Mid Life Love: At Last (Mid Life Love #2)

“You’re leaving?” My throat was dry.

He nodded and kissed my forehead. “Your friends will be waking up soon. I’m sure you’ll want to rehash last night with them. Tell Helen to send me the receipt for the villa and anything she and your friends bought this week. I’ll reimburse whatever she spent.”

“Okay...Can you take a shower with me before you go?”

“Of course.” He smiled and slid his arms beneath me to pick me up. He carried me into the bathroom and quickly removed my slip.

As he placed me inside the shower and turned on the water, I thought about how I was going to seduce him and make him give me some damn sex.

He’d been right hours ago. The last few nights had been horrible. My body craved his body every night; it ached for his touch like it wouldn’t survive without it.

I can’t believe I asked him to be abstinent! What the hell was I thinking?!

He joined me underneath the steamy water and ran his fingers through my damp bangs. “I really love what they did to your hair. Are they doing it for our wedding?”

I nodded. “In exchange for throwing a party on one of your yachts this winter. I already told them they could.”

“What if I say no?”

“I’m a co-owner. It doesn’t matter what you say.”

He smiled and I didn’t bother wasting another second. I pressed my lips against his and kissed him deeply, using my hands to massage his dick.

Before he could tell me to stop, I bent down and took him into my mouth—moving him in and out until he was rock hard.

I looked up at him as I slid my tongue around and he seemed surprised, but he pulled me up and kissed me.

As the water continued to fall over us, he kept his lips attached to mine and wrapped his arms around my waist.

I felt his dick pressing against my stomach and murmured, “Please...” but he continued his deep and passionate kiss. He rolled his tongue around mine and bit my bottom lip whenever I tried to pull away from him.

I was completely breathless when he released me and spun me around to face the wall. He gripped my hips and adjusted my stance—slowly tilting me forward for easy access.

I moaned as he reached around and caressed my br**sts, as he placed a wet kiss against the groove of my back.

“Are you sure you want this?” he whispered.

“Yes...”

He gripped my hips even tighter and pressed his dick against me. Then he slid his hand between my legs and groaned as he touched my swollen clit.

“I want to f**k you so badly, Claire...” he whispered. “You have no idea...Enjoy the rest of your trip.” He suddenly let me go and stepped out of the shower.

I gasped and braced the wall. “What?!”

More frustrated than ever, I turned the water off and wrapped myself in a towel. I walked back into my room and crossed my arms once I saw that he was putting his clothes back on.

“You’re leaving?”

He smirked and zipped up his pants.

“You’re not going to have sex with me?”

“Of course I am.” He walked over and kissed my cheek. “After we’re married.”

I opened my mouth to speak, but he pressed his finger against my lips. “I’ll pick you up from the airstrip the second you get back. I want to take you on a date after you settle back into your job.” He planted a kiss on my forehead. “I love you, Claire.”

I rolled my eyes.

“Say it back.”

“Make me...” I gave him my best seductive look.

He smiled and pulled me close. “Once I commit to doing something—whatever that something may be, I never back down from it. You can keep trying to tempt me—you’re very good by the way, but I made a promise and I never break my promises...Now, say it back.”

“I love you too.”

He kissed me one last time and I watched him leave through my side door. He looked over his shoulder every few seconds and smiled at me, so I waited until he was no longer in my sight.

I immediately rushed over to my suitcase and searched for my vibrator so I could end this frustration myself. I pulled the flap open where I knew I’d placed it, but it wasn’t there. Instead, there was a folded napkin with a note: “No cheating, Future Wife. You’ll get it back AFTER the wedding :-)”

I cursed under my breath and headed for the kitchen, where Bobbie Jo, Kim, and Helen were all staring at me with looks of horror on their faces.

“You brought someone home with you from the club last night? And don’t you dare lie because we all heard voices this morning.” Helen practically lost it. “That’s not like you at all, Claire! What the hell were you thinking?!”

“What? You think I cheated on Jonathan?”

“It doesn’t matter what we think.” Bobbie Jo stood up and paced the floor. “It’s okay. We can definitely fix this...I know we told you to let go, but you weren’t supposed to completely let go...You’re marrying Jonathan-fucking-Statham! You don’t need to experience any other man, ever!”