When the convulsing subsides, I blink my eyes open and find him staring down at me.
“Hi,” I say simply.
“Hi,” he replies before leaning down and kissing my lips softly, then pushing my wet hair from my sweaty forehead.
“My mouth is so dry,” I giggle. “I’m sorry. I think it was all the heavy breathing.”
“I’ll go down to the front desk and get us a couple of waters.”
“Are you sure?”
“Absolutely. Finish your bath. I’ll be right back.”
He kisses my forehead then stands, giving me a full view of exactly what touching me did to him. I can see his cock pressed hard against his thigh in his slacks.
“You’re going to be the death of me,” he jokes, adjusting himself a bit before heading back out into the main room and out the door.
I take the moment of privacy to relish in what just happened, and I cover my face and laugh. It’s the happiest, most genuine laugh I’ve had in a long time. And in the spirit of Julia Roberts in Pretty Woman, I say, to no one in particular, “Holy shit” and slide down under the bubbles and water.
Chapter 14
Isaac
It took massive amounts of supreme effort to keep myself from fucking her right there in the bathtub. The only thing I wanted to do was climb in there with her, clothes and all, and finally give in to what we are both craving.
But there was something so incredible about taking care of her like that. I wanted to have a front-row seat when I made her come for the very first time. I didn’t want to be worried about anything else except making sure she felt good, and fucking hell, it was worth it.
It took a lap around the property and downing a half of a bottle of water before I finally felt like I could go back to the room without ravaging her as soon as I walked in the door.
Seeing her body without a scrap of clothing covering her was something I didn’t expect to affect me the way that it did, considering I’ve seen many naked bodies in my time, but Sawyer’s is... wow. She has curves in all the right places and she’s dotted here and there with freckles I want to take the time to trace with my tongue one day.
I pause outside our room door, with our bottles of water in hand, and rest my forehead on the cold wood.
I’m not sure what I’m going to see when I open that door.
Will she regret what happened and want to leave? Will she be angry we took it that far? Or will she be waiting for me so we can pick up where we left off? Or the worst of all… what if she decided it was too much and she had to leave?
That’s not what I find though, when I finally step inside.
Instead, I find the lights off, and the television on to some trashy reality show, and Sawyer, curled in a fluffy bathrobe on top of the covers, snoring softly. I shake my head and chuckle under my breath before placing a water on the nightstand beside her, and carefully extract the covers from under her body and pull them up and over her. She moves for a moment, grumbling something in her sleepy state, but when I settle her back on her pillow, she sinks in and once again begins to snore.
I take a shower shortly after making sure she’s settled. With both hands on the wall, I let the hot water wash over my neck while thoughts swirl through my head like the steam all around me. I’ve never had this... feeling... before. It’s a longing deep in my chest that makes my heart ache when she’s not around and makes it sing when she is.
I feel like I’m crazy. I haven’t known her very long, but I can’t stay away anymore. I don’t want to even try. There is no point. I’m a lost cause when it comes to this woman.
Freshly showered with still jumbled thoughts, I climb into bed beside her and pull her closer, resting my chin on her head.
She doesn’t move at first then she gives me the smallest smile and nuzzles closer into my chest.
“I think I’m falling for you, Sawyer,” I whisper. I’m sure she didn’t even hear me because she is out cold, but I need to say the words. My body needs to put them into the air because I need her to know, even if only subconsciously, how I feel.
Chapter 15
Isaac
“Are you nervous?” I ask Christopher, as his father helps him with his tie. It’s not that he doesn’t know how to do it, it’s just his old man really wants to help in any way possible.
“For the ceremony, yes. Nervous to marry Danielle? Not even a little.”
“Good, because I think she’d have your balls if you tried to back out now.”
“On that, you’d be right.”
“They are already in her purse. What’s the difference?” Finn chimes in.
“Man, fuck off with all that shit.” Christopher waves him off when we all laugh.
I’m trying to be present. My friend deserves that on his wedding day, but I can’t help that part of my mind is on a certain brunette beauty I haven’t seen all day long.
Groomsmen duties pulled me away early and I likely won’t see her until I’m walking down the aisle for the ceremony. I left her still sleeping, with a note letting her know where I was, but I haven’t heard from her yet today.
I’m pouring a glass of Jack Daniel’s for Christopher’s father when my phone vibrates against my chest.
When I pull it free from the inner pocket of my suit coat, I see her name on the screen, indicating a text.
Sawyer: How’s it going down there?
Me: Drinks are flowing, ties are being
