“It is.” She looked up at me. “You’re important to me, too, Levi. Thank you so much for doing all this for me.” She set the photo aside and stood up, wrapping her arms around me. “I’m so happy tonight.”
I smiled and hugged her back, wishing more than anything I could make her happy like this all the time. Here, in this beautiful room, only the two of us, it almost felt possible. But it wasn’t real life—it had all been planned and arranged, everything from the distillery tour to the bed and breakfast reservation to childcare. If I asked her right now to run away with me, she’d probably say yes, because she’d think it could be like this all the time. But it couldn’t…I couldn’t. She didn’t know what she was giving up to be with me.
Her hands were sliding up my back, her lips along my throat. “I love you so much,” she whispered.
I slid my fingers into her hair and kissed her ravenously, possessively. She lifted my shirt over my head and unbuttoned my jeans, but I couldn’t bear to take the beautiful lingerie off her yet. When I was completely naked, I caught her behind the knees and shoulders and laid her on the bed, stretching out above her.
It groaned under our weight, and she smiled. “Oh, dear.”
“I don’t care,” I said, kissing my way down her body. “Let’s keep them up all night.”
I’d planned on spanking her, teasing her, tormenting her—making her “pay” for being such a bad girl in the car. But I didn’t feel that way now. I simply wanted to worship her, adore her, devote myself entirely to her pleasure in bed the way I couldn’t in real life. Once we left this place tomorrow, I couldn’t give her all of me.
But tonight I could.
And I didn’t give a fuck about the noise.
She sighed and moaned as I undressed her, then devoured her breasts one at a time. When one hard nipple was under my tongue or between my teeth, the other was between my fingers. She arched and gasped, whimpering as I fucked her with my fingers, and then my tongue, and then used them both on her at the same time, my mouth sucking greedily at her clit as her * tightened and throbbed. And she cried out when I slid my cock inside her, my name on her lips, my hands in her hair, my body rocking into hers with deep, powerful strokes.
But nothing was louder than that fucking bed—it whined and groaned and creaked and squeaked, louder and quicker, perfectly matching the rhythm of my hips as momentum built. It went finally, blissfully silent when we came together, the climax paralyzing every muscle in my body, my awareness centered only on the pulse shared between us.
If we hadn’t been so carried away, we probably would have laughed.
Instead she cried, tears dripping from the corners of her eyes as she clung to me, her hands pulling me in tighter to her, as if she couldn’t get close enough. And I understood her tears, fought hard against my own.
I brushed her temples with my fingertips, kissed them, tasted the salty sweetness of her tears. Resting my forehead on hers, I whispered her name like a prayer, desperately wishing I could have this, have her, every single day of my life.
But something inside me wouldn’t believe it was possible.
We went from the bed—which screamed louder than I did—to a chair by the fireplace to a rug on the floor, and only when the clock said three-thirty did we fall back into bed, happy and exhausted and laughing that we’d probably kept everyone else up too.
“No more bed and breakfasts for us,” Levi said, pulling my back against his chest, his knees tucked into mine.
I giggled. “At least not until we’re old and don’t care about sex anymore.”
“Bite your tongue. I will never be too old to care about sex with you. When I’m ninety, if you’re still around, I’ll be trying to get in your pants.”
“Of course I’ll be around.” I snuggled back against him, trying not to let my feelings get ruffled by the comment. He’s teasing. It was a joke.
“Good.” He kissed my head once more and we fell asleep, our breathing synced like I wished our lives could be.
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We woke up so late we missed breakfast, but I didn’t care. Waking up next to Levi was even more amazing than I thought it would be. He lay on his back with his arms around me, and I cuddled up against his side, one leg thrown over him, one palm on his stomach, my cheek pressed to his chest. I felt warm and peaceful. Happy. Loved.
“Probably better we don’t have to face anyone down there anyway,” he said.
I squeezed my eyes shut. “We wouldn’t even have to introduce ourselves. They all know our names because they heard us shouting them all night long.”
“Totally.” His hands stroked up and down my back. “And they’d be angry because they didn’t get any sleep.”
I burrowed in closer. “Let’s never leave. This is like a dream.”
“I don’t want to go back to real life yet either.”
“Maybe they’d let us stay all day.”
He sighed. “I wish I could.”
“Hey.” I picked up my head and looked at him. “We can have this feeling in real life, you know. There’s nothing magic about this room.”
“No? Felt like it.”