More Than I Wanted(32)

He was trying not to laugh, really he was. He felt badly that he couldn’t stop, nervous laughter was slipping out. “Are you okay?” Before he could stifle it, he burst into a fit of giggles.

“Hey, it hurts!”

“I know, I know, I’m so sorry. I’m not laughing at you, well, not because you’re in pain. It’s just that you literally fell out of the car,” he bent over in a full belly laugh.

I couldn’t help but laugh with him. It became contagious, and it did sound funny. I literally tripped getting out of the car, but it didn’t change the fact that my ankle felt like crap, and I needed to ice it sooner than later.

“Okay, Mr. Suave, think you can help me inside?”

“I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to,” he was regaining his composure. “It just hit me, and I couldn’t help myself. Better be careful in the future, that first step out of the car is a rough one,” and he was back into fits of giggles again.

“It’s fine,” I sighed, “story of my life. I always end up doing weird stuff like this.” I said.

Helping me into the building, he set me up on a bench as he checked us in. The owner was wonderful and had a bucket of ice and a bag to us as soon as we got to our room. I settled into the arm chair in the corner of the room. Austin folded up a couple of towels raising my foot on the ottoman, and we put an ice bag on the offending area.

“I’m quite the sexy vision, eh?” I winked at my suitor. “Not quite what we had on the agenda. I’m sorry; I tend to be an accident waiting to happen.”

“There’s nothing to apologize for. Besides, when you’re finished icing your ankle I’m going to get you horizontal, and you won’t have to put any pressure on it,” he smiled.

“Oh are you now?”

“I am, and I’m going to get you naked and run my hands all over your body, kissing every inch of you.”

“Ooh, I’d like that,” I cooed.

“I’ll bet you would, my little minx.”

“Your little minx,” I started laughing. “Is that your attempt at talking dirty, because you’ll have to do better than that if you want me to take my clothes off,” I teased.

“Mmhmm, I can do better,” he was grinning like a schoolboy. “You just rest up there, cupcake. You’ll need your strength.”

I smiled at Austin. I’m a lucky girl. I love that man.

“I think my biggest issue is shoes. I don’t think I’ll be able to get my foot back into my boots to go out for dinner,” I sighed.

“We’ll get take-out,” he smiled, “and we can eat in. Besides - horizontal, kissing, remember what I mentioned earlier, you won’t need your boots for that.”

The ice seemed to help, but I was still sore for a little while. He was right though, I wouldn’t be standing a lot that weekend. We ended up in bed quite a bit. It was hard to leave the comfort of the cozy room, snuggling under the covers. Between whispers and caresses, our time was well spent.

Austin’s soft hands traveled the full length of my body, gently massaging, stroking, and exploring. He’d stop to draw lazy circles, or lean in and kiss me in places like behind my knees, under the curve of my bottom, at the nape of my neck. I was putty in his hands as he teased me with delicate butterfly kisses all over.

We took turns arousing the other, and then came together as one, tangled in the sheets. Sitting on him, leaning in, my breasts swaying with each movement, I watched as Austin reached his peak. Collapsing into a heap beside him, I smiled with satisfaction, ready for a nap. An afternoon of leisurely love making was all that was on our agenda.

I woke to a tender, sweet kiss. “Hey,” I said.

“Hey,” he smiled back, “are you hungry? I’m going to go downstairs and see what snacks Rose has out. What can I get you?”

“Will you grab me a diet soda or bottle of water?”

Climbing out of bed, I watched as Austin slid his jeans on. I never got tired of watching him dress or undress.

He came back with a plate of cookies and a couple of drinks. “I was talking to Rose about your ankle still being sore and not fitting in your boots. She said she could make us something for dinner if you didn’t want to go out. She also said she has a list of menus to local restaurants if we want to do take-out. They were in a binder all together.”

“Oh, I don’t want to be a bother, I vote take-out. No need for the owner to have to take care of our dinner. We can just get pizza.”

“I flipped through a couple of the menus downstairs, but didn’t look too closely. She mentioned a few of them are closed during the off season down here, but said quite a few are still opened.”