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Chapter14
Charlotte
“There they are!” My mother squeals as soon as we exit the van from the airport. She and my dad are standing right in front of the entrance to the hotel, along with Damien’s parents, a few of their other friends from back home, and my Aunt Gigi, who I am so freaking happy to see it almost brings tears to my eyes.
“Mom.” I watch as she runs toward me, her dark hair bouncing with each of her strides.
She pulls me into a hug. “God, I’ve missed you, honey,” she says as she squeezes me, and then rears back before studying my face. “You’ve started using night cream, right?”
My stomach drops once those words leave her lips. Jesus, I’ve been in front of her for less than sixty seconds and she’s already starting.
Before I can say anything in response though, my mother continues. “Looks like Damien has been taking good care of my girl, though,” she says, releasing me and then pulling Damien in for a hug.
“I’m trying. She can be a little difficult though, as I’m sure you know.” He winks over at me as my jaw drops open.
“Oh, I’m aware. How was your flight?” my mother asks.
“Not too bad. A little turbulence, but nothing unbearable.” Damien pulls me into him just as his dad and mom walk up to us. “Dad.”
“Son. Good to see you.” He reaches out to shake his father’s hand, dropping it after only a few seconds.
“It’s been a while, hasn’t it?”
“Well, when you move clear across the country, that’s what happens,” his father chides as I turn to catch Damien’s expression on his face.
The carefree and playful man that kept me company on our flight has grown cold and standoffish in an instant. But then he forces out a smile and turns to his mother. “Hi, Mom.”
“Oh, honey. I’ve missed you.” They share a hug in which he holds her for far longer than he shook his father’s hand, and my heart melts a little at the sight. Over the past month he’s told me about how close he and his mom are, and I’m not going to lie, it’s made me fall for him even more.
Damien releases her and then reaches for me again. “I know we have a lot of catching up to do, but we’d really like to get checked into our room first.”
My mother takes a step back. “Oh yes, of course. We have reservations at six for dinner at the Beachside Grill for everyone. You two have to come.”
“We’ll be there.” With my hand in his, we bid our parents farewell for the time being and then head for the receptionist counter to check in.
“Thank you for cutting that short,” I tell him as he hands the employee his credit card for incidentals.
“I figured we have plenty of time for our parents to pry later, but right now, all I can think about is getting you naked and finishing what we started on the plane,” he says, smirking over at me.
“Did you think you’d be getting lucky this entire trip just because we’re staying in the same room?” I tease him, a coy smile on my lips.
“Oh, sweet pea, you’re the one who’s getting lucky because you get to stay with me.”
My body ignites with need as I wait for the receptionist to check us in. And once the keys are in our hands, Damien pulls me behind him with our suitcases in tow to our room.
Each couple has their own suite with an ocean view. Palm trees dot the shore, providing pops of green against the turquoise water, all visible through the sliding glass doors that open to our own private patio. Our room is on the first floor, so we also have a small gate that leads directly to the sand, giving us beach access at our feet.
“The view is incredible,” I say as we walk into the room decorated in dark greens and white fabric, and I deposit my suitcase in the corner before walking toward the windows.
“Yeah, it is.” Damien comes up behind me, pressing up against my back as he wraps his hands around my waist and drops a kiss to the base of my neck, moving around to my collarbone and nipping lightly with his lips.
“Damien,” I moan as I reach behind me and grip his head as he continues to kiss my skin.
“I need you, Charlotte. I’ve missed this body. I want to feel you wrapped around me.”
Spinning in his arms, I find his lips and capture them with mine, weaving my hands around his neck and dragging my nails through the short hair on the back of his head. I’ve missed him too. This week has been long. As much as I’ve been dreading many elements of this trip, the one thing I was looking forward to is being alone with him again after several days apart and almost a week without sex.
Damien reaches down and lifts my shirt from my body, unclasping my bra next as we continue to kiss and reconnect physically. And something hits me almost instantly—this feels different. I don’t feel the desperation and raw need coming off him. I feel tenderness and reverence instead.
“I missed you,” he mumbles against my lips.
“I missed you too.”
“Come here.” He leads me to the bed, where I lay down and he strips my leggings and underwear from my body, leaving me naked on the bed to watch him undress above me.
When he bares his torso to me, I hum in approval at the sight of his cut physique, his trim waist, and then his hard cock that he reveals as soon as he pushes his shorts down. A possessive gleam transforms in his eyes as he stares down at me on the bed, stroking himself as he does.
And then he leans over me, reconnecting our lips as his hand drifts between my legs and tests my wetness.
“I love that you’re ready for me already, Charlotte.”
“I’ve been thinking about this on the plane for the past five hours.”
He chuckles. “Me too, babe.” Sliding one finger inside of me, I gasp at the intrusion and then drown in the feeling of his touch as he warms me up even further.
“Damien, please.”
“Please what?” he asks, peering down at me, locking his gaze with mine as our eyes stay focused on each other while he touches me.
“I need your cock.”
“Fuck, I love when you talk like that.” He presses a chaste kiss to my lips and then pushes up from the bed, going to his suitcase to locate a condom, tearing it open, and putting it on before resuming his position on top of me.
And then he kisses me tenderly as he enters me, forcing my body to melt into the bed and him as we lose ourselves in each other, coming apart at the same time twenty minutes later.
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