Shaking his head at me, he slams the door as he leaves.
I kiss her soft full lips; I run my hand down her Pretenders t-shirt, then up the front of it. “Alone at last.”
“We’ve been alone all morning silly,” she says, shoving my hand away as I try to slip my fingers into her bra.
“I know, but you’ve been downstairs,” I say as I suck on her bottom lip before moving in for the kill.
“You can visit me any . . .” she stops talking as I slide my nose over to her ear and dip my tongue in it. I know what this does to her.
She moans a soft purr-like sound, and I grin before scooting her off my lap.
“Hey,” she says, trying to crawl back on my lap.
“I want to give you something,” I tell her as I stride out of the room and into our bedroom.
“I thought that’s what you were doing a minute ago,” she laughs. “Should I come in there?”
Now I’m laughing. She really is the funniest person I’ve ever met. “No. Stay there.”
As I come back out into the room, I tell her, “Close your eyes. No peeking.”
She does and I avert the boxes as I make my way back over to her. “Okay, this isn’t my gift to you for Valentine’s Day,” I tell her as I string the six or so strands of her Aunt’s pearls around her neck. “This is just something I wanted to do for you because I know how much they mean to you.” I put the strand around her neck and before I even finish looping the necklace she’s clutching all of them. When she opens her eyes she looks down at the pearls; a treasured part of her past she once referred to as her magical wishing wells. I had them strung back together for her.
She’s a little teary when she asks, “You did this for me?”
“Of course I did. I know how much they mean to you, and I wanted to make you happy.”
She jumps up and kisses me before running down the hallway to the mirror while screaming, “I love you. I love you. I love you.”
Yeah, I’m good.
My heart is beating so loudly I think it’s echoing throughout the extremely noisy restaurant. I hold my breath and bite my lower lip in anticipation. She opens the box and to my great relief, she loves it. Her mouth drops open and tears run down her beautiful face as she fingers the necklace I had made for her. “Pearls and a dahlia? How?”
Putting my finger over my mouth and making a shh . . . sound I say, “It’s a secret.” I stand up, walk behind her chair, and reach around her as I whisper in her ear, “I love you.” Then removing the one of a kind, three strand pearl necklace with a quarter size diamond dahlia connecting the individually strung stands from the box, she drapes it around her neck and I take it, clasping it closed for her.
Swiping her long hair to the side, I lean down and inhale that scent I love so much. It smells like some kind of fruit. Orange or grapefruit, I’m not exactly sure. She bows her head when I do this and I kiss the small freckle on the back of her neck. Then I run my finger up her bare back. She is so fucking sexy. Bending down, I lean into her, dragging my tongue up the nape of her neck to her ear. “You taste as good as you look. I'd much rather be eating you than eating here.” Then I wait for the goosebumps to emerge. Sure enough, there they are.
Grinning, I walk back to my chair. “Are you ready to go?”
She throws her arms around my neck as we wait for the car, and I hold her close and tight. “I love my necklace, and I love you.”
She glides her nose over my jaw like she always does when I hug or kiss her. She likes it when I am clean-shaven, and I love how it turns her on. We break apart and I move toward the car.
I open the door for her as I say, “I love you more.”
Once I get in the car, I start it and pull away.