One Night Forever (Vacation Getaway)

8. Tanner

CHAPTER 8

Tanner

M y gaze moves down the beach as I look for my woman. The conference is over and it was a huge fucking success, it was busy and I’ve made a lot of new contacts due to it, all of which will bring me more business.

My stomach clenches when I spot Arabella. She’s reclined on the sun lounger, her skin glistening in the sun. She has her eyes closed, her head tilted toward the sky.

She’s gorgeous, her beautiful body on display as she lounges. Since the conference has finished, she’s been enjoying the relaxation of Fiji. She’s also ensured that I do the same, something I don’t usually let myself do when I’m away, but I have to admit, it was much needed.

I make my way towards her, my feet sinking into the warm sand with each step. As I approach, Arabella's eyes flutter open, and a slow smile spreads across her face when she sees me.

"There you are," she purrs, her voice husky from the sun and relaxation. "I was beginning to think you'd gotten lost during your call."

I chuckle, settling down on the sun lounger beside her. "Not a chance. I wouldn't miss this view for the world."

She arches an eyebrow, her smile turning coy. "The ocean is pretty spectacular, isn't it?"

"I wasn't talking about the ocean," I reply, my eyes roaming over her sun-kissed skin.

Arabella laughs, the sound light and carefree. In the past few days, she’s loosened up and is pushing past the barriers she had erected. She sits up, stretching her arms over her head as she releases a yawn.

She reaches for her drink, condensation beading on the glass, and takes a sip before offering it to me. "You look like you could use this more than me," she says, her eyes twinkling. "Let me guess, the call was work and now you’re unable to relax?"

I bring the fruity cocktail to my lips and take a sip. "Yeah, James needed help," I admit. "But it’s done and now we can relax. I’ve extended our stay for an extra few days."

She leans in, her lips brushing my ear. "Oh, I have a few more ideas on how to help you unwind," she whispers, her breath warm against my skin.

"Is that so?" I murmur, setting the drink down on the small table between our loungers. "Care to elaborate?"

Arabella's hand trails down my arm, her touch soft and it’s enough to heat my blood. "Well," she says, her voice low and sultry, "I was thinking we could start with a swim. Then head back to the resort. And after that..." She lets the sentence hang, her eyes meeting mine with a mischievous glint.

I lean in, closing the distance between us. "After that?" I prompt, my voice husky with anticipation.

She smiles, slow and seductive. "After that, I thought we could order room service and spend the rest of the evening in bed. How does that sound?"

"Perfect," I growl, capturing her lips in a kiss. It’s deep, hard, and filled with promise.

When we finally part, both slightly breathless, Arabella stands and holds out her hand. "Come on," she says, nodding towards the crystal-clear water. "Last one in, buys dinner."

I grin, loving how carefree she is right now. This is what I want, her happy and at ease.

Her hand trials up my chest, her eyes filled with lust as she watches me. “You didn’t just say that,” she breathes.

My fingers clench around the globe of her ass. “I did,” I say, pressing my mouth against hers. “I want you, Bella, and I don’t give a fuck if it’s too soon. You make me happy and that’s all that fucking matters.”

She blinks. “But moving in with you, that’s a huge step, Tanner. We’ve only been together for less than a week. Please,” she breathes. “Just give us time.”

I pull back slightly, searching her eyes. The uncertainty I see there tempers my urgency. "Baby," I say, my voice husky. “I’m forty years old, I know what I want, and that’s not going to change now or in a few months or years. You’re mine and that’s never going to change.”

Arabella's shoulders relax, and she offers me a small smile. "I'd be lying if I said I haven't thought about it too."

I raise a brow, surprised by her words. "Yeah?"

She nods, her fingers tracing patterns on my chest. "Yeah. But I’m scared, this isn’t something I’m used to. I need time, okay? What we have... it's special. I don't want to mess it up."

I lean my forehead against hers, breathing in her scent. “Not going to lie, Bella, I’ll give you time, but it’s not going to be much. Just enough for you to get used to the idea. But to do that, it means, you’re staying over at my house when we’re back home. Okay?”

Bella's eyes darken with desire. "Okay," she agrees, I lean down and capture her lips in a searing kiss.

I’ll never have enough of her. She’s everything I have ever wanted in a woman and so fucking much more.

“Ugh,” she groans as she unfastens the seatbelt. “I wish we could have stayed even longer.”

I chuckle as I curl my fingers around hers. “Baby,” I mutter, amusement etched in my words. “We stayed longer than we had originally planned. But I promise we’ll be back. It’s time to get back to the real world.”

She rolls her eyes. “The real world sucks.”

I glance at the door where the pilot is and see that it’s locked up tight. “Speaking of sucking…” I say as I bring her hand down to my pants where my thickening cock is hidden.

Her eyes narrow. “You did not,” she hisses. “We’re on a plane,” she tells me.

I raise a brow. “Wanna join the mile high club?”

Her eyes widen, a mix of shock and intrigue flickering across her face. She bites her lower lip, glancing nervously towards the cockpit door, then back at me.

"You can't be serious," she whispers, but I can see the flush creeping up her neck, the way her breathing quickens ever so slightly. She wants this just as much as I do.

I lean in close, my lips brushing her ear. "Oh, I'm dead serious," I murmur, my voice low and husky. "We've got hours before we land. Plenty of time to join the mile high club."

She shifts in her seat, crossing and uncrossing her legs. "What if someone hears us?" she asks, her voice barely audible.

I grin, tracing my fingers along her thigh. "Then we'll just have to be very, very quiet, won't we?"

She glances around the empty plane, the flight attendant I usually have is sick and we couldn’t get a replacement, meaning we’re all alone. I watch as a mischievous smile slowly spreads across her face. "Well," she purrs, her hand sliding up my chest. "I suppose we should make the most of our vacation, shouldn't we?"

I slant my lips against hers, my hand tangling in her hair as I pull her closer. Her fingers fumbling with the buttons of my shirt. The hum of the plane's engines fades away, leaving only the sound of our ragged breathing and racing hearts.

"Bathroom or right here?" she asks between kisses, already knowing my answer.

"Here," I grunt, tugging me towards her. "I want to see the clouds outside while you make me come undone." I growl low in my throat, my hands already working to push up her skirt. The thrill of potentially being caught only adds to our urgency. As I trail kisses down her neck, she arches against me, a soft moan escaping her lips.

"Shh," I remind her with a wicked grin. "Remember, we have to be quiet."

Her eyes, dark with desire, lock onto mine. "Then you'd better keep my mouth occupied," she says with a raised brow.

More than happy to oblige, I claim her lips once more as she throws her leg over my hips, my cock thick and rigid, as she slowly lowers herself onto my length.

I release a low groan as she engulfs me fully, her wet,warm pussy snug against my cock. Arabella gasps, her nails digging into my shoulders as she adjusts to having me deep inside of her. I grip her hips, guiding her as she begins to rock against me.

"God, you feel amazing," I breathe, capturing a pert nipple between my lips. She moans in response, picking up the pace. Her breasts bounce enticingly as she rides me, her head thrown back in ecstasy. I thrust up to meet her, our bodies moving in perfect sync. I fucking love how responsive she is, she’s always soaked with just a touch.

The pressure builds at my spine as our movements become more frenzied. Bella's inner walls start to flutter around me, signaling her approaching climax. I slide a hand between us and find her clit, rubbing tight circles with my fingers.

"Come for me, baby," I urge, feeling the intense pleasure building within myself as well.

With a cry that echoes through the plane, she shatters as her orgasm washes over her, and her pussy clenches around my cock. The sensation pushes me over the edge, and I follow her, thrusting deep inside of her and letting go. Growling her name as I cum.

We collapse together on the seat, both of us panting heavily. I pull Bella close, savoring the feel of her soft skin against mine. She presses soft kisses against my chest.

"That was..." she trails off, still catching her breath.

"Fucking fantastic," I finish for her. I can feel her smile against my skin.

After a few moments of blissful silence, the reality of our situation starts to sink back in. The pilot could walk in at any moment.

"We should probably get dressed," I murmur reluctantly, not wanting to break the moment.

She nods, sliding off me. I fucking hate the feeling of not being inside her, but I know there’s nothing I can do right now. I quickly dress and she does the same. The moment we’re done, she curls up onto my lap like a kitten.

I wrap my arms around Bella once again, inhaling the scent of her hair as she nestles against me. This is exactly where I want her to be. I’ve never felt this way. Loving her is so easy and natural.

Fuck. I love her. Christ. I do.

Bella shifts on my lap, raising her head to look up at me. "Do you think anyone heard us?" she whispers.

I stroke her back soothingly. "No, I doubt it. The engine noise should have drowned us out."

She relaxes slightly, but I can still feel the tension in her body. I tilt her chin up, meeting her eyes. "Hey, no regrets, okay? That was incredible."

A mischievous smile plays on her lips. "No regrets," she agrees, leaning in for a soft kiss.

“You coming home with me?” I ask, but it sounds more like a statement.

“Yeah,” she replies softly. “I don’t think I could sleep alone. You’ve ruined me.”

I laugh. “That’s good, baby, because you’ve ruined me too. I fucking love you.”

The words slip out before I can stop them, hanging in the air between us. Bella's eyes widen, her lips parting in surprise. For a moment, I'm terrified I've said too much too soon.

But then her face breaks into the most breathtaking smile I’ve ever seen and her eyes shining with unshed tears. "I love you too," she whispers, her voice filled with emotion. "God, I can't believe this is happening."

I pull her closer, my heart beating rapidly. Fuck, I’ve never been this happy. Not fucking ever. "Believe it, baby. You're mine now." I capture her lips in a deep, passionate kiss, pouring every ounce of my love into it. When we finally break apart, we're both breathless.

"I've never felt this way about anyone before," I admit, running my fingers through her silky hair.

She nuzzles against my neck. "Me neither. It's scary, but in the best possible way."

I tighten my arms around her, loving the warmth of her body against mine. She rests her head against my chest and within minutes I feel her fall asleep in my arms.

Hours later, the pilot's voice crackles over the intercom, informing us we'll be landing soon. Bella jolts in my lap, her eyes filled with sleep, and it doesn’t take long for reality to seep in.

We’re home. Everything could change and while I know that Bella’s hesitant, I won’t let her rebuild those walls. She’s mine, the woman I love and the woman I’m going to marry.

She climbs back into her seat, and I help her buckle her seatbelt. As the plane begins its descent, Bella reaches for my hand, interlacing our fingers.

"So, your place?" she asks with a coy smile.

I grin, bringing her hand to my lips for a kiss. "Definitely. And I plan on keeping you there.”