AllFreeNovel
Share Us
When I showed Lola the daisy painting that’s now hanging in her living room, she thought it was pretty but was disappointed that the flowers weren’t pink. However, she was beyond excited when I told her I’d paint a giant pink daisy on one of the walls in her room when I got back.
“Of course,” I promise. “I love you, lolabug.”
“I love you too, Marlow.” Lola jumps up from under the covers, wraps her little arms around my neck and presses a kiss to my cheek.
I cling to her tightly, committing this moment to memory. Saying goodbye to her is one of the hardest things I’ve ever had to do, and I’ll be counting down the days until I have her back in my arms.
The drive to the hotel is quiet. Dylan booked a suite, wanting us to have an uninterrupted night together, free from any distractions.
When we finally get to our room, he drops our bags in the entryway and takes hold of my hand. He leads me past a lavish sitting area and through the master bedroom, bypassing the king-sized bed, heading straight for the door leading to the bathroom. Once he turns on the light, he lifts me onto the white marble countertop and leans in to gently kiss the tip of my nose.
“Dylan, what are you doing?”
“You’ve had a stressful day, so we’re going to take a relaxing bath.”
I nod. As long as I get to spend the rest of the night with him, that’s all that matters.
“That’s my girl,” he commends. “Stay right there while I fill up the tub.”
This moment reminds me of when he took care of me when I was sick. His selfless act opened my heart to the possibility that we could be something more. It’s incredible to look back and see how far we’ve come since then.
Dylan might think of me as the color in his life, but he’s the brushstroke and the canvas in mine.
He goes to the freestanding tub and turns on the faucet. As the water rises, he drops in a lavender bath bomb.
When he redirects his attention to me, I crook my finger, motioning for him to come closer. I let out a shuddered exhale as he advances toward me, his determination clear. This is the last night we’ll have together until I get back from Paris, and neither of us are going to take it for granted.
He positions himself between my legs, firmly gripping my hip with one hand, tilting my chin with the other. His chocolate brown eyes mirror the longing in mine, conveying our deep-seated desire.
“I love you, sunshine.” The declaration spills freely from his lips. “You own my heart and soul, and I’ll spend the rest of my life showing you how much you mean to me. No matter the distance between us, you’re mine. Now and forever,” he vows.
This might not be the first time he’s said those three little words, but they hold a new meaning. I’m with a man who loves me unconditionally. A man who is giving me the chance to spread my wings and will be there waiting when I’m ready to fly home to him.
“I love you too, Dylan,” I whisper. “Always.”
“You going to miss my cock, sweetheart?” He leans in to nibble the shell of my ear.
“Yes,” I groan. My panties are wet just thinking about it.
He plants a sensual kiss on my lips before stepping back, and I grumble in protest.
“Don’t worry. I’ll be fucking you until you’re begging me to stop.” He stands up straight, a sly smirk plastered on his face.
I’ll never get enough of this man.
“Let’s get you out of these clothes,” he says.
He lifts my right arm, pulling it through the sleeve of my shirt before repeating the same process with my left. He drags the shirt over my head, tossing it into the corner. His hands are back on me within seconds as he unclasps my bra. I’m sorely disappointed when he doesn’t pay my breasts any attention.
Instead, he gently grabs my wrists, tugging me to a standing position, and effortlessly unbuttons my jeans. He pulls them down and traces his fingers up my thigh until he gets to my panties, dragging them down my legs.
“I’m keeping these,” he states, setting them on the counter.
I can’t stand the clinical way he’s undressing me when what I want is for him to tear my clothes off and fuck me into oblivion. I’ll lose my mind if he doesn’t give me more—and fast.
“Dylan, I need you, please.”
“Be my good girl and take what I give you.”
