Gorgeous: Book One (Gorgeous #1) - Lisa Shelby Page 0,55

if it were different, so..."

"Kiss me."

"Yes, sir."

15

Olivia

Wanting the time to ourselves, we decide to drive back to San Francisco Monday afternoon instead of flying back Tuesday morning. The drive had moments of silence and moments of us both screaming at the top of our lungs while singing along to the songs coming through the car stereo speakers. We took our time, stopped and ate, and then about two hours outside of the city, we stopped at a quaint bed and breakfast and stayed the night.

We shared a hot bath together and explored every inch of each other’s bodies inside and out of the tub. We made love leisurely throughout the night and again this morning. Wanting to avoid morning traffic, we figured this would be the most reasonable way to spend our time. We've made love so many times in the last two days that my muscles are actually starting to ache, but it's more than worth it.

I have seen so many new pieces to this man most see as an enigma, in his fine suits and his formal way of speaking while conducting business. He is sweet and at times silly. He is sexy as hell and smarter than any person I have known. Not smart like Bryce but smart in the way he looks at life. He could be a pessimist and hate the world, given the lack of love he has been shown, but I find him to be quite the opposite, and I have to say the way he looks at life kind of turns me on.

I thought this man was everything I never wanted, but he seems to be everything I could have ever dreamed of. I've never been happier, and I have also never been more terrified.

Is this really happening?

Is this all too good to be true?

When we finally leave our bubble and venture back into the city, he begs yet again for me to come back to his place, but as I have told him more than once, we need to get back to reality. Find our new normal. I am not moving in with him, so our new normal will include spending nights apart, and we need to start that tonight. Not to mention, I need a few hours on my own to get my head out of the clouds and find my footing again.

Ronan has disarmed me.

He has taken my strong, tough woman persona and flipped it on its head. I have gone from a woman who prefers to be on her own to wondering how I am going to breathe air without having him near enough to touch in just a matter of forty-eight hours. Yes, it was happening before then but until he kissed me, it wasn’t a full-fledged addiction. Now…now I have a real problem.

Because I have prevailed, we are now at the St. Francis, and Ronan is giving his keys to the valet. He helps me with my bags, and we take the elevator up to my floor. The ride is quiet, and unlike in the movies, he doesn't reach his hand up my skirt or kiss me madly. Instead he holds my hand and rubs his thumb back and forth across my skin.

When we exit the elevator, he isn't in a rush, and the speed in which his long legs usually carry him is sluggish. He follows me inside and puts my bags in the bedroom of my suite. I follow him and am not the least bit surprised or apprehensive when he pulls my dress over my head and then undresses himself before meeting me in the middle of the bed.

We don't speak, and he does nothing short of worshipping me, as he always does. This time, it feels like he is trying to crawl inside of me and brand my soul so I don't forget him between now and when I see him at the office in the morning. He doesn't need to worry about that, but I am certainly not going to stop him from doing whatever he feels he needs to do, if this is the result.

"Don't make me leave," he says after we've both climaxed, and he's lying on his side, lazily tracing the curves of my body with his finger.

"I'm not making you do anything, but I do think it would do us both some good to have our own space. A lot has happened in the last few days, and we've moved pretty quickly. We need some distance so