"Mark, you make me feel so … " she gasped, as he pressed his hips into hers. She moved her hands from his neck, gripping his hips, to pull him even closer. He groaned as he mimicked lovemaking with her on the dance floor.
They played with each other, anticipating the night to come, building up desires, so when they did finally come together it would be with an explosion.
"We have to leave now, before I forget we're in a public place," Mark growled into her ear and then licked along the lobe.
"I'm ready whenever you are," she purred and wiggled her hips against him a bit more, just to test her power over him. By his reaction she had quite the control.
Mark led her out of the club and hailed transportation. There was no way he had the patience it took for the long walk back to the comfort of their room.
Emily woke up to the smell of fresh coffee and hot food. She was starving after her adventurous day and night. She climbed from the bed and slipped on the silky robe, feeling extremely feminine.
"How did you sleep, Beautiful?" Mark asked, as he came from the other room to join her at the table. She already had her mouth full of food and had to swallow before she was able to answer him.
"I kept getting woke up for some reason," she teased him.
"I can't imagine who would ever do that."
"I would have to say though, if I keep getting satisfied the way I have, it's most definitely worth losing sleep over," she said and gave him a seductive smile.
"Want me to show you some more pleasure?"
"I need nourishment," she begged him, as she bit into a juicy piece of cantaloupe. Some of the juice dripped down her chin and Mark was quickly there to clean it up.
"I can't seem to get enough of you," he growled, before carrying her off towards their bed. They stayed there for a very long time, before finally deciding to enjoy their last day on the beach.
Mark showed her some new sites, took her for a romantic lunch and of course took her parasailing again. By the time they headed back to the hotel, Emily was once again ready to pass out. She couldn't imagine a more perfect honeymoon than the one Mark was giving her.
Emily was sad as they packed their bags, to be taken downstairs. She wasn't ready to return to the real world. She'd loved her time alone with Mark and was afraid that by stepping back into their normal lives they'd lose a piece of the magic they'd created.
The ride to the airport was silent as Emily took in everything she could before the inevitable plane ride. Mark could see her sadness and gently rubbed her back as they rode through the streets of Mazatlan.
She glanced out the window and saw a couple flying through the air on a parasail and sighed. She could easily stay there in the city for another week or even a month. Well she could if her son was there with them. She was already missing him and that made going home more bearable.
They walked through the airport and were seated in their first class seats before she knew it. The flight attendant offered them a drink and soon they were up in the air. A tear slipped down her cheek as she watched the beautiful Pacific Ocean slowly disappear beneath the low hung clouds.
"I will bring you back anytime you want," Mark tried to sooth her.
"It's not that Mark, it's just been such a wonderful time being alone with you."
"We will have plenty of time to be alone together," he reassured her.
"You promise me?"
"Baby, I'll be begging you to run off alone with me," he said with a wicked smile. Some of the tension and sadness disappeared as she looked into Marks eyes. Maybe things would stay the same even with the real world intruding on them once again.
Chapter Ten
Emily smiled as she looked out into the yard at her son playing with the puppies. Mark was chasing them with the hose and Trevor was giggling while running away with two huge puppies at his heels.
As Mark doused them with water, the puppies started to yap and Trevor fell to the ground giggling. Emily couldn't help but laugh along with them.
She'd been so reluctant to give up her fantasy world in Mexico but they'd been back for almost a month now and things had just gotten better each day. Mark hadn't pulled away from her as she feared he might. He found excuses throughout the day to come into the house and steal kisses and chat with her, as she worked in the kitchen.
She had a secret to share with Mark but wanted to wait until she knew for sure. She thought he'd be really happy about it but there was a small piece of her mind that was insecure. She rubbed her still flat stomach, already protective of the child growing there.
She loved her son so much and knew she would love her new child with an equal passion. Her two favorite men burst through the kitchen door, soaking wet and laughing so hard there were tears rolling down their faces.