“Did that please you?” she said.
Forrester laughed, then he picked her up, put her over his shoulder, carried her across the room and threw her down on the bed. He was on top of her in an instant, kissing her neck, licking her breasts, sucking her nipples. He seemed out of control. Before she knew it, his mouth was on her *, sucking her clit, ravishing her lips, reaching his tongue inside her.
“Forrester,” she moaned.
He sucked and licked for minute after minute until on orgasm rushed through her body like a wave crashing over a beach. She clenched his head between her legs and pressed so tightly there was no way he’d be able to breathe. She couldn’t help it. It felt so good. It felt so good to have his mouth eating her. It felt so good to know he loved her. It felt so good to know that she might already be carrying his child.
She lay on the bed panting when it was all over. Forrester kissed her lips, not in the least concerned that they might taste each other. In fact, judging from his kiss, he wanted her to taste herself on his lips.
Then he finished making the coffee and brought it over to the bed.
“Thanks,” Elle said, and laughed.
“Thank you,” Forrester said. “The pleasure is all mine.”
They sipped their coffee together and Elle kept an eye on the time. She showered in the hotel’s magnificent bathroom and when she got out, Forrester was holding her uniform. It had been washed, dried and freshly pressed.
“How did you manage this?” Elle said, putting on her clean clothes.
“I left them outside the door last night for the maid.”
“That was thoughtful.”
Forrester laughed. “After what you’ve promised to give me, Elle, it’s the least I could do.”
They kissed passionately before she left. She wished she could have stayed longer and enjoyed breakfast, and perhaps more love-making, in the room, but she knew Kelly and Grace would be counting on her.
“I’ll come by and see you in a little bit,” Forrester said. “I have some paperwork to sign with the lawyer and then I’ll come straight to the diner.”
“Okay, lover,” Elle said, and the words felt so good on her lips that she literally giggled to herself in the elevator.
Chapter 26
Forrester
FORRESTER COULDN’T BELIEVE WHAT WAS happening. He’d come back to Stone Peak to bury his father, and yet he was starting to feel as if the old man had never existed at all. It was as if his father’s death had lifted a cloud that had been hanging over him his entire life.
He felt happiness he’d never even known was possible. He was so happy he actually sang in the shower. He wasn’t even sure what the name of the song was, just something from the radio that had gotten into his head.
He’d asked Elle to have a baby with him.
He just couldn’t believe it. Where had that come from? Had he even been aware that he was ready to start a family? He had no idea. All he knew was that he was happy, and in love, and wanted nothing more than to see Elle’s beautiful face, first thing every morning when he woke up.
He put on his last clean shirt and underwear and left a note for the concierge to send him up some new clothes. He hadn’t been expecting to stay this long when he’d initially packed. Now he had no intention of leaving, at least not until he figured out a way for him and Elle to be together. He left two hundred dollars for the concierge as a thank you for getting the restraints for him. They’d worked perfectly. In fact, he made a little promise to himself that if Elle got pregnant because of last night, he’d come back and sign a check for a thousand dollars for the concierge.
When he put on his jacket, he felt the crumpled up envelope of his father’s letter in his pocket. He was about to take it out of his pocket and throw it in the trash, when something stopped him. Maybe it was that he still thought he might read it, maybe it was that he didn’t want to throw it into the trash in his room where he still might see it, but he felt it there, and he left it.
Forrester knew as well as anyone that sometimes it’s the smallest of decisions that can have the greatest effect on your life, but he never would have guessed how momentous of a decision this was. If he’d simply thrown the letter in the trash, the maid would have come within an hour to take it away, put it in with the rest of the hotel’s trash, and it would have been in a dumpster by lunch time. Forrester never would have read it. But he left it in his pocket, a little memento of his past as he began to make a new future for himself, and it ended up changing everything.
The valet brought his truck around and Forrester drove down the street to Chapman’s law office. He greeted the secretary who told him Chapman was waiting.
“Good morning, son,” Chapman said.
“Good morning, sir,” Forrester said.