I’ve never had this much sex before and never with the same person, and god, this is so different. It’s more than just the act of getting off, there’s a connection that’s bonding us every time we’re together. It’s dirty and hot, but it’s also so much deeper. If I really look closely at what I’m feeling, I’m afraid it will scare her off. How can someone fall in love after only a few days?

The storm gave us an excuse to sneak away and be alone, but as the sun came out, I realized I didn’t want to hide any part of how I feel about Lindsey.

Understandably she didn’t want to flaunt it at a work retreat, and I respected that. But after Mary walked in on us, there really isn’t a way for her to keep it quiet forever. And I’m not about to let her.