Lured into Love (Blossom in Winter #2) - Melanie Martins Page 0,161
with her about what type of relationship she could expect from me. Marriage and kids weren’t part of it.” And meeting my gaze again, he just says, “She was okay with it until she wasn’t.”
“Well, after ten years together, I guess she thought she could change your mind…”
“But she didn’t.” And I obviously know why. It’s a pity that Alex had never told me that he’d promised the seven-year-old me that he’d never marry anyone but me. Why did I have to learn it from his dad? Is he ashamed to have said that? But I’m just too tired to ask any further.
Wanting to lighten the mood, I slide a hand under his open collar, and, after wetting my lips, I say in a whisper, “You know, I should get some kind of reward for tonight.” My voice is sweet and innocent, and Alex smirks in return, his blue eyes gleaming with satisfaction. “After all, I spent the whole evening with a big plug in my butt.” He heaves a rush of air in amusement, but I keep going. “Don’t you think?”
Chapter 38
Bermuda, October 30, 2020
Petra Van Gatt
The sound of waves swaying back and forth on the shore is the perfect morning melody to wake me up. As I timidly open my eyes, the amount of light present in the bedroom makes them sting, and I shut them again just as fast. Jeez! It must already be so late. I blink my eyes a few more times, getting used to the strong brightness. Then, I instinctively look around to find where the light is coming from, and that’s when I notice the sliding door that leads to our terrace is wide open. I look beside me to the empty side of the bed, and it doesn’t take a genius to figure out where Alex has been. Grabbing a bikini and a pair of denim shorts, I put them on in a blink, slide my iPhone into my back pocket, and head outside to meet him. Standing against the baluster railing, I rest my forearms on the surface and bend slightly to observe the most handsome man swimming far out to sea, like he’s competing in speed and performance against himself. I didn’t know he was such a fine swimmer, but I’ve come to the conclusion there is still a lot about him I don’t know. As Alex leaves the water and returns to the shore, I observe him like he is moving in slow motion. The way his hips sway, his eyes surveying the white sandy beach, his hand running through his wet hair, his presence, his body, everything about him demands attention in every sense, causing my heart to hammer against my ribs. As I observe him walking through the beach, his muscular body covered in the salty water of the Caribbean Sea, I can’t help being drawn to him. There is so much beauty in him that I grab my phone and discreetly take a few pictures of him to keep selfishly to myself. I’m too far away for him to notice anyway. A silent breath escapes my lips, and I chew my bottom lip. Loving him has been quite a hard battle. A battle filled with so much pain and suffering, but now, it seems like it has all been worth it.
His gaze travels to the terrace where I’m standing, and as our eyes lock, I see him picking up his pace to climb the stairs that connect our terrace to the beach.
“Hey,” I greet as he stands before me, my eyes lingering a bit lower than they should.
“Sleep well?” The sound of his voice makes me bat my eyes twice, bringing my attention back to his face and pulling me out of lusty land.
“Yeah, pretty good. How is the water?”
His lips twitch into a naughty smile. “Let me show you.” And in a sudden move, Alex lifts me off the ground and carries me like a baby from the terrace.
“Alex!” I barely have time to hold on to his neck before a shiver shoots down my spine and goosebumps coat my arms in enthusiasm. Then a rush of adrenaline begins beating through my veins at the realization that he’s gonna drop me into the water… along with my iPhone and my newly taken pictures! “My phone!” As he carries me through the sand and toward the sea, I manage to throw the iPhone on the beach cabana that stands beside us. Not the best place, but