We climb out of the shower together, drying ourselves off. Charlotte places her nightie on as I find my boxers. Sitting on the bed, we call room service and order some much-needed food. With my arms wrapped around her while we wait, I kiss the crook of her neck, desperate to taste her skin.
“I can’t believe Adriana and Elijah got married. Today has been so…” she trails off, moaning softly. “You’re distracting me.”
“Uh-huh,” I breathe into her skin. “We have time to kill.”
“Hey, I’m quick but not that quick.”
There’s a knock on the door. With a satisfied grin, Charlotte hops off the bed and places on her robe, leaving me on the bed frustrated. Covering my face, I let out a groan.
A young guy wheels in the food, removing the lids while eyeing Charlotte. I hop off the bed, making a slight growl, taking the bill from him. Not even checking the charges, I sign it and demand he leave.
“Really, Lex?” Charlotte stands at the side of the bed, her hands on her hips. “The guy was like, what, twenty-one at best.”
“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” I lie, motioning for her to sit and eat.
She shakes her head with a loose jaw. “Some things never change with you…”
I ignore her comment, reminding her again to eat. The food at the wedding was okay, but there is nothing like a burger and fries after midnight.
“Oh, wow, that tasted so good,” she exclaims, finishing her burger in a heartbeat.
“Have you had much morning sickness?”
“Not really. Not as much as the first time around,” she mentions quietly.
“How far along are you?”
“About seven weeks now, I think.”
We finish eating and brush our teeth before climbing back into bed. It is our second official night together after the night in The Hamptons which was a complete bust. Turning the lamp off beside her, she snuggles into me, only the pale moonlight filters throughout the room.
“What happens when we get back to the city?” she murmurs in my embrace.
“What do you mean?”
“With us?”
“I don’t know, Charlotte. Tell me what you want.”
“We’re married, and I want us to live together.”
“Deal.”
“In my apartment?”
“No deal,” I state, then quick to explain, “Well, temporarily, but we need something bigger.”
“But you live in London.”
“Charlotte, look at me,” I beg. She turns around to face me, her fresh minty breath cooling the air between us. “I can do whatever I want… I own that company. If I need to be based in New York, then I will be in New York. You and I… this is it, baby. No turning back.”
“No turning back… and Lex?” she calls my name again, softly. “You’re still poking me.”
“Then, we need to find a way to stop that from happening.”
I lower my head to meet hers and kiss her lips, her tongue rolling against mine, soft, but the intensity is there. There is no denying I need her, and I try so much to give her the rest she needs, but it’s fucking impossible.
My mind warns me to stop and let her sleep, but I need her so much. I want her to see how much I love her, how much I never stopped loving her.
Our kisses become feverish as she moans into my mouth, her body eager for more. I move away toward her neck, blowing kisses on her warm skin, her head falling deeper into the pillows as she struggles to compose herself.
Making my way down slowly kissing every spot on her chest, she begs me to go lower, and I do, taking my time. I want to savor this moment. I’ve been waiting to be inside her for so long and finally make sweet love to her without our usual restraints.
As I tease her nipples with my tongue, she squirms underneath my body, biting into my shoulder. I’m careful not to lie directly on top of her, reminding myself there is someone else to think about. The thought alone distracts me momentarily, but as if she knows, she pulls my head up to hers as our eyes meet once again.
I know exactly what she wants in this moment.
Never breaking her gaze, I gently slide my cock inside her, her eyes screaming out to me with pleasure. The way I slide in slowly, my cock feels every curve, guiding its way through and finding the place it calls home, then I remain perfectly still, allowing her to catch her breath.
“Lex,” she whispers, out of breath still. “Necesito que te pierdes