Page 15 of One Night Forever
"There you are," she purrs, her voice husky from the sun and relaxation. "I was beginning to think you'd gotten lost during your call."
I chuckle, settling down on the sun lounger beside her. "Not a chance. I wouldn't miss this view for the world."
She arches an eyebrow, her smile turning coy. "The ocean is pretty spectacular, isn't it?"
"I wasn't talking about the ocean," I reply, my eyes roaming over her sun-kissed skin.
Arabella laughs, the sound light and carefree. In the past few days, she’s loosened up and is pushing past the barriers she had erected. She sits up, stretching her arms over her head as she releases a yawn.
She reaches for her drink, condensation beading on the glass, and takes a sip before offering it to me. "You look like you could use this more than me," she says, her eyes twinkling. "Let me guess, the call was work and now you’re unable to relax?"
I bring the fruity cocktail to my lips and take a sip. "Yeah, James needed help," I admit. "But it’s done and now we can relax. I’ve extended our stay for an extra few days."
She leans in, her lips brushing my ear. "Oh, I have a few more ideas on how to help you unwind," she whispers, her breath warm against my skin.
"Is that so?" I murmur, setting the drink down on the small table between our loungers. "Care to elaborate?"
Arabella's hand trails down my arm, her touch soft and it’s enough to heat my blood. "Well," she says, her voice low and sultry, "I was thinking we could start with a swim. Then head back to the resort. And after that..." She lets the sentence hang, her eyes meeting mine with a mischievous glint.
I lean in, closing the distance between us. "After that?" I prompt, my voice husky with anticipation.
She smiles, slow and seductive. "After that, I thought we could order room service and spend the rest of the evening in bed. How does that sound?"
"Perfect," I growl, capturing her lips in a kiss. It’s deep, hard, and filled with promise.
When we finally part, both slightly breathless, Arabella stands and holds out her hand. "Come on," she says, nodding towards the crystal-clear water. "Last one in, buys dinner."
I grin, loving how carefree she is right now. This is what I want, her happy and at ease.
Her hand trialsup my chest, her eyes filled with lust as she watches me. “You didn’t just say that,” she breathes.
My fingers clench around the globe of her ass. “I did,” I say, pressing my mouth against hers. “I want you, Bella, and I don’t give a fuck if it’s too soon. You make me happy and that’s all that fucking matters.”
She blinks. “But moving in with you, that’s a huge step, Tanner. We’ve only been together for less than a week. Please,” she breathes. “Just give us time.”
I pull back slightly, searching her eyes. The uncertainty I see there tempers my urgency. "Baby," I say, my voice husky. “I’m forty years old, I know what I want, and that’s not going to change now or in a few months or years. You’re mine and that’s never going to change.”
Arabella's shoulders relax, and she offers me a small smile. "I'd be lying if I said I haven't thought about it too."
I raise a brow, surprised by her words. "Yeah?"
She nods, her fingers tracing patterns on my chest. "Yeah. But I’m scared, this isn’t something I’m used to. I need time, okay? What we have... it's special. I don't want to mess it up."
I lean my forehead against hers, breathing in her scent. “Not going to lie, Bella, I’ll give you time, but it’s not going to be much. Just enough for you to get used to the idea. But to do that, itmeans, you’re staying over at my house when we’re back home. Okay?”
Bella's eyes darken with desire. "Okay," she agrees, I lean down and capture her lips in a searing kiss.
I’ll never have enough of her. She’s everything I have ever wanted in a woman and so fucking much more.
“Ugh,”she groans as she unfastens the seatbelt. “I wish we could have stayed even longer.”
I chuckle as I curl my fingers around hers. “Baby,” I mutter, amusement etched in my words. “We stayed longer than we had originally planned. But I promise we’ll be back. It’s time to get back to the real world.”
She rolls her eyes. “The real world sucks.”
I glance at the door where the pilot is and see that it’s locked up tight. “Speaking of sucking…” I say as I bring her hand down to my pants where my thickening cock is hidden.
Her eyes narrow. “You did not,” she hisses. “We’re on a plane,” she tells me.
