Page 121 of Tell Me Something

“Okay.” I felt the heady combination from the romantic evening and the wine.

He took my hand and led me into his apartment, closing the door behind me. “You’re so fucking beautiful,” he whispered, raking his eyes over me from head to toe.

“You make me feel that way.”

He peeled my dress off slowly with kisses along the way.

Finally, I stood naked in the middle of his living room, trembling with desire. “You’re overdressed,” I admonished.

He grinned. “We’re going to play a game.”

“Just so long as that game includes you touching me soon.” I stepped into him, cupping his arousal through his pants and enjoying the look on his face as I did so.

“Oh, it does. Come on.” He swept me up into his arms and carried me to his bed. After setting me on my feet next to the footboard, he walked into his closet. Reappearing with a silk robe tie, he smiled at me. “We’ll play around-the-world and revisit our trips together. Let’s start with Cancun, the first time, where I believe you were tied up. Considering we’re heading back there in another week for the grand opening of my new hotel, I think it’s only appropriate.”

I nodded, licking my lips. “Do we have to go in order, or could we skip around?”

He crossed over to me as I held out my wrists. “What did you have in mind?” He secured my hands together and then loosened his bow tie.

I was filled with anticipation as he stood just to the side of the bed, kicking off his shoes. “I’d like to do Cancun and then maybe Hong Kong and perhaps finish with Charlotte.”

His eyes flashed with recognition of our venture there, and a shudder ran through him. “Tell me what you said in Vegas that first night. I need to hear it again.”

My breath left me in a whoosh, and I searched his eyes. He was finally ready to hear it again in our final weeks together. “I love you.”

He closed his eyes as if soaking up my words. When he opened them, he crossed over and cupped my face with both hands. “I love you too, Haylee.”

And then, suddenly, he was kneeling in front of me, his breath at my center.

“Jesus, Josh—” I’d hardly had a chance to absorb his words. My mind bounced between relieved that he felt the same way I did to sad that it would just make it harder to leave in a couple of weeks. Part of me wondered if my looming departure made it easier for him to be honest with his feelings. Almost like he had nothing to lose in telling me now. As I felt my orgasm build, all thoughts were replaced with a burning need to just feel him.

“Tell me again, baby,” he implored, lifting me up to sit on the bed.

“I love you, Josh,” I said, hearing him murmur his same response as he devoured me fully. We went on to explore our world travels. It was like playing the Greatest Hits one last time.

CHAPTER TWENTY-ONE

J ust when I wanted time to slow down, it seemed suddenly in a hurry. I couldn’t believe we were back in Cancun on a lazy Saturday afternoon, the place where it all started between us. We’d flown in last night, and today Josh had reserved a private cabana by the pool stocked with water, liquor, and snacks. The grand opening party would be later this evening.

It felt sublime to get these moments with just the two of us. I’d spent a couple of hours in the sun but now enjoyed reading a book while in my bikini and with him rubbing my feet. “This is heaven, but I kind of feel guilty monopolizing you.” I looked up and smiled as he worked up my calf.

“This is heaven for me, too. Since tonight I’ll be ridiculously busy playing host at the party and for the most part kind of ignoring you, I’m enjoying our personal time now.”

“So how private is this cabana?” I raised a brow.

He looked at his watch, and I wondered what he had going on. But his fingertips then danced up my thigh before he rose quickly. “We have time. Let me put the sign on the outside, and it will be very private.”

Swim trunks and bikinis sure made it easy to have a quickie in the cabana, I thought, giggling while he re-tied me from the back about twenty minutes later. But we both froze when we heard voices getting closer.

“Well, he’s my son, and I’m going in,” a woman’s voice said.

“Oh, shit,” Josh exclaimed.

It didn’t register until Colby and an older, attractive woman came through the entrance that Josh had recognized his mother’s voice.

My just-had-sex-hair had to give it away immediately, not to mention the cushions were scattered. Ten minutes sooner and she would have met me for the first time in the doggie style position. Not exactly the impression a girl wanted to go for when meeting her lover’s mother.

“Mom, you’re here early,” Josh recovered, crossing over and giving her a kiss on the cheek.