“Too far?” Lance asks.
“Like three miles from too far,” Rabecca says, sipping her Sprite.
“Where is your wife?” I ask Hugh.
“She was generous enough to let me come here, andshe took homework duty,” he says with a smile.
As we drive to the hotel, I can’t help but notice Mikayla is quiet. Not only is she silent, but I can also see that she’s sitting stiffly, uncomfortable.
“I didn’t want you hearing those stories,” I begin, making an assumption about why she’s quiet.
“What, baby?” she asks, looking at me like I was speaking in a foreign language.
“What’s wrong?” I ask—this time, not assuming.
“You have a good family,” she says softly.
“I’m going out on a limb here and guessing that isn’t why you’re upset.”
“Not upset. Maybe a little jealous,” she says. She blows air out of her mouth, puckers her lips and shrugs her shoulders.
Give it time; they’ll be your family soon, I think, but I’m smart enough not to say that out loud. Way too soon!
I pull up at the hotel. And walk her to our room.
“Go for a swim with me?”
“It’s open?”
“All night.” I smile. But I don’t say I paid the staff to give us private access to the pool, hot tub and sauna.
I suppress the urge to take her, with that tiny bikini covering next to nothing, and instead take her hand as I walk to the pool.
We swim and make out like teenagers in the hot tub. And when I make love to her in the king-size bed in our room, I feel her love.
She can’t say the words yet, and after our day, I don’t blame her. It’s too soon for both of us. But I feel it, nonetheless. And when she drifts off to sleep against my chest, I smile because she will wake up with me beside her.
Tomorrow will be a new day, and it will start the way today should have. With her in my arms.
Chapter Twenty-Six
Mikayla
I wake up to the heat of a warm body wrapped around me. The soft sound of his breath whispers against my ear. I cuddle closer and stifle a giggle when I feel the hard heat of him against my ass.
I turn around, feeling emboldened and happy. My eyes scan his face for any sign that he’s awake and feel certain by the serene, soft look on his face that he’s asleep.
This almost familiar ache grips my chest and a flutter in my belly stops me for amoment. My eyes scan him. I really look at this man who has basically taken my heart, from the moment I saw him. Thoughts of him consumed me.
Dark thick lashes lay like fans against his cheeks. The sharp growth on his jaw gives him a rugged, striking appearance, which this man doesn’t need. He’s fucking hot as it is!
I can’t imagine the mess he’ll see when he opens those cornflower blues and looks at me. I don’t understand how men can wake up looking so perfect! It’s not fair.
But that’s not my problem right now because Caine is asleep, and I’m about to wake him up.
I smile a devilish grin as I slowly crawl under the blanket. He’s lying on his side, so I wiggle down the mattress before caressing his thighs. For a moment, his body stirs, and I hold still as his leg moves, adjusting his position. Now his thigh rests on my shoulder, his dick right at my face.
I can’t see his eyes or his face, so if he’s awake, I have no idea. I’m a little suspicious, but whatever. I grab his dick and begin to lick and rub my lips over his ridge. He’s hard and velvety soft against my mouth, and I love how warm he feels.
