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My heart swelled. “Everything with you is memorable.”
His gaze went soft. He kissed me tenderly. “Get ready.”
I kissed him again. “Okay.”
A stylist arrived and was shown in the room. She fixed my hair in a messy chignon and added sparkly eyeshadow and gloss to my lips. We both walked out together and into a crowd of people who immediately broke into loud applause. Paul kept my hand as he greeted hundreds of guests, introducing me to everyone. He’d done the same in Paris, but this time, they repeated my name as if they wanted to remember it. I was more than just one of his passing lovers, I was someone he was willing to keep in his life. And that made me nervous, excited. Happy.
“Give us a preview of your show,” so many asked, but we all knew Paul would play for the crowd tonight.
He sat down at the piano, and Aurora came to stand by me as he began to play.
She clasped her hands. “It’sHandel, Ombra Mai FufromXerxes. It’s a song of love and innocence. ‘Beneath these leafy trees, sweet peace receives me.’ I think he is serenading you, and your lovemaking. You have become his new muse.”
I could only watch Paul play with his flawless execution and stylish flare. Aurora’s words filled my heart with excitement and pure joy.“You have become his new muse.” My new hope perhaps?
At the end, Paul stood to rousing applause and held out his hand. And I knew it was for me. He took me in his arms, and we slow danced as a fireworks display filled the sky above us. I gazed into his sea blue eyes that were affectionately fixed on me. And at that moment, I believed we were in love, even if he hadn’t admitted it.
Paul lifted my hand and placed it above my head and onto the headboard. “Hold on.” He moved fully on top of me, pinning me against the soft bedding, and moaned deeply into my ear. “My Nadia.”
My legs were already open, so he sank inside in one hot, deep drive. I cried out and clenched around him, and tightened my grip on the headboard as he rolled his hips. His kisses were hot on my neck as he growled. “I can’t get enough of you.” He couldn’t. We’d had sex before we went to bed a few hours before. But I was just as wanting. We rocked sensually, bound together, pleasure filling me with each thrust.
“I need you,” I whispered.
“You got me, baby. Fuck.”
Neither of us dared to separate, and as we moved fast toward oblivion, my neck arched back. He covered his mouth with mine, swallowing my scream as I came. His muscles tightened and rippled above me in a hard shudder as he followed me, gripping me tightly as he pumped through the tight pull of my inner walls, milking him. My fingers ached as I let go of the headboard and held on to Paul, keeping him in as long as possible. He rolled and lifted me on top and I snuggled into him.
“Good morning, Nadia.”
“Or middle of the night,” I mused. “Shall we try to sleep again, Mr. Crane?”
“No. I have a better idea.” Paul suddenly sat us up with renewed energy. “You have to experience the sunrise in Saint Peter’s Basilica.”
“Now?” I croaked.
Paul pressed a kiss to my lips, and we climbed off the bed. He was already moving to the closet and held up one of my sundresses and I laughed. His eagerness was irresistible and had me just as excited as I quickly showered and rushed off to Vatican City with him before dawn.
Unlike New York City, Rome slept at night. Yet, even in its quietest, the city sparkled with light, so none of its beauty could be missed.
Laurence took a route from the villa that passed the ruins of the Colosseum and the Pantheon. I pointed through the open window before returning to Paul’s arms, where I soaked in his excitement at sharing an experience that was special to him.
We left the car, and I turned around in the circle, took a deep breath absorbing the experience, and allowed myself to feel the impact of all the beauty before me. Everything was spellbinding. Marble and stone were so abundant in Roman architecture, and everything was more extravagant, and historic. The impact of being a part of it all weighed on my spirit. I, too, was added to the millennia of visitors to the Eternal City. I was a part of history.
“Nadia,” Paul called to me, and I turned. He had a beauty and body that would inspire archaic artists. I let myself drift into a fantasy of Paul walking up the cobblestone pavements.Naked.He’s a gladiator that passionately ravages me in middle of the square after he slays an evil overlord. He’s powerful, dangerous and we’re oh so willing.
“What are you thinking about?” From the amusement in Paul’s tone, he knew.
I touched my warm cheeks, and he took me in his arms and kissed my neck and cheek.
“That’s another thing I love about traveling. You feel turned on all the time. But you must cool off. We’re entering a religious city.”
Paul took my hand and led us across Saint Peter’s square row of lit columns toward the majestic central dome. We were met by security and a guide, who greeted Paul like he was expecting him. We were then escorted inside the vestibule of stucco fresco paintings—one remarkably created by Michelangelo, a master of art and his craft. But even Michelangelo wasn’t the lone star in mastery. I was drawn down the aisle to Bernini’sBaldacchinocanopy of twisted bronze and gold. Behind it stood the golden altar and grandiose marble dome that was ornamented with mosaics and stucco. Seeing all this alone was enough reason to rise early, but then Paul squeezed my hand and whispered, “Watch the light.”
As if on cue, rays of sunlight poured down, as if dawn was the divine giving the gift of life. I exclaimed in absolute awe. Even though I wasn’t religious, warmth and hope filled my spirit.
I turned my head toward Paul and our gazes melded together in a bond.
Paul lifted my arm and pressed a chaste kiss to my wrist and my heart skipped a beat.
