Chapter 29 #2
Pulling away from our embrace, I can’t help my eyes from wandering down the length of her body.
Her skin is soaked, and her chest is slowly starting to flush from the heat.
My hands move on their own accord from their position on her hips up to cup her full breasts.
Whitney’s eyes flutter shut as I tweak her nipples until they’re hardened peaks.
“You’re breathtaking,” I say to her, my voice loud enough that the sound of the shower doesn’t drown it out. “I love you, Whitney. I want to spend forever with you like this.” Her eyes open again, and she gazes at me with such adoration that it makes my chest hurt. I bend over and kiss her nose.
“That sounds perfect to me,” she says back, bracing her hands on my shoulders as she stands on her toes to kiss me. I let myself get lost in the kiss, holding her to me and letting her take over my every waking thought.
Or almost every thought. Though I can easily see this shower progressing into more sensual territory, I suddenly can’t hold back the surprise I’ve been sitting on all night long. The need to share with her is overwhelming.
I pull away from her. She gives me an adorable pout that makes me laugh as I say, “I have a surprise for you.”
Whitney’s eyes glitter with anticipation. “What is it?”
I smooth my hand down her wet hair until I’m cupping the edge of her jaw.
“You remember how you mentioned you were thinking about getting out of the city?” I ask her, referring to a conversation she and I had about a month ago.
Whitney nods, now remembering what I’m talking about.
“Well, I found us a place—potentially—if you were really serious about that. It would make your commute a bit longer, but you said you might be able to work from home for a few days. And it’s closer to my office, too. ”
That last bit didn’t really matter to me. I’d commute however far I needed to. But it was an added bonus.
Her eyebrows raise on her forehead. “You found us a house?”
I nod. “Yes. And I think it’s perfect, but I need your opinion before I do anything further. So what do you say about taking a little road trip down there tomorrow to see it?”
“Are you serious?” she asks after a beat. I can’t make out the tone of her voice if she’s excited or put off that I did this without asking her. It wasn’t as if I bought the house, but maybe even taking the steps without her input was enough of a transgression for her.
“More than I think I ever have been. What do you say?”
“I can’t wait,” she says, her voice raising a bit with her increasing excitement. “I can’t believe this is really happening!”
“Well, let’s see what you think about the house first before we get too excited. Who knows if you’ll even like it.”
“I bet I will,” she says confidently. “You always seem to know exactly what I like without me needing to tell you.”
I smile at her. She doesn’t need to know the lengths I go to ensure that I am the expert on all things Whitney. Above everything else, she is my priority, first and always. I could spend the rest of my days striving to make her the happiest version of her that I can, and never grow weary of it.
Strong desire pulls at me and again, urgency takes over, encouraging me to close the distance and make her happy in a completely other way now.
I don’t say anything else as I capture her lips again.
Whitney responds immediately, wrapping her arms around me and pressing her naked body languidly against mine.
I maneuver us so her back is pressed up against the tile wall.
She makes a small sound—probably at the shocking coolness of the tile—but I swallow it down until it morphs into a moan.
My hands continue their roaming and exploring. I don’t stop until she’s shattering around me for the first time, her pussy clenching at my fingers buried deep inside of her.
“Fuck, you’re so pretty when you come around my fingers,” I whisper huskily into her ear. Whitney gasps and rolls her hips against my hand, still looking for that last bit of friction to draw out the remainder of her orgasm.
When her body has finally ceased trembling, I slowly remove my hand and look down at her. Need is still coursing through me, and I see it reflected right back at me in her eyes.
“How about we get dried off and continue this elsewhere,” I suggest.
Her cheeks are flushed, and this time, I don’t think it’s from the heat of the shower. Her eyes are still dilated, and she nods her head in a daze. “I think that sounds like a great idea.”
I don’t waste any time. The shower is off within a minute, and shortly thereafter, I have Whitney wrapped up in one of the fluffy, purple towels she recently bought for our bathroom. She gives me a seductive smile as she dries off before scampering out of the bathroom, hopefully to our bed.
As I’m following her into our room, my eyes catch on the orchid plant sitting proudly on a table by the large window.
I got this one for her a few weeks ago, regretfully, after the last one lost its last petal.
Both Whitney and I have gotten attached to having the vibrant purple flower around—I even have one sitting on my desk at my office, just like I know she still has one on her desk, too.
Somehow, it has become the symbol of our relationship. It started off as a friendly welcome gift to my new assistant, and without us even realizing it at the time, it was the precursor to so much more.
As my eyes move from the flower to Whitney, sprawled so gloriously on our mattress, I can’t help but be thankful for every little moment that led up to this one.
I never saw Whitney Palmer coming, but now, I can’t imagine my life without her.