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“But I need to get my hair done,” shrieks Abbie. “Can’t we leave the day after tomorrow?” she asks as everyone breaks into excited chatter.
He shakes his head as he gives me that look. Fuck me, it screams, and god it’s smoking hot.
“Nope, the plane leaves at ten. And I don’t care who’s on it except for my bride,” he replies as his gaze burns a hole in my underwear.
I smile broadly as my cheeks heat. God, he makes me feel like a giddy schoolgirl.
Everyone groans at his soppiness. “Yeah, thanks a lot,” the chorus of sighs sings. “Good to know we are needed,” Adrian groans.
“Now if you don’t mind us being rude, Natasha is tired, I’m sure. We’re going to go to bed.” He stands and puts his hand out for me and I take it as my nerves start to pulse through me.
“Yeah, because you are going to let her get so much sleep.” Cameron smirks and everyone giggles.
Mum blows me a kiss and Bridget smiles through teary eyes as she gives me a little wave.
“See you in the morning.” I smile, slightly embarrassed. Oh jeez, it’s so obvious what we are going upstairs for.
I follow silently as Joshua leads me up the stairs by the hand. My heart has picked up spee
d and I feel nervous. Why do I feel so nervous? As if sensing my inner turmoil Joshua turns and looks at me as we hit the top step.
“You ok, presh?” he whispers.
I nod and smile softly. I’m much more than ok. I’m perfect. I have never been better. He leads me into the bedroom and straight into the bathroom and turns the hot water on in the shower. I stand like a nervous child waiting for my next instruction.
He turns and takes my jaw in his hands and runs his tongue through my lips. “What’s wrong, baby?” he whispers as he pulls back to look at my face.
My eyes well up and I shake my head as I try to stop myself from having a full-on breakdown and sobbing like a baby.
His eyes hold mine as he grabs the bottom of my shirt and lifts it over my head and slides my jeans down. His lips drop to kiss me gently on the neck and my arms go around his neck. He’s being so gentle with me as if I might break and the tenderness between us has never been stronger. His eyes go to the marks on me, the faded bruising on my body from Carl’s beatings, and I look down at them shamefully. Very slowly he places his hand tenderly on my stomach and his eyes meet mine in a silent question. I shake my head as tears fill my eyes. “There’s no baby,” I whisper and he kisses me gently, sensing that I desperately need him to tell me it’s ok.
His eyes meet mine again and he picks up my hand and turns it over and looks at the deep dark purple scar on my wrist.
“I’m so sorry,” he whispers. “I’m so, so sorry that you have had to go through this nightmare.”
I shake my head. “Don’t,” I murmur. “I don’t want you to remind me of what has happened, Joshua.” I brush my lips over his.
“You don’t,” he breathes as his tongue gently swipes through my lips.
I shake my head and bring my hands up to his face. “I want you to make me forget,” I whisper.
He smiles softly.
“It’s just us now,” I whisper.
He smiles into my kiss. “It will always just be us—it has always just been us.” He breathes into my kiss. He grabs the back of his T-shirt at the nape and pulls it over his head, and takes off his shoes and jeans. My eyes drop down the magnificent beast in front of me, my name etched in ink down his side. He is thinner than before but somehow more muscular if possible. There is a distinct V of muscles that runs down his lower abdomen, his six-pack is exposed, as are the wide shoulders and cut arms. I follow his stomach down to his dark pubic hair and then his thick penis that hangs heavily between his legs. I smile as my eyes rise to meet his, and he smirks darkly.
“Yes.” He smirks.
I smile as I shake my head. “You are just so fucking hot,” I whisper. I will never get used to this.
His dark eyes hold mine and he cracks his neck hard… there it is. He rips my underpants down to the floor as he kisses me deeply.
“I need to be fucked hard tonight, Mr Stanton,” I whisper into his kiss. He steps back, his dark eyes hold mine and I feel the burn of his gaze. He needs it hard too—I can feel it. As if taking that as a green light to be himself he rips me into the shower and under the hot water where I find myself up against the back wall. He is on me, and his hands roam up and down my body as if he doesn’t know where to touch me first. Our kiss turns frantic as I grab the back of his head to bring him closer.
“I’ve missed you,” he growls into my neck.
And I throw my head back in ecstasy as I get the visual of what we must look like.
