13. Leila
One month later
E very morning I look at the beauty outside the wall window that overlooks the lake and thank God for having sent Chris back in my life. It's been a while we're here and I'm not sure I want to leave this paradise.
This house, the nature that surrounds it and the breathtaking sunset is all a person can dream about. I turn to look at the open space and smile seeing one of my favorite places in this house: the kitchen. Whoever designed it deserves a monument. I used to hide in the kitchen with Viola and she taught me how to cook, the only peaceful moments I've had and want to remember from my previous life.
My cell phone pings with a text and I walk toward the kitchen island and open it.
Chris: Sorry babe, I may be late for dinner.
Me: No worries. Take care.
Chris: Miss you.
I smile as I play with my necklace. It feels like I've worn it since forever. I love it, and knowing he gave it to me, despite it being his mom's, means the world to me.
Christopher is the best I could ever hope for. I'm getting used to his attention, his hugs and gawd…his kisses. They make my insides mushy. I can't find anything wrong with him. What scares me is to hold his gaze for more than a few seconds because what I read in it is something I can't dare to dream about: our future. A future I've never imagined before. I'm so head over heels with him it scares me how fast my life has changed. We've talked so much in the last period, and finding out his past and why he left made me realize this man is a superhero. With him I've discovered a piece of me I've always thought to have and my heart couldn't choose a better person to beat for. He has promised the world to me but he is the only thing I need in my life.
After spending the whole day cooking and cleaning the house with Stacy, I go into our room and take a shower. I need tonight to be perfect to surprise him. I leave my hair loose as he likes then wear the blue dress we bought in Miami last week and the heels he adores.
I peer at the clock, feeling so nervous to see how late it is. When the door that leads to the garage opens my heart starts to hammer in my chest while I turn around and freeze in my tracks.
“Oooh, hey baby.” He comes closer and kisses me. He peers at me from head to toe and snaps his head at me. “Shit, do we need to go somewhere?”
I step closer and lose his tie while slowly pulling it off. “Yes and no.” I smile as I play with it. “Do you want to close your eyes or should I use this to blindfold you?”
The smirk on his face is so adorable. “I'd rather use it in a totally different way on you.”
I feel so hot already and I have to hold back a moan. Chris closes his eyes and I take his hand and walk backward toward the dining room and then outside. “Don't snoop,” I whisper.
“I promise.” Chris chuckles as we get on the patio. “Where are you taking me?”
“Now wait a second here,” I whisper as I leave his hand and switch on the tiny lights I hung everywhere. It took me hours to set them but it was worth it. “Okay, now you can open them.”
The amazement in his eyes makes me smile. Have I surprised him? Most definitely. His eyes land on mine and he pulls me in a hug. “Are we celebrating something?”
I bite the inside of my cheek trying to release the thrill I feel inside. “Maybe…” I nervously laugh. “Give me your jacket and take a seat.”
“Maybe?” He takes it off while cocking a brow to me. “It's not our…how do they call it? Monthiversary?”
I shake my head while seeing him struggling to figure out what we'll celebrate today. “Hope you're hungry, because I've cooked all day.”
“Babe, we've talked about…” I kiss him to shut him up. Yes, he told me we have Stacy but still today is special. “Kiss me that way again and you'll be in trouble.”
Oh, I'm aware of what kind of trouble I'll get into, and I can't wait. In the last month I saw him holding back. I even watched him jerking under the shower, arousing me even more. He gave me time to forget and heal, and I'm grateful for it. I won't thank him enough for all his attention and kindness but now I have my life glued back and I can finally choose what I want.
“You promise?” I tease him as I nip my bottom lip.
He makes me sit onto his lap and devours my mouth in a passionate kiss. “I always keep my promises.”
I feel my panties already soaked as I try to remember how to breathe. The lusty look in his eyes is so powerful and hypnotic that I want to rip off our clothes and forget about the dinner. “I…I better go inside,” I stutter and he releases me within a second.
I feel his eyes on me and once in the kitchen I grip against the kitchen island and take a few deep breaths. I lay every course on the tray and bring them to the patio while Chris has already opened the wine.
“The smell is delicious.” He smiles as I place in front of him the spaghetti with the special sauce Viola taught me to cook.
“I hope you'll like it.”
“Woman, are you planning to get me fat? Everything you cook is yummy.” He rolls his fork on the plate.
“If that means the other women will stop looking at you, then yes.” I've seen Janet, and how much she tries to hook up with him and also some of his so-called friends.
His fork stops in the air, midway between his mouth and the plate. “What women? For me it's just you Leila, you're the only woman I want in my life.”
I smile, feeling so silly to be jealous. “Such flattery.”
“It's true though.” He finally eats his food as his eyes snaps at mine. I see them fill with tears as he shuts them and flops his head back. “This is my mom's sauce.”
“Viola sent me the recipe. She said special occasions need a special sauce. Tell me I haven't ruined it.”
“No, baby, it's perfect. I haven't eaten it in ages.” He stares at me, and I'm sure he wants to say something but he doesn't.
We enjoy our dinner and he devours everything. The closer the end of the dinner comes, the more nervous I get. “Now it's dessert time but I may need help with it.”
“Help with a dessert? Now that's interesting.”
I bring the cake and stand near him. “You know I'm not good at managing the fire and these candles don't want to light up.”
“Cake and candles too. Leila, what the heck are we celebrating?”
I get on my tiptoes and kiss his cheek. “Buon compleanno, Chris.” Happy birthday, Chris.
“My birthday?” He rubs his neck and looks at me puzzled. “It's not my birthday.” I cock my brow as I shake my head at him. He takes out his wallet and checks on his ID before meeting my eyes. “You remembered my birthday?”
When I called Viola, she was so happy I remembered it too. She made sure to tell me he may have erased his birthday from his memories because of his past and how Nick and his father used to 'celebrate' it. It broke my heart even more knowing what he went through.
“One in our family should, don't you think?” I joke as he scoops me up and swirls me around.
“Our family, huh?” Those golden flecks in his eyes are so sexy as Chris's look becomes intense.
I cover his eyes with my hands. “Put me down otherwise I won't give you my present.”
“You're the best present ever, Leila, having you in my life is all I need to survive in this world.”
“Ahhh, come posso non amarti?” Ahhh, how can I not love you?”
He puts me down as he peers at me in surprise. “Say it again, baby.”
“I love you, Christopher.”
He leans his forehead on mine. We're inches apart, his breath tickles my lips as the only noise I can hear is my heart thunder in my chest, or maybe it's his.
I frantically start to breathe as I lock eyes with him. “Make me yours, Chris.” The smile on his face is the loveliest one I've ever seen so far. He says nothing but carries me over his shoulder in the house and then toward the master bedroom.
“You know I can walk,” I complain as he places me on the floor.
“I'm aware of that, baby, but I wanted to make sure we'd make it to our room.”
Instinctively I bring my hands on my back and lower the zip until the dress ends up in a fluffy fabric pile on my feet.
“A goddess,” he murmurs as his eyes leers over my body. Chris doesn't move and I step out of the blue cloud of the dress as I approach him. I start to unbutton his shirt and from each button I place a kiss on his broad chest. He inhales through his teeth. His eyes are so dark and as sexy as his body is. My hands stop on the front of his trousers as I silently ask permission to go on.
“I'm all yours, baby.” He kisses my lips in a soft kiss that makes me want his mouth on me so bad.
Dropping on my knees, Chris tries to control his impulses and I love to see him debating whether to let me suck his cock or throw me on the bed and fuck me senseless. Pulling his trousers down, I lick my lips as his cock stands perfectly erected in front of me. The moment my tongue darts over his tip, the growl he lets out makes me go ahead and wrap my lips around his shaft.
“Fucking hell, Leila.” He pants as I suck him off. The blissful vision I have of him enjoying me makes me wet. I try to take all of him while fighting the urge to gag on it. He pulls back, allowing me to breathe. He rakes his hand in my hair as I greedily bob my head and taste more of him.
The precum tingles all my senses, making me more avid as his grunt makes me wonder what's going on in his head now. When I smile at him with his cock in my mouth, he pumps it deeper and faster as he comes. I swallow and lick my lips as he helps me to get up.
“I want you naked on the bed,” he growls while stepping closer, making me walk backward.
I take off my bra as the back of my knees hit the mattress and I fall on the bed. “You'll be the death of me.” He spreads my legs while kissing them from the ankles until the backs of my knees, building a desire in me to plead to him to take me. My heart shudders as with each kiss over my skin ignites millions of jolts of pleasure.
“Are you sure you still want me?” he asks as he nibbles my inner thighs.
“Fuck yes,” I moan as his tongue darts over my lacey panties. “Please, Chris, I need you inside of me.”
He looks up at me as he moves them away and licks between my folds. It takes my breath away and he grips on my hips and pulls me down. The light strokes become hungrier as he growls while mercilessly eats me up. Each fist of his tongue is a torture and takes me more on the edge.
“Chris!” I scream as I can't hold it anymore and the orgasms that rush through me make me convulse as I ride his face.
He crawls on me as the waves slowly start to calm down and kisses my stomach as his fingers trails my cage rib and cups my breasts. The burning sensation of his thumbs brushing over my erected nipples makes me arch my back. His mouth takes his time to lick, suck and nibble my nipples once at time while pulling them with his teeth.
“You're so fucking perfect.” He kisses up to my neck making me tremble with anticipation as I feel his hard cock brushing on my thighs, so close to my pussy but yet so distant. “I love you so much, baby.” He takes hold of my mouth as I graze my nails over his back. “Are you still on the pill?” I nod since I feel so dizzy I can't put two words in a row. “Good, from now on, not anymore.”
I reach out between us, grab his cock and let him brush in my wetness. “Please, Christopher. I need you inside me.”
“Me too, my Queen,” he whispers while he pushes inside, stretching my walls so much that I grip on his shoulder. “So fucking tight and mine.” He growls as I feel so full of him. He moves in and out slowly at first as he takes my hand and places it on my lower stomach and presses it. “Can you feel how good it feels?”
“More,” I breathe as he hits that spot no one has ever gotten that close. Each lunge ignites dumps of heat over my skin as my inside spirals toward another orgasm. He pins my arms over my head as he consumes me, faster, deeper making me feel so fucking high.
“Marry me, be mine for eternity.” My orgasms loom so close that it hurts and the yes that leaves my mouth rips as powerfully through me as the climax that follows shortly after.
“I love you so much, Leila,” he whispers as he moves some locks damped in my sweat. I hum in response as he kisses my jaw line before getting out of me. “I owe you a pair of new panties.”
“I have tons of them.” I giggle as he grins back at me. “It doesn't mean you can rip them off every time, though.”
“Maybe I'll be good and give you time to take them off.” He kisses me, then moves away. “I have something for you too.” I lazily hold on my elbows as I look at him. “It wouldn't be a real proposal without a proper ring.”
I blink a few times, trying to clear the fog off my brain who's still in ecstasy. “What?”
“You already said yes.” He gets out of the bed as I sit and cover myself with a pillow. Chris goes to the safe and opens it. “But this will make it official.” He opens the tiny velvet box while getting on his knees, “Would you marry me?”
I gasp as I let the pillow down. “You're insane.”
“Most definitely, and dangerous but I love you with all my heart, Leila. Would you let me spend my life by your side, my Queen?”
“Always, my King.” I push back my tears as he hugs and kisses me.