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Brooks surprised me this morning by instructing me to pack a bag.
Carried away in his excitement, I hastily packed while he waited outside in the courtyard.
I had no idea where he was taking me, so I selected a few random items along with a new lacy red bra and panties set I had purchased yesterday.
It wasn’t a long drive, only an hour or so, but he refused to tell me where we were going.
As we pulled into the parking lot of a beautiful little bed and breakfast, it took every ounce of self-control I had not to burst into tears.
Now I’m sitting by the bay window, looking out into our private garden, wearing the softest robe I’ve ever laid my hands on, while Brooks is in the bathroom running a bath. My phone begins to ring, startling me. I look at the screen and see Luna’s name.
“Where are you? Did you want to come over for game night? We’re playing board games,” she says, and I can practically hear the eye roll in her tone.
“Sorry, I can’t. Brooks brought me to a bed and breakfast for the night,” I whisper into the phone. Movement across the room catches my attention, and I look over to see Brooks come out of the bathroom. “I gotta go,” I say hastily, hanging up the call.
“It’s ready,” he says, taking a bottle of champagne and two glasses from the fridge before disappearing back through the door.
I stand and eagerly follow him into the bathroom.
A large, round spa bath, filled with steaming water, sits in the corner of the room, which is lined with cream and white tiles.
Lit tea candles and red rose petals decorate the edging of the tub.
Brooks places the bottle of champagne into an ice bucket and walks towards me, placing his hands on the tie of my robe, tugging at it and letting it fall open.
I look up into his brown eyes, and a sexy smile appears on his face as his seductive dimples appear.
He puts his hands on my shoulders, sliding the robe down my arms until it drops to the floor at my feet.
“You’re beautiful,” he whispers, raking his eyes up and down my naked body.
I look away, trying to hide the instant blush that has warmed my cheeks.
He places his hand on my chin, lifting my head to force me to look at him.
He brings his lips to mine, and my body involuntarily shivers.
I tug at the tie around his robe as he lifts his hands to remove it.
I pull his body closer. The heat instantly sends me wild, and all I can think about is him being inside me.
Pulling his hand with me, I step into the deep spa bath and look back at him, hoping that I’m coming off as seductive and not at all like an uncoordinated donkey.
I slowly lower myself into the bath, and he follows, sitting across from me.
“Champagne?” he asks, leaning back to grab the bottle. I smile and nod as he pours two glasses and reaches over to hand me one. Before I know it, my glass is empty, and my head is swimming in champagne bubbles. I welcome the liberation that alcohol brings.
“I love you,” I say, placing my now-empty glass on the edge of the bath.
I prop myself up and make my way towards Brooks.
He takes my face in his warm hands and brings my lips to his.
My body gives in, tasting the delicious champagne on his tongue.
I straddle his lap, and he lets out a groan as I begin to rock my hips.
“I love you so much,” I whisper again breathlessly, lacing my fingers through his wet hair and gently massaging the back of his head.
I kiss down his chin, onto his neck, and I know I’ve hit the right spot when he lets out another groan, this time louder.
He guides himself inside me, filling me.
My back arches and my head tips back as I give in to every sensation and let the passion take over my body.
Sitting in between Brooks’ legs, in post-orgasmic bliss, with my back resting up against his chest, he gently traces his fingertips up and down my arm. I look at his glistening bicep and see his beautiful tattoo. My fingers trace over the words as he clears his throat.
“Abigail?” he asks, his voice serious.
“Hmm,” I reply, resting my head back on his shoulder so I can look up at him. A rush of anticipation surges through my body, causing my heart to pound against my ribs.
“I know I don’t say the words, but you know how I feel about you, right?” Water drips from his wet hair onto his beautiful face, and I try to keep calm. Is he finally telling me that he loves me?
“Yes, of course I do.”
Arching my back, I push my lips up to the side of his neck and gently kiss his throat.
He brings his hand under my chin, and I wish we could make this single moment last forever.
He gazes down at me and softly kisses my lips.
His free hand gently brushes down my arm and onto my stomach.
My body twitches, and he lets out a laugh, positioning his hand between my legs.
A pleasure-filled sigh escapes my lips as I bury my face back into his neck and continue kissing, hoping to hear his intoxicating groans again.