Chapter 32 - Niall - Bumping into You
Chapter 32
Niall
My stomach itches as I put on my suit for tonight’s dinner. That third bellyflop really did me in, exacerbating my redness and discomfort.
I slip on my dress shoes after kicking my flipflops out of the way and straighten my tie as a knock comes at my balcony door.
Turning, my breath catches in my throat. Out on my balcony is the most beautiful beore I’ve ever seen.
The curls in her hair blow lightly in the wind along with the bottom of her dress. My gaze travels down her toned body and back up to see her eyes narrowing at me, though the side of her mouth quirks like she’s trying not to smile.
Ah yes, there’s my feisty Rose.
Even her feistiness has me turned on and, feeling the increasing tightness in my pants, I adjust as I walk over to let her in. I’m trying hard to remember how to breathe.
I slide the door open. She’s still narrowing her eyes at me but now the smile has broken through. “I’m not an object to be ogled, Niall,” she says, trying to sound angry but not quite pulling it off.
“Can I help it if a beautiful goddess suddenly appears on my balcony making me forget how to breathe?”
Her gaze softens as a blush of red creeps over her cheeks. “Well, when you put it that way . . .”
“You look stunning, Gwendolyn.”
Her dress hugs her in all the right places, then flows out at the bottom with a slit up to her thigh showing off her long legs. The dress is sleeveless and exposes her toned arms but wraps around her neck like a thick necklace. I know I’m staring again, but I want to run my hands all over her soft feminine features. Knowing her gorgeous body is hiding under that dress is killing me.
My gaze heats as I lock eyes with her. “Absolutely fecking stunning.”
Reaching out, I pull her in close to me, her lips searing against mine.
I break apart from her slightly, resting my forehead to hers. “If we keep this up, we’re going to be late for dinner,” I say.
“Mmhmm,” she replies breathlessly.
I kiss her forehead gently before backing up a few steps to let her in my room.
She follows, adjusting her hair in the mirror and checking her makeup. “Good, you didn’t mess anything up,” she says.
“Me?” I ask, picking up my discarded swimsuit and hanging it in the bathroom.
“Yes, you. I spent a lot of time getting ready.”
“Do you regret me kissing you?” I ask, walking back toward her, and the urge to kiss her again overwhelms me.
Shaking her head, she says, “I’m definitely not complaining, just stating a point.”
“Right, well, I’ll leave you be, for now.” I come up behind her, wrapping one hand around her waist and pulling her against me. My hardness presses up against the soft curves of her arse as she startles. Gently I move her hair as I whisper, “When I get you to myself later, that dress is going to be the first thing to go.” I kiss along her exposed shoulder and up to her neck.
She swallows, looking at me through the mirror with wanting eyes. “Is that a promise?” she whispers.
“A guarantee,” I say, locking eyes with her.
As we join the others in the Grand Promenade, there are people in all levels of attire. A majority dressed up for the formal night in various gowns, suits, and even a few tuxedos. It’s like walking into a prom but there are people of all ages.
Even little Maggie has on a princess ballgown.
“Why, princess, I didn’t know there’d be royalty here tonight!” I say in awe, reaching my hand out to her to twirl her around.
“Thank you,” Maggie says, then giggles. “You look pretty too!”
“Thank you, Maggie,” I say, seeing Gwen grinning out of the corner of my eye.
At dinner, we’re seated closely together at a large, rounded table. After ordering our meals, we chat about our days. Trent and Greg fill in the rest of the group on the WaveRider fun and the bellyflop competition.
My thoughts are all on Gwen though. How she looked in her bathing suit. Seeing her cheer me on at the bellyflop competition. And now, all dressed up in this gorgeous dress.
She shifts in her seat, and her dress falls away at the slit, exposing her leg to me. I’m immediately overcome with the urge to touch her. I slip my hand under the tablecloth so no one can see and then place my hand gently on her exposed thigh.
She jolts slightly at my touch, coughing as she inhales some water.
“You okay?” Gillian asks her.
“Mmhmm,” she responds. Then she gives me a look that screams at me to behave.
Chuckling, I turn back to the conversation, my hand never leaving her leg. Instead, I rub my thumb up and down her thigh. Her skin is so soft, so luxurious. It’s only when our meal comes that I move my hand off her so I can eat. Her face, pouting slightly at the loss, makes me grin.
“Is everything alright, G?” asks Holly, “Is something wrong with your meal?”
I chuckle lightly beside her, and she looks at me as if to scold me before looking over at her friend. Shaking her head, she replies, “No, everything is good. It’s just a little cold in here is all.”
“Tell me about it,” says Margot, who is wearing a short strapless dress. “I should have worn a long-sleeve dress. It’s freezing in this dining room!”
Holly agrees, and the group chimes in about the temperature of the room.
Leaning over to Gwen, I whisper, “You won’t be cold for long, mo ghrá . I’ll warm you up later tonight.”
She swats my side, shushing me, but the slight rose coloring of her cheeks tells me she won’t mind being warmed up at all.
As our desserts come out, Gwen tells the group, “As you all know, tomorrow night is the rehearsal dinner. We have planned activities for the bachelor and bachelorette “party” days. After breakfast in the morning, we will all split off for the day and won’t meet back up until the rehearsal at five o’clock on the Sun Deck, followed by a rehearsal dinner at Kings’ Grille, one of the ship’s specialty steakhouses. You’ll all find your activities list for anything that is prescheduled on your apps in the morning. If you have any questions for me, I’ll be just a text away.”
Everyone acknowledges the plans for tomorrow, then we split up, some people heading back to their rooms, like myself and Gwen, and others heading back to the Grand Prominade for some professional pictures.
After saying goodnight to the others, we go into our separate rooms. I tug at my tie to loosen it up, then swiftly kick off my shoes and knock on the adjoining door. Hearing her shuffling around in the room, I lean against the frame to wait.
“Hi,” Gwen says breathlessly as she swings open the door.
“Hello,” I say, my gaze landing on her bare feet. She’s kicked off her heels, and even though they looked sexy on her, the sight of her bare feet makes me swallow hard.
“Would you like to—” she starts, but I pull her into my room and against me in the span of a heartbeat.
Kissing her feels like heaven. I’ve been in agony watching her talk all evening, knowing how her lips feel against mine. My hands roam over her body, landing on the open back of the dress, and I moan into her as I trace my hand over her soft skin.
She presses against me harder, our mouths opening slightly to deepen the kiss as we taste each other again. Matching me with every kiss, every touch, every taste, she starts to unbutton my shirt, making my heart race in my chest.
I kiss her mouth, then move toward her neck, my hands roaming all over her. I want to touch everything, from her silky hair flowing down her shoulders to her soft skin. The exposed parts of her call to me and remind me of the gloriousness underneath that dress.
She undoes the last button on my shirt, leaving my loosened tie against my bare chest. I pull my shirt off as I continue to kiss her. Without hesitation, she begins to unbutton my pants, letting them fall to the floor before I step out of them completely, tripping slightly over the flipflops I’d left on the ground. I’m left in nothing but my boxer briefs and my tie.
She grabs a hold of the tie and pulls me tighter against her mouth like she can’t stand the thought of even a centimeter of space separating us. I reach up to unbuckle the top of her dress, but she swats my hand away. She pulls on my tie, leading me to the bed before spinning us around and pinning my legs against the side of the mattress. With a grin, she pushes me back, but I reach out and grab her waist, pulling her down with me.
Gwen is above me, the light like a halo around her, making her look like a beautiful angel with her dress billowing over me. The slit in her dress rides up higher to show she’s wearing nothing underneath.
I let out a growl, my breath catching in my throat at the knowledge.
She has a smirk on her face as she traces her hands over my bare chest, about to have her way with me. And I want nothing more.
The thin fabric of my boxer briefs is the only barrier between us. Gwen’s hands glide down my stomach toward the top of them, and my stomach jolts at the chill it sends through me. Her touch is maddening playing at the edges of what I want, and I groan with need, causing her to pause and glance up at me.
A wicked smile breaks across her face as she scoots back off my legs, pulling down my boxer briefs, then sitting back atop my legs once more as she takes me in her hands. I buck at the touch, unable to control myself. Her hands are soft and smooth against me, a drastic difference to how hard I’ve become. After torturing myself with being in her presence but unable to have her, I’m almost in pain with want, with need.
I take in the sight of her holding me, watching as her hands move up and down in a gentle rhythm. I’m mesmerized by her. A slip of her tongue stroking against her lips almost has me losing control. I give her a questioning look as if to ask permission and she nods slightly, it’s all the answer I need.
I sit up quickly, and she lets go of me as I take her waist in my hands and pull her on top of me, then pull the dress off over her head. She’s so wet that she slides onto my length easily. I feel her around every inch of me and it’s achingly perfect. We fit together like we were made for each other, satisfaction overcoming me.
Her skin flushing, the intensity of her gaze meets mine. Her back arches as we move in a synchronized rhythm. I’m hyperaware of every slight movement she makes.
She’s in control now, feeling the power of that control as she grows more confident. Circling her hips, her lips part as she sucks in a breath of air. She likes the friction her new movement is causing, and so do I. I push harder into her, matching her every movement. Pushing in deep as she circles forward and out as she circles back, I find an exhilarating rhythm with her. She doesn’t stop circling her hips as pleasure radiates from her, her eyes closing as she lives in this moment. I reach up and brush back her hair, her head instinctively leaning into my touch.
“ Mo ghrá , you are breathtaking,” I murmur.
“Mmmm,” she says.
I clench my jaw at the noise she makes, trying to keep it together. Our eyes locking as she glances down at me, a slow smile building as we move faster against each other. Our movements turn a little more erratic as we both start to lose control. I fight against my desires. She is the most important, and I need her to hit her release first. This right now is about her. I will do everything in my power to let her know that.
The joy on her face as we move in harmony causes me to reach between us, circling my thumb against her. She arches and moans, pressing harder against my thumb. As we reach the precipice of our desires, I only let myself lose control after she has hit her max.
After tossing a pair of sunglasses out of the way, I pull her down on the bed to lie beside me, sweeping the hair from her face. She smiles up at me and leans in to kiss me sweetly.
I love you.
I kiss her back, floored at how so much could change for me in just a week.
We fall asleep in each other’s arms.
Not too long after, I awake to Gwen kissing me softly. What a perfect way to wake up. As I kiss her back, our kiss changes, growing deeper, harder by the second. My little firecracker.
I smile into her kisses, and turn so I’m hovering over her, my breath catching at the sight of her under me. She moans into my mouth, hands roving over my chest and arms as I slide myself once more into her perfect body. She feels exquisite and tight around me as we move in sync with each other in an ebb and flow.
This time, I’m in control, and I let her know how much I want her, how much I need her. How I desire her in every way. I’m rough with need, but she meets me every step of the way, scraping her nails down my back and my arms, even leaning up to playfully bite at my lips. It drives me mad with want, my eyes closing at the feeling.
Still inside her, I bend down and kiss her lips, then her cheek, trailing down her neck and nipping at her collar. She moans in pleasure, and I almost lose it. I want her to lose herself in ecstasy, need her too, her pleasure before my need always.
I trail my lips down to her chest and take the tip of her breast in my mouth, and she jerks at the feeling. Her fingernails scrape into my scalp, pulling my head closer to her. She tastes exquisite, sweet like strawberries and cream.
I can feel a change in her movements, a whimper escaping her lips as I continue to lick and suck on her breast. Yes, do it. She sighs with pleasure as I feel her reach her max, clenching around me and causing my movements to grow faster, harder. This woman will be the death of me. The arm holding me up starts to shake from the effort but the look on her face is worth it and I find my release just after.