Page 121 of Don’t Go Breaking My Heart

And just like that, our morning morphed into a testament of our burning passion for each other. She arched beneath me, her soft moan making my head spin. My hands explored the curve of her hips, the line of her spine, as if memorizing every inch of her all over again.

I moved slowly, delighting in the way she squirmed beneath me, her gasps and whimpers echoing in my ears. Her body shivered under each touch, a silent cry for more filling the stillness of the room.

“Merritt.” My voice was raw. I tried to look into her eyes, but they were closed tight, her long eyelashes casting shadows onto her flushed cheeks.

A sigh of contentment slipped through her parted lips as I slid into her. Her body welcomed me home, wrapping around me like a warm embrace.

Her fingers dug into my shoulders, leaving trails of fire where her nails grazed my skin. The friction between our bodies sent tremors of pleasure coursing through my veins. She met each of my thrusts with an eagerness that left me breathless, hungry for more.

“I love you,” I whispered again in her ear.

Her head tilted back, her eyes blinking open to meet mine. “I love you too,” she whispered back, her voice barely audible over the sounds of our bodies moving together in beautiful synchronization.

I found an inexplicable peace that made my heart swell. Her every response, every soft moan that flowed from her lips, drove me closer to the verge of surrendering myself fully to her. I felt her pussy tightening around my cock. It was a warning of her nearing climax. I quickened my pace at her unspoken command, noticing how she responded with sweet little gasps. As she called out my name, a surge of love and satisfaction swept over me. That was it.

Just as I was about to orgasm, my phone buzzed on the nightstand, breaking the spell. I groaned, dropping my head to her shoulder. “You’ve got to be kidding me.”

“Don’t you dare stop!” she cried out.

I couldn’t have stopped if I wanted to. I exploded inside her, jerking and groaning as the orgasm took over me. I collapsed onto the bed, weak and boneless.

She laughed softly, running her fingers through my hair. “Maybe the universe is telling us to take a breather.”

“The universe can mind its own business,” I muttered, pulling back to look at her.

“Who is calling you this early?”

“It’s not early and it wasn’t a phone call. It was my alarm.”

“Do we have to checkout?”

“No, we have an appointment.”

Her brows lifted in surprise. “We do?”

I slid off her and sat up. “Spa day. Massage. Mineral pools. The works.”

Her eyes widened. “You planned all that?”

“Of course I did. You deserve it.”

She threw her arms around me. “You’re pretty good at this whole fake Hallmark holiday thing, you know.”

I grinned. “Yeah, well, don’t get used to it. But you better get your ass up or we’re going to miss our chance.”

We quickly got ready and made our way downstairs.

The spa was part of the same hotel, so we didn’t have far to go. The mineral pools were first. Merritt looked like she’d stepped straight out of a daydream in her simple black bikini. The water lapped gently around her as she leaned against the edge, her head tipped back, her eyes closed. She looked completely at peace, and it hit me all over again just how much I loved her.

“You keep staring like that, and I’m going to think you have a thing for me,” she teased without opening her eyes.

“Maybe I do,” I shot back, my voice low. “Just a little something.”

Her lips curved into a smile, but she didn’t say anything else, just let herself float in the water, soaking up the calm. Watching her like this, I realized there was nothing I wouldn’t do to keep that look on her face.

The warm mineral water seeped into my muscles, relieving a tension I hadn’t realized I’d been carrying. I watched Merritt as the water lapped gently at her sun-kissed skin thanks to her time in Miami. The bath also soothed some of the aches still lingering from the accident. I could get used to this life of luxury. For now. It wasn’t really something I was going to admit to liking. The guys would never let me live it down.

Before long, we were ushered into a secluded room for our couple’s massage. As strong hands worked the knots in my back and shoulders. I could hear the soft sighs of contentment slipping from Merritt’s lips next to me. My eyes drifted close as the masseuse applied pressure on my shoulders. I wasn’t much for the idea of someone else’s hands on me, but I figured if Merritt wanted it, I could survive an hour.