Chapter 11
Chapter Eleven
Willow
Katherine whistles as I step into the bed and breakfast’s lobby. I glance up at her and grin. I feel incredibly self-conscious in my outfit, so I’m glad she’s here to put me at ease.
“Look at you, Ms. Sexy,” she says as she rushes from behind the counter toward me. “You look gorgeous. Spin for me, baby.” I glare at her, and she bursts out laughing. “You know that's what Hottie Sebastian's going to say when he sees you.”
“You think I look okay?” I look down at my bare legs and give her a quick little spin. I'm wearing a tight black dress, and I feel like my every curve and imperfection is on display.
“Brielle lent me her heels,” I say as I point my toes out.
“You look stunning. Oh my gosh, I cannot believe that you are going to make love tonight.”
“You can say have sex.” I giggle because we both know that's what I'm going to be doing.
“Well, he's gorgeous, and you're gorgeous, girl.
It's making love because, you know what?
This is your Cinderella moment, and I really do think Sebastian is your Prince Charming.
I've seen the way he stares at you. He's smitten—and when I say smitten, I mean capital S-M-I-T-T-E-N. He really likes you.”
“It's crazy, Katherine, but when I stare at him and he looks back at me, I feel like maybe all my dreams are coming true. I feel like I'm in a fairy tale. I may have met the most perfect man in the world, and I don't want to wake up. If this is a dream—”
“It's not a dream. Now go get your man.” She grins. “I know he's eagerly waiting for you.”
“You do?”
“Well, let's just say I took up a bottle of ice—”
“You took up a bottle of ice?”
She giggles. “My bad. I mean, I took up a bucket of ice, and he had a big bottle of champagne waiting, and I may or may not have seen a can of whipped cream.”
“No way.” My jaw drops. “You did not see whipped cream.”
“Okay, I'm lying. I didn’t see whipped cream, but that would be cool, right?”
I just shake my head and giggle. “Really, Katherine?”
“What? I’m just saying, I’ve never had sex where the guy’s licked whipped cream off of me.”
“You know you can change that, right?”
“Maybe I just want to live vicariously through you, girl.”
“You're going to find a man next, and so is Brielle, and we're all going to be happy and living our best lives.”
“I'm so excited for you, Willow. I know things have been rough, and you really do deserve to meet a good guy.”
“Thank you. Okay, I’m going to go up now. How’s my lipstick? My mascara?”
“Perfect. You look stunning.”
“Thank you.” I take a deep breath and head towards the elevator. “Okay, I'm going up. Wish me luck.”
“I hope you have the best bang of your life,” she says, giggling, and I glare at her.
I laugh as I make my way to the elevator. As the doors open, I step inside. I give her a little wave and then take a couple of deep breaths. Even though I'm excited, I'm still nervous. Really, really nervous.
When the elevator arrives at the floor, I take a couple of steps and head towards the Diamond Suite.
I knock on the door, and Sebastian answers it within a couple of seconds.
He looks drop-dead gorgeous. He's wearing a pair of dark pants and a white shirt that's unbuttoned so that I can see his golden olive chest.
He looks dark and delicious as he lets me into the room. Then he takes my hand and spins me in a circle. His eyes devour me, and he lets out a low whistle.
“You are the very best thing I've seen today.”
“Oh, yeah?”
“Yes, and I’m so grateful that you’re here, Willow.”
“I’m glad to be here.” My eyes look around the room, and I gasp as I see what appears to be hundreds of pink and red rose petals scattered across the floor and the bed.
I try not to let my brain wander to the fact that I'll probably be the one tidying it up in the morning. I’m not going to think about practicalities. I am just going to live in the moment.
“This is beautiful. Really beautiful.” I head towards the bed and pick up the petals and sniff. They're still fragrant. I look over at him as he stares at me. “Are these fresh?” I ask because I feel nervous.
“Yes,” he says. “I had them delivered this afternoon, along with dinner.”
“What?” I stare at him.
“I ordered dinner from the best restaurant in town. Well, Katherine told me it's the best restaurant.”
“She didn’t tell me that.”
“I guess she kept it a secret.”
“I guess she did.” I head over. “Can I see what you got?”
He nods, and I lift the tray. I see a risotto with shrimp. The smell of garlic and fresh herbs hits my nose, and I can feel my mouth watering. I’m hungry, but I don’t want to eat right before sex. I don't want my mouth to taste like garlic.
“I have something for you, as well,” he says, and I gaze at him in surprise. He has a small box in his hands.
“What's this?”
“Just a little something,” he says, handing it to me.
“Do you want me to open it now?”
“If you want,” he says.
“I'll wait till later,” I say quickly.
“Would you be interested in a glass of champagne?”
“Yes, please.” I nod quickly and look around the room. It is beautiful. I’ve never quite seen the Diamond Suite like this. With low light, candles, and romance in the air.
“This is how it was meant to be,” he says as he pops open the champagne and pours the liquid into a flute, handing it to me. I take a sip and moan as the bubbly liquid slides down my throat easily.
“This is delicious.”
“I’m glad,” he says, and I watch as he takes a sip from his own glass. “I am happy that you’re here with me.”
“I am happy to be here with you, as well.”
“Do you know that you are everything I've ever wanted in a woman?”
“You don’t know that,” I say, shaking my head. “You don’t even really know me. This is just sexual attraction.”
“I feel it, Willow.” He steps forward. “I mean, of course, I feel the sexual attraction, but I feel something deeper than that. I'm sure you feel the same way, don’t you?”
“I mean, I feel like I'm in a fairy tale,” I admit honestly. “I’ve had an interesting life, and I feel like I’m finally being rewarded for being a good person.”
“Yes,” he says slowly. “I’m sure that you got to where you are because you’re a good person.”
I stare at him and watch as he takes another step forward.
He grabs the champagne flute from my hands, takes another sip, and places it down on the table next to the food.
He pulls me into him. My breasts crush against his hard chest. His lips press against mine, and I run my fingers across his shoulders, breathing him in.
He smells like oak, cedar, whisky, and all things masculine.
I feel his hands running down the back of my dress toward my ass and squeezing.
He pushes me into him, and I feel a hardness pressed against my belly.
I’m ready for whatever the night may bring.
We kiss passionately. Our kiss feels never-ending, and then he steps back.
I watch as he takes his shirt off and throws it to the ground, and I pull up my dress and throw it onto the chair.
He takes a big gasp as he stares at me and the sexy lingerie I’m wearing.
My bra is see-through, and the thong leaves nothing to the imagination.
I step forward and unclasp his belt, sliding it off and throwing it to the ground, and then I watch as he undoes his pants and steps out.
He’s in his tight, white boxers, and I run my fingers down his abs.
He groans as he grabs my hand and pulls me toward the bed. He lifts me up slightly and places me on it. His eyes are dark, veiled. His throat is husky as he looks at me.
“Such a beautiful sight,” he says. As he presses his lips to my neck, I close my eyes and take in the moment.
I feel his fingers on my shoulders, pulling my bra straps down, and finally pulling my bra off.
His tongue trails across my skin, and I feel his teeth on my nipple, tugging. I cry out a moan.
It’s been such a long time since anyone’s touched me, and I can’t quite believe that I’m here with him.
I barely know him, but we’re making love, and it feels marvelous.
I never thought I could be the sort of woman who would go to bed with a man I just met, but I don’t care. I love being in this moment with him.
I feel his fingers along the side of my waist, moving down to my hips, and then he grabs the sides of my thong and pulls it down past my thighs, past my calves, and slips them off my ankles.
He spreads my legs, and my eyes fly open as I feel his mouth on my inner thighs, sucking and teasing, tugging and pulling.
I can feel myself growing wet, and I lick my lips nervously.
“Are you okay, Willow?” he says, gazing into my eyes, his fingers running down the side of my face.
I nod softly. “I’m more than okay.”
He grins and jumps up, and I watch as he pulls his boxers down. His large, thick cock stands before him, and I swallow hard. I don’t know if he’ll fit inside of me.
He chuckles slightly as he sees the look on my face. “Don’t worry, I’ll be gentle. At least I will the first time.” I laugh, and he stares at me.
“What’s so funny?” There’s a glint in his eyes as if he doesn’t quite understand.
“I like your confidence. I like how you’re so smooth,” I say, reaching up and grabbing the back of his neck, pulling him down toward me. “You’re not who I expected you to be, Sebastian.”
“I could say the same thing about you, Willow.”
He runs his fingers across the side of my breasts and plays with my nipples before sliding his right hand down between my legs.
He rubs me gently. He groans as he feels my wetness, and as he slips two fingers inside of me, I cry out.
He’s soft, and then faster. When his thumb plays with my clit, I feel my body shaking.
“Not yet, darling,” he says, kissing the side of my face and pulling his fingers out. I feel his lips on mine again, and now he’s on top of me. I wrap my legs around his waist, staring up into his eyes.
“You’re a dangerous woman.”
“And you’re a dangerous man,” I say. He bites down on his lip. He’s still for a few moments.
“Are you on the pill?” he asks, and I nod. He grins before kissing the side of my face.
“I don’t know what I’m doing,” he says, and before I can ask him what he means, he thrusts inside of me hard and fast, and we both cry out.
“Oh, fuck,” I say, my fingernails digging into his back.
“You like that, do you?” he says as he slides out and thrusts into me again.
He moves fast. He’s not trying to be gentle, and I don’t care because I love the feel of him inside of me.
He grabs my legs and pulls them over his shoulders, and then he moves at a speed unlike any I’ve ever known.
He slams inside of me so that I feel fuller than I’ve ever felt in my life.
My breasts bounce, and my eyes never leave his.
It’s a surreal moment. It’s a fairy tale come true, and as I orgasm, I scream, grateful that the hotel is not packed and that no one can hear me.
When he slams hard and fast into me one final time, I feel him explode inside of me.
He leans down and kisses the side of my face before he slowly pulls out.
“That was amazing,” he says, his eyes warm, before he turns onto his back. “Are you okay?”
“I’m fine. Thank you.” I grin and then start laughing. “Why are we being so polite?” I say.
“I don’t know. Why are you being polite, Willow?”
I turn on my side and stare at him. I run a finger down the middle of his chest.
“I guess I just… I’m caught up in the moment. Things like this don’t happen to me.”
“Well, I guess they do now,” he says softly.
“I guess they do.” He runs his fingers through my hair and kisses the side of my neck. I snuggle next to him, and then I hear my stomach rumbling.
“Can we eat something?” I say, giggling. He looks at me in surprise.
“You sit there. I’ll bring it over to you.” He jumps up, grabs the tray, and brings it back, resting it on the bed.
“It looks delicious,” I say. “I do want to let you know that the risotto smells like it has a lot of garlic in it, and...”
“I don’t care if your breath is garlicy when we make love again.” He grins, touching the side of my leg. “I don’t care at all, Willow.”
“Okay. I just…”
“There’s nothing you could eat that would turn me off.” He licks his lips. “Nothing.”
“Well, then, I shall eat.” I grab a fork and take a mouthful of the risotto. I murmur in bliss, “Now this is the life.”
He grins at me. “When we go to Vegas, it could be even better.”
“Sorry, what?”
“I was just thinking. Do you want to go to Vegas?”
“I mean, I’d love to,” I say, “but I can’t. I am running the hotel.”
“You’ve got your friends, right? Brielle and Katherine, and that Mandy you said sometimes works for you. What’s the point of owning the hotel if you can’t take a break sometime?”
“I mean, I guess...”
“I want to spoil you. I want to take you to see my favorite shows, maybe a concert. I want us to just experience a fun trip together. I know it’s crazy for me to ask this. We barely know each other, but what’s life without a little craziness, right?”
I stare at him for a couple of seconds and nod slowly. I’ve lived my entire life playing it safe, being the good girl, doing what Aunt Mildred and Charlotte expected of me.
“I guess I can see if I can finagle a couple of days,” I say, staring at him. “I mean, if you really want to go, I’d love to.”
“I think Vegas will be the perfect place for us to go.” He grins and then kisses the side of my face.
“Now, hurry up. I’m ready for round two.”
I laugh and put the tray to the side. “I can eat later. I mean, I’m still hungry, but there may be something else that can satiate me.”
“Oh, yeah.” His eyes are dark now as he watches me. I push him onto his back, kiss his chest, and then kiss down his stomach. “What’s that?”
“I think you’re about to find out.” I grin and lick my lips. “I’m quite hungry for some sausage right now.”
I wink at him, and as my lips meet the tip of his cock, he groans.
Sometimes it’s fun to live life in the moment.
Sometimes it’s fun to embrace your inner sexual self.
I know I am enjoying it. I know that, for however long this fairy-tale moment lasts, I am going to enjoy it.
And if that means an impromptu trip to Vegas, I am going to take it.
I am ready to really start living my life.