Chapter Thirteen
AMBER
A few days later, we were both waiting in the resort’s salon for a couples massage. Ryan kept fidgeting beside me, still uncomfortable with the idea. He leaned his head against mine, kissing my cheek before dragging his nose along my jaw. “How about I give you a massage in the room?” he whispered, his lips brushing against the shell of my ear, doing everything he could to get out of this.
A shiver raced up and down my spine at the sensation and the thought of his big, strong hands all over my body. I closed my eyes and leaned into him, the familiar spice of his cologne washing over me.
“I’ll get some candles sent up, turn all the lights off, play some soft music as I undress you, and?—”
“You’re, uh, room is ready, Mr. and Mrs. Wilson.” My eyes shot open and landed on the young, blushing assistant. Her eyes were looking at the ground as her cheeks flamed red. I snapped my head over to look at Ryan, who only smirked, humor dancing in his blue eyes. I scowled at him before turning back to the clearly uncomfortable receptionist.
“Thanks. Which one?” I managed to find the right words, finding it hard to look the poor girl in the eye.
“Down the hall, blue door on the right. The girls will be waiting for you outside.” She didn’t look at us as she scampered back to her desk and turned her back to us.
“Before you decide to go into that room, let me finish what I was saying.” I glared at my husband. “I think I can change your mind and give you a much more sensual experience.” Ryan couldn’t keep the grin from his face now, and as mortified as I was, all I wanted to do was kiss him.
It had been almost two weeks since the wedding, and his beard was growing in nice and thick, giving him an alluring look that made me want to kiss his pink lips every time I looked at him. He made me lose all control over myself with his boyish charm and sinfully good looks. I was putty in his gorgeously strong, warm hands.
“How about after this massage, you can show me just how sensual you can be, Mr. Wilson, starting in the shower and then in that wonderfully big bed. We can spend the rest of the day in it. Our reservation at the steakhouse downstairs isn’t until eight o’clock tonight.” I stood up and held my hand out for him, watching as his eyes glimmered with a wave of disappointment, but he still smiled.
“Anything for you. Anything to keep that smile on your face, spitfire.” He led the way down the dimly lit hallway. The sound of soft, whimsical music reaching our ears became louder with every step we took. The scent of essential oils surrounded us, setting my nerves at ease with every inhale.
We stopped outside the room we were directed to, where two older women stood outside. I wanted to thank whoever made that decision. I had been worrying about a woman touching my husband, but now, the worry fled as I glanced at the women who were old enough to be our mothers. I then briefly wondered if they were strong enough to rub the tension out of his body.
Tugging Ryan to a stop, I leaned up on my toes and pecked his lips, loving the rough feel of his beard against my skin. “I think you should know that I’m completely in love with you.” I pulled away and headed for the room, smiling at the two women, who smiled back.
“Mr. and Mrs. Wilson, we are so pleased to meet you. We will wait outside for you to change and get comfortable. Try some of the lemon water before you lie down. It helps rid your body of all the toxins within. We’ll give you ten minutes.” One of the women opened the door, and I stepped into the candlelit room, Ryan at my back.
When the door closed behind him, he pushed me against the wall, his hands at my waist, fingers biting into my skin. A wave of arousal washed over me, my belly clenching and my nipples hardening. “You are the sexiest woman I have ever met. Do you know that?” His nose skimmed along my jawline, and then, his lips followed, delicately brushing against my skin, his beard tickling me. “I want to kiss you every time I look at you.” His face dipped to my neck, and naturally, I granted him access, loving the feel of his lips at the base of my throat. He surprised me by nibbling at my earlobe, and I shivered, a tiny moan falling from my lips. “I promise to treat you like a queen until the day that I die, Amber. I love every fiber of you with my whole being.”
My legs wobbled, my knees knocking at his admission. I held onto his shoulders, anchoring myself to him. “Even your toes?” I whispered, my eyes closing when he pressed a kiss to my throat.
He chuckled. “Even my toes, baby.” His nose was against mine, and his lips brushed across mine before the tip of his tongue traced my mouth. I moaned as he sucked my sensitive bottom lip, swallowing my sounds. “I love the little noises you make. Have I ever told you that?” He leaned his forehead against mine. His heart was beating quickly against my breasts.
I shook my head, barely finding enough oxygen to breathe, let alone speak. He made me so dizzy.
“Well, I fucking love the noises you make. You set my soul on fire, Amber. You always have. Since the day that I met you.”
There was a knock at the door, and a muted voice relayed a five-minute reminder, but I couldn’t focus on her. I didn’t want Ryan to stop. His one hand slid down my waist until he had my ass cheek in his large palm. “I love your sweet ass—perfectly round and full like a sweet peach.” He squeezed, and I jumped into his chest, my hands clutching onto his shirt, bunching it into my fists. His blue eyes glimmered in the dimly lit room. “Those green eyes are shining for me, baby—shining a bright emerald with lust and love for me. I want to sink my hands into your soft hair and kiss those fucking sweet lips every time you smile at me.”
The breath was knocked out of me all at once by his sweet words. This man never ceased to amaze me. His love was infinite. I stared up at him in awe, my heart pounding so hard in my chest, I wondered if it would just beat right out and land at our feet. I wondered if he could feel what he was doing to me… if he felt the same way.
“I love you, Mr. Wilson, more than words can portray,” I whispered, standing on my toes to reach his lips, to look into his eyes as I kissed him. With one hand firmly clutching my ass, the other slid its way up my body, fingers skimming up my back, leaving shocks in their wake until finally, he tangled his thick fingers into my hair.
“And I love you, Amber Wilson.” He was about to kiss me when another knock sounded on the door. “We need ten more minutes,” he called before devouring my lips.
When he pulled away, he reached behind me for a glass of the lemon water and raised it to my lips. “Drink, sweet girl.” I took the cold glass from his hand and gulped down the water quickly. The bitter water rushed down my parched throat. I watched him drink his, his Adam’s apple bobbing with every swallow, and I blushed, admiring his thick muscles.
I put my empty glass on the table and started to undress, my insecurities still nagging at me as I took off my tank top, leaving me standing in a pair of shorts and a white lace bra. I turn my back to him, the little voice in my head reminding me that I wasn’t the same toned girl I used to be, that my stomach wasn’t flat anymore, and that my boobs sagged without the pretty bra. His hands wrapped around me, and I was pulled to his bare chest. The feel of his skin on mine set me on fire.
“Don’t do this. Don’t let the voice win. Where’s my brave girl?” His hands spanned over my slightly bloated stomach before coming up to cup my breasts. “Where’s the girl who didn’t give a flying fuck about what I thought of her?”
“She didn’t look like this, Ryan.” I sank into the comfort of his embrace and closed my eyes, reminding myself that he’d seen all of me and he still loved me, even reminded me of it a moment before.
“I didn’t fall in love with you for your body, Amber. Don’t forget that.” He spun me around and held my chin up with one hand, the other on my waist. “I don’t want that girl anymore. I want the woman standing in front of me, the one who stuck by my side for six years and waited for me. I want the woman—not the girl.” He brushed his lips against mine and unclipped my bra all in one motion.
“It’s just… look at you compared to me.” I pointed at his toned stomach, his hard abs on display.
“They’ll go, too,” he gently reminded me. “I haven’t been training in the gym like I did over there. Maybe you won’t be attracted to me anymore.” He laughed, shooting me a teasing grin.
I huffed. “You know that isn’t true, Ryan,” I reprimanded.
“Then, what are you worried about? Your body will always remain beautiful in my eyes. Never forget that.”
“You won’t be saying that when I’m nine months pregnant,” I mumbled into his chest, lips brushing against his light dusting of hair.
“Oh, you’ll be hot as fuck pregnant—trust me. I won’t let you leave the bed. The thought of you carrying our child sets my blood on fire, Ames.” I reached down to pull my shorts down, leaving me in just a pair of white lace panties that matched my now discarded bra. “You’re telling me both of those women are going to see us in just underwear?” he asked as he shed his jeans and picked up our clothes to put on the counter.
“Some people take everything off, but I’m not comfortable doing that.”
“And you swear they don’t get handsy?” He walked me over to one of the already set-up beds. looking down at it, trepidation filling his gaze.
“Well, none of the ones I’ve gone to, but they might with you. Have you seen how hot you are?” He chuckled and helped me onto the bed. I laid facedown, and he placed the small towel over my butt and kissed up my spine until he was at my shoulders.
“I forgot to mention how much I love your freckles. One day, I’m going to kiss them all.” I felt my body grow hot at the thought. I was covered in freckles… everywhere .
“Might take you all day, Mr. Wilson.” I watched him settle onto his bed, taking great care to cover his perky ass with the small towel, and I giggled.
“If there’s any funny business, I’ll be blaming you, Mrs. Wilson, and you will just have to make up for it in the room as a consequence.”
“Then, I hope something happens.” I blew him a kiss as the door opened. The two women walked around the room, preparing everything. The whimsical music got a notch louder, and then, someone was rubbing my feet and calves with oil. I bit back a groan. That felt soooo good.
“Newlyweds?” the one rubbing my feet asked.
“Two weeks,” I said through the hole around my face.
“Oh, I remember how fun that was. The nonstop sex. My husband was insatiable.” The other giggled, and I blushed.
“Well, enjoy, you two. We’ll be sure to get all the tension out of your muscles so you can continue your fun.”
“Pay extra attention to my wife please. I’m insatiable, too.” Both masseuses laughed. I was ready to sink into the floor at my husband’s playful manner.
At dinner later that night, I felt like I was floating on a cloud. With no tension in my body, I was a new woman. Walking into the fancy restaurant earlier, I knew everyone was looking at me. I had dressed to impress my very sexy husband.
In an all-black, lace dress that rested mid-thigh, with my long, creamy, freckled legs on display, my feet wrapped in gold stilettoes, gold bracelets dripping off my wrists, and my big wedding ring glinting in the bright lights of the restaurant, I looked killer. My red hair was styled in a fancy updo, leaving my neck open, with a small gold chain that he had given me as a birthday present years ago adorning it. I was a sexy image all because he had boosted my confidence and reminded me that I was beautiful.
“You are absolutely stunning, Amber,” he told me for the third time since I walked out of the bathroom an hour earlier.
“Thank you for reminding me. I got so lost in my head that I forgot just how beautiful I can be when I try,” I teased him with a smile.
He scoffed. “Everyone in this hotel agrees with me. The men can’t keep their eyes off of you, even the women,” he whispered, taking a swig of his beer.
I glanced around the room and saw a few stray looks aimed our way before turning back to Ryan. “I’m sorry,” I apologized. “It’s only for you.”
He grabbed my hand and shook his head. “Do you know what a compliment it is that every man in this room is jealous of me?” I took a sip of chardonnay, confused. “I have the absolute honor of having the most beautiful woman in the room as my wife, and they’re all wishing you were theirs.”
I arched a brow at him. “You wouldn’t have said that six years ago. You used to get so angry when people looked too long.”
“I was a child, Ames.” He shrugged. “I’m a man now, and I understand that you, my sweet girl, only have eyes for me. What woman waits six years for a man if she doesn’t love him?” I sighed at his sweet words. He really couldn’t be more perfect.
“I don’t want to leave here,” I said a little while later over our glasses of wine. “We’ve never been this happy, Ryan.” The waiter dropped off a breadbasket and then walked away, and Ryan reached for one, buttering it and handing me half.
“We have two more weeks of this, and then, we can come back in the summer. I can make it happen for you.”
I frowned. “What about work?”
He shook his head, his eyes serious as they met mine. “Nothing comes before you… before us,” he told me, and I swooned, my belly swooping.
He was so perfect.