breath I’d drawn that didn’t feel like someone was putting a weight on my chest.
Was this really not a dealbreaker for him? Could I have gotten that lucky?
He could have bowled anyone over that day at the market. Was it fate that knocked me on my ass?
“We should go back up to the room,” Peter said.
I sniffled and nodded. “Okay.”
“I’ll run you a bath. We can relax. If you don’t want to go back to the home tonight for dinner—”
“No.” I shook my head fiercely as he pulled his forehead from mine and gazed into my eyes. “We promised your dad we were coming back. Besides, I want to spend more time with him. And to be honest, I want to see him take a bite of steak.”
Peter smiled at me. God, I would never get tired of that smile. When he looked at me like that, it felt like the clouds were parting. “All right, we’ll go.”
“The bath sounds good though.”
Peter chuckled. “A bath, it is. Come on. Let’s get out of here.”
I wiped my cheeks self-consciously as we passed through throngs of people gathering on the veranda with afternoon drinks of their own. Nobody seemed to pay any attention to us, and I doubted they would notice I’d been crying, but I still hated that my nose would have been bright pink, my eyes glassy, and my cheeks smudged with mascara stains.
We slipped away from the crowds and took a quieter route back to the hotel room. Forgoing the lobby, we made our way around the beachside of the resort and entered the tower where our room was from there. A mother and her young son rode the elevator with us, and Peter told the little boy he liked his dinosaur sandals.
The boy hid behind his mother and didn’t say a word.
When we stepped into our room, I was chilled. Peter turned off the air conditioning and went into the bathroom, where he began filling the massive bathtub with hot water and a collection of bath salts, bubbles, and oils from where they sat on the ledge.
I stood in the doorway and watched as he sat on the edge of the tub and ran his hand through the water to check the temperature. Bubbles formed, popped, and rose to the lip of the tub, and as Peter focused on drawing my bath, I stripped out of my clothes and left them on the floor where they fell. Barefoot and naked, I stepped into the bathroom and crossed the cold tile floors to step over the edge of the tub.
Peter looked up the length of my long bare leg up to my face. His expression said it all.
The feelings I had for him? He had them for me, too. I was sure of it.
He still looked at me the way he had before I told him about my infertility. There was nothing in the world that could make me feel as good or as desired as I did in that moment as I lowered myself deep into the water. The bubbles tickled my chin as I leaned back and watched Peter watch me.
“Are you going to join me?” I asked.
Peter reached behind his head, grabbed a fistful of his shirt, and pulled it off in one graceful tug. “I thought you’d never ask.” He tossed the shirt aside, stood up, and began working hastily at undoing his belt, which gave him some trouble.
I giggled and went to my knees to lean over the side of the tub so I could help him. He let me undo his belt and his pants, which fell around his ankles. He stepped out of them and worked his boxers down. His cock was growing hard by the second. I bit my bottom lip and gazed up at him before reaching for him and drawing him closer to the tub.
He obeyed, and when he was close enough, I teased his cock with licks and flicks of my tongue. Peter’s stomach flinched when I took him in my mouth and ran my tongue along the base of his shaft until I held all of him in my throat.
I moaned around his thickness. The vibration drove him wild. He reached down and gripped my ponytail. He used it to work me up and down on his dick. I had never wanted him this badly. My thighs ached and the place below my belly tightened with desperation. I could imagine what it would feel like to have