Say Forever(69)
Another slow song starts, and when I press her sweet little body against mine, she responds by "accidentally" grazing my groin with her hand. When I grab her wrist and flash a warning glare, she smiles coyly.
I lean down and growl into her ear. "Are you ready to go back to the hotel?"
Her answer is a breathy whisper. "More than ready."
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Christina
Despite my exhausting day, I find my second wind as Andrés strips off my clothes and lies me down. When he slowly slides into me, burying his shaft deep inside my wet channel, I lift my hips, grinding into him. I melt into his body's heat as his lips seek out mine. I cup his face in my hands, relishing the feel of his rough skin on my palms. Our lovemaking is a timeless dance, our bodies, hearts and souls moving as one. He brings me close to climax several times before we both finally give into the powerful release that washes through us. We come undone, and then Andrés makes love to me again.
When he finally rolls off of me and pulls me against his chest, whispering Spanish words of love into my ear, my heart and soul sing with happiness, and my sated body hums in satisfaction. We fall asleep in each other's arms. The perfect ending to the perfect day.
Chapter Twenty-One
Christina
Last night marks the first night Andrés slept in bed with me since the nightmares began. I've forgotten how wonderful it feels to wake up in his arms, but that good morning kiss is pure heaven. The best part was he slept soundly beside me, no bad dreams at all. I'm hoping this little vacation was just what he needed to unwind and escape the nightmares, and he will return to our bed from now on. I strongly believe his recurring nightmares are associated with the pressures from his job, and maybe a change in employment would put an end to them. Even though I know Andrés doesn't want to let Tio down, my fiancé's mental health is more important than hurt feelings.
Though I'm sad to leave the mountains behind, Andrés reassures me we will make winter in Vegas an annual event, and next time we'll plan to spend more time in the snow. Andrés wants me to see the downtown lights tonight before we fly back to Texas tomorrow. He's been to Vegas a few times with his cousins and he says the lightshow is unlike anything he's ever seen. Though I'm sure he's right and I'll be impressed, after the way we made love last night, I'd be perfectly content to spend the rest of our vacation in the hotel room. We're staying at a hotel called The Golden Nugget, which Andrés says is at the heart of the light show.
I'm unpacking and trying to find just the right dress for dinner, although I already have an idea what I want to wear. Grace packed a sequined little black number in my suitcase. It must be one of her dresses, because I'd never be bold enough to buy something like this. As I eye the thing with a frown, I wonder if it's supposed to be worn with tights underneath. It barely covers my ass. Then I remember some of the girls I saw in the smoky casino downstairs. Their dresses were cut so short, their crotches were practically hanging out of them. I heave a sigh as I toss the dress on the bed. What would Andrés say if I wore it tonight? A smile lights up my face as I think I know exactly what will happen. He'll rip that dress off me and make love to me all night long. Okay, maybe I will wear it. I'll have to remember to thank Grace later for packing it.
Then I remember that other dress she packed. I should have known why my suitcase was so heavy. She actually had the nerve to pack my wedding gown, minus the train, of course, which I'm sure would never fit. The heavy silk skirt takes up nearly my entire suitcase. I can see the material bulging from beneath the luggage divider. I know it's getting wrinkled, but what the hell am I supposed to do with it? After all the stress Andrés and I have been through this month, I'm not sure now is the right time to get married. Besides, I never found the right shoes, and a girl can't experience the most momentous day of her life without the right footwear. I'd have my girl card revoked for sure.
Andrés is still in the shower, so I hurry and slip into the black dress and patent leather and rhinestone wedge heels. I sit at a pretty vanity table with a lit mirror and quickly apply mascara, blush, and lipstick. Andrés doesn't like my makeup too heavy. He says I'm beautiful without it. I'm running a brush through my hair when he comes out of the bathroom.
The steam from the shower eddies into the room, carrying the scent of his spicy aftershave. I love the way he smells. The heat from his musk sets my pheromones ringing like alarm sirens in a natural disaster. As I look at his clean-shaven face and slicked back hair, I realize my little black dress has nothing on Andrés's pure male sexiness.
My legs wobble as I slowly stand, and I can feel moisture pooling between my thighs.