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When he said he wanted to take his time exploring me, he clearly didn’t only mean my pussy. Once we’ve got all the space on our giant bed and we’re both completely naked, he kisses every inch of my skin and nuzzles my breasts, earlobes, and throat.
Our moans and gasps mingle in the air, and when he finally moves in beside me, I wrap my hand around his cock and swipe my thumb over the tip. It comes away wet, and after everything he’s done to me, it’s probably strange that that’s what makes me lose my resolve. Well, it’s that and the way he groans when I tug lightly at the piercing.
“Pineapple,” I whisper between fervent, passionate kisses, and he crawls between my legs immediately, hovering above me as his head nudges at my entrance.
“Now?” he asks quietly, and I nod, desperation clawing at my insides like an angry beast.
There are beads of sweat on his forehead, and his muscles are so tight that I think it’s safe to say he feels the same. As he thrusts into me, he cries out, and I know I was right. Teasing each other was fun, but we took it far enough.
“Thank God.” He moans as he withdraws and thrusts back in again fast as though he can’t stand not to be inside me for longer than a fraction of a second. “That was sweet fucking torture, but if you hadn’t tapped out, I would’ve. You ready?”
“I’m ready,” I murmur, and although it’s the completely wrong moment, I suddenly know that I mean it in more ways than one.
I really am ready. For all of it, but I’ll tell him that later. Before he thinks I’m only agreeing because I’m drunk on lust. I am, but I’m also intoxicated byhim. I want this for us. I want to wake up next to him and argue with him about what’s for dinner. It might be crazy and it might be fast, but I’m not scared anymore.
Vincent isn’t who he used to be. I can count on him. Rely on him. And as long as that holds true, we can figure out the rest later.
33
VINCENT
“Olivia’s moving in with me,” I tell Maxim in the gym a few days later. “When we get home, I mean. I asked her that first night in Bangkok, and she said yes the next morning.”
He grins. “I thought that might’ve been what you wanted to ask her. I’m happy for you, man. I’m also fucking proud of you. We’ve been in Asia for a week, and the only time you’ve gone out, Olivia went with you and you were both in bed at a reasonable hour. That’s a huge step forward for you.”
I shrug. “Not with her. She’s made sure to be there and to get me back to the hotel at a sensible hour since London.”
“Yeah, but now you know what’s going on, and you still chose to come back with her. You’ve also chosen not to spend every night drinking and doing God knows what else, so I’m still proud of you.”
“Thanks. I think.” I tap the button to increase the speed on my treadmill. “It’s weird. I never used to be able to wait to leave the hotel, but it’s different now.”
He nods. “I know what you mean. It was the same way for me after Emma and I got together. That’s why I didn’t want to go out when the tour started even if she wasn’t here. Sure, I was super busy, but it wasn’t just that. I just… didn’t feel that need driving me anymore.”
As I start jogging, I glance at him. “Like the itch inside is gone?”
“Yeah, something like that. I don’t think it was ever as bad for me as it was for you, but sure. If you want to put it like that.”
“That’s what it was for me,” I admit. “An intense itch to be anywhere but alone in my room, knowing I wasn’t doing anything worthwhile with my own life and having no idea what I was going to do once the tour was over.”
He increases his own pace, staring off into the middle distance for a beat before he hums his agreement. “Why didn’t you talk to me about it?”
“I don’t know. Guess I just didn’t know how to.” It’s weird to think now that it wasn’t even so long ago, but it feels like it’s been years. “Anyway, you said you wanted to talk about the wedding while we worked out?”
“The venue Emma wanted finally got in touch. They’re available for our date, and that means we’re a definite go now.”
My eyes widen. “Seriously? You found a place you wanted that’s available on such short notice? It’s only a few months away.”
“Yeah, but it wasn’t availability so much as whether they’d be able to make it happen.” He chuckles. “Trust my bride to want to get married at a fucking bookstore.”
“A bookstore?” I almost fall off the treadmill, only just managing to catch myself after I stumble. “What the fuck, man?”
“It’s a place in the suburbs that’s got a big garden out back. They’ve branded themselves more as a reading salon with a coffee shop in the garden, comfortable nooks to read books you borrow from their library or buy from their store, and designated relaxing areas for book clubs to meet. It’s a really cool place, but obviously, they’re not a traditional wedding venue.”
I whistle between my teeth. “I’m not surprised Emma chose a place like that, but are you sure? Traditional venues have enough space, and they’re more equipped to deal with all the vendors and shit. The events I’ve been involved with at places that aren’t traditional event spaces have always been way more effort.”
“I’m sure.” He picks up his pace a bit more, adjusting to it before he looks back at me. “Emma and I have both been there, and we love it. They were also one of the first stores to contact her about doing a series of readings there and are going to be stocking her books, so she’s going to be there often anyway. As for the vendors, I wanted to talk to you about a DJ and photographer.”
“I can take care of those,” I say easily. “Tell me when you’re both available, and I’ll come to your room with some options. What about food?”
