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“Thanks for coming. I think we both needed this.” Five days away, and we were both dying from the separation.
He caressed my face as he stared into my eyes. “I’m proud of you, Cara.”
Frowning, I awkwardly smiled before asking, “For what?”
He thoughtfully gazed at me. “Coming out here, doing what you love, and just being your crazy stubborn self.”
He was being cute, and I just loved all the extra attention he was showering me.
“Acting’s the other love of my life. I have to follow my heart, or I won’t be able to live with myself.”
“I suppose I’m the other love of your life?” His brow rose, teasing me.
“Absolutely.” I beamed before I breathed him in, moaning as warm satisfaction spread through me. His smell never failed to turn me on. It was just so damn sexy. “How long are you here for?” I asked as I dove in for another dose of his scent.Heaven, this was pure unadulterated heaven.
“I gotta jet out after lunch tomorrow. I’d love to stay longer, but my schedule’s pretty tight, too, petal.”
For him to come out here, knowing his schedule was beyond mental, I was grateful. “I know. You have no idea how much this means to me. Thank you, babe.”
“I do what I can when I can,” River stated as he began to stroke my thighs, his mind already drifting towards his carnal intentions.
“You’re the best.”
“And don’t you forget it.”
He let me finish my meal before we drank the rest of the bottle and spent much of our time catching up on what had been going on his end. I was scheduled to work at eight the following morning, and I had to call in to see if I could move it to the afternoon. Most actors had a lot of requests, and this was the first time I had asked for one, so I hoped I hadn’t caused much ruckus. There was no mistaking how much I loved my job, but I needed to be with River.
We had sex once, and then I was too exhausted to even open my eyes. River, on the other hand, carried on as he wished. I fell asleep with him going for round two. I had no idea how long he took, but knowing his stamina, he probably stopped about three or four. Many people would have been bothered by this, but I wasn’t one of them. Why begrudge him of sex when he desperately needed to release stress and tension? Besides, he was my heart. What’s not to love?
We woke up a little after eight in the morning. It took another hour to roll out of bed before we ordered breakfast. Pancakes, hefty strips of bacon, eggs, waffles, a bowl of mixed berries with a side of crème fraîche, fresh pressed orange juice, and a pot of hot brewed French press.
While I waited for him to come out of the bathroom to freshen up, I took it upon myself to pour him a cup of coffee and half a glass of juice. After last night’s activities, I was beyond famished. One could only imagine what his appetite would be. He was so intense last night, placing me at a brink of release, but wouldn’t let me orgasm. So the sex was a little rough while I fought for my own release. And when I got my way … well, I was ready to sleep like a baby.
River strode into the living room, donning his Calvin’s, a look he sported whenever home, but it seemed he didn’t mind doing the same thing at hotels. I watched him with half-hooded lids, getting aroused at the sight of his glorious abs, sculpted to absolute perfection.
“You’re definitely going to make it hard for me to forget you now, that’s for sure,” I purred like a horny kitty as I slowly sipped my coffee while roving over his exquisite body. “I thought for sure I had enough of you, but I guess this won’t be the first time I’ve got it all wrong.” My eyes dropped to his burgeoning bulge, and my sex tingled, imagining him between my thighs again.
“Eyes up here, woman.” He chuckled, directing me to look up to meet his lips. Our lips locked for a minute or so, giving me a phenomenal kiss, until he mustered enough will to pull away, gazing into my haze-filled eyes before whispering, “While you’re out here, I want you to think of something for me.”
That sounded ominous.
“Okay, go on …”
“You …” He trailed off with seriousness before he bore those dark eyes on me, keeping me in place, “moving in with me.”
“Which house are we talking about here?” I licked my lips, undecided about his proposal.
He shrugged kissing my forehead. “Both of them. But since I have this this going on, it’ll be the Beverly Hills pad I’ll be using the most,” he casually stated before strolling towards the opposite side of the table and sitting across from me. His eyes beckoned for mine, but I couldn’t meet his gaze just yet. My mind was a whirl, and I wasn’t sure what to say next.
It was a brave move for him, for us, since we never really got the chance to live on our own before. Regardless, this entailed a major leap for me. Was I ready to take that on when we barely got back together? We weren’t even a few months in, for Pete’s sake. Then again, this gesture proved just how much he believed in us. Maybe, just maybe, if I could meet him halfway, somehow this could work out for the both of us.
“I don’t know … You have no idea how difficult it was for me to get my own place. I saved up every penny I had to get it.” He would never understand where I was coming from. The least I could hope was that he wouldn’t take it to heart if I declined.
“Cara, I know how hard this must be for you, but I just thought it’d be nice to come home to you again.” He pulled out a key, carefully placing in my hand. “Just think about it, okay?” Those dark depths trained on me, scrutinizing each expression I made.
“Will do.” I nodded, not sure what else to say.
His brows furrowed, appearing a little hurt from the stiffness of my reply. “Don’t look like I just gave you a death sentence, petal. It’s not supposed to be like that.”
