After I was showered and feeling a little more relaxed, I opened the door to my room wrapped only in a towel.
"Aidan?" Lilli marched into my room.
When she saw me she stopped and her eyes went wide. I stood frozen, thinking she would run out at any minute but she didn’t. Instead, I watched her breathing hitch and her eyes linger over my body. I couldn’t help the smug smile spreading over my face. She was affected. Her eyes met mine and she turned around quickly, blushing.
"Never mind," she mumbled and walked away.
"Lilli, wait," I shouted. "What did you need?" I wanted to keep her in my room with me but she was already in the hallway.
"Nothing, I’ll get it." She started to walk again.
"Lilli –"
"I can’t get the back of my dress to unbutton at certain spots but I’ll take care of it." She tried to leave again but I caught her arm. "It’s okay, I’ll –" She wouldn’t look at me, keeping her eyes averted.
"Just stand still." I ordered and started working on the buttons. Once the buttons were undone, I realized there was a zipper. I started to unzip it, letting my finger graze her skin. She shivered at my touch. I stepped a little closer to her.
"I can get the zipper." She said quickly and turned around, taking a step back. "Thank you, and…um…sorry for barging into your room," she turned back around to walk away.
"Well, technically it’s your room too, now." I chuckled. "And we’re supposed to be sleeping in the same room, according to the conditions."
She froze at her doorway.
"Nice try." She shouted over her shoulder and walked into her room.
Laughing, I went back to my room. My night was filled with images of Lilli’s bare leg and the way her skin felt against mine.
Chapter Two
Honeymoon, the First Night
Lilli
I got to my room and closed the door. Leaning back against the door, I sighed. Sweet baby Jesus, his fingers were like velvet orgasms on my skin.
Shivering at the thought of his fingers on the skin of my back, my mind started to wander to other places his fingers could travel. I shivered once more and shook the thoughts off. They would only get me in trouble.
Slipping out of my dress, my mind wandered to the sight of him in only a towel. My knees got weak thinking of the flushed tone of his damp skin. I climbed into the hot shower and rinsed away the make-up, hair products and the damn body glitter Phoebe insisted on dusting over me. Once clean and relaxed, I brushed my hair and teeth before climbing into bed.
My dreams were vivid and steamy. Visions of Aidan in a towel, his fingers dancing across my upper thighs and sliding down my back. Just when the towel was about to come off there was a loud knock on my door.
"No," I groaned. "Go away!"
His familiar chuckle was muffled by my closed door.
"Come on, we have to get going." My door opened. "You hope you’re decent!"
Lifting my head from my pillow, I looked at him questioningly.
"Isn’t it ‘I hope you’re decent’?"
"Not in my case. I rather hoped you slept nude."
He grinned and dodged the pillow I tossed at him. Without warning, he pulled my blanket away from me.
"Damn it, Iverson, go away!" Half amused, I threw my arm over my head.
The shift of my mattress made me peek to my left. There he was lying next to me. Damn he smelled good.
"Come on, Mrs. Iverson, it’s time to get ready for our honeymoon." He smiled wide.
"Who said I was taking your last name?" I teased.
"You signed the agreement, Mrs. Iverson." He chuckled.
"Shut up," I growled and rolled away from him.
Though we were only joking around, I didn’t need to look at him lying next to me and smelling the way he did. Unexpectedly, he slipped his arm around my waist and pulled me back toward him. My gasp only made him shake silently with laughter.
"Okay, we can always start the honeymoon here." He snuggled against me.
Internally groaning, I battled between knowing better and the heat between my thighs. Getting control of myself, I played it cool, using sarcasm as my cover.
"Fine, since you’re threatening me with that, I’m getting up."
The moment I moved away from him a groan resonated through the room, I couldn’t tell if it was him or me. Not waiting to find out, I headed to my bathroom and started getting ready.
Phoebe and Viola had already sent a majority of the luggage ahead, so I just had to grab my carryon bag.
Once cleaned up, I walked back into my room. He had left. A relieved sigh escaped me, or was it disappointment? I dressed in a pair of jeans, a t-shirt and a sweater, I knew layering was my best bet, leaving January in New York and arriving into tropical heat. After packing a few last things, books, iPod and laptop, I headed downstairs.
The smell of coffee led me to the kitchen where I grabbed a mug and poured. Sitting down at the bar in the kitchen, I sipped on coffee while eating an apple. I sent a couple of text messages to Phoebe, my mom and dad, Celia, Viola and Maggie, thanking them all again for everything and saying goodbye, even though they were, most likely, still sleeping.