“Mine too.”
His eyes search mine. “I love you.”
My heart stops.
“I’ve wanted so badly to hear those three words from you,” I whisper.
He smiles softly as he takes my face in his hands. It means so much more to me that he’s waited to say those words, because I know he truly means them.
“I love you too.” We kiss, and it’s soft and tender, filled with so much love.
My crazy party boy has manned up and tamed down. Faced his demons and won.
For me.
“I can’t imagine a life without you in it,” he murmurs against my lips.
“You’ll never have to.”
We kiss in the moonlight . . . and on the perfect night, two become one.
He loves me.
September
Copenhagen, Denmark
Who knew that this place existed?
The scenery, the nightlife, the sexy man in front of me.
The dance floor is crowded with bodies writhing to the techno beat. It’s 4:00 a.m., and with Christopher’s large hands on my hip bones, he grinds up behind me as he dances. His erection is hot and hard against my back, and his lips drop to my ear.
“I need you,” he whispers darkly as he bites my ear.
We keep dirty dancing, oblivious to the people around us. Our friends are in the club, but as usual, we’re in our own little world.
Where the rules are, there are no rules. We love sweet, and we fuck hard.
He slides his hand up my leg and between my legs on the crowded dance floor and slips his fingers in, and I smile against his neck.
He’s so naughty.
He feels how wet I am and inhales sharply and grabs my hand and drags me through the club.
Next thing I know I’m up against a wall in a service hallway with my legs around his waist, and he’s pulling my panties to the side as he slides in deep.
We stare at each other. The feeling of his thick cock deep inside me makes me moan, and he bites my bottom lip and fucks deep, hard, and fast.
Right here in the club without a care in the world.
He owns me.
November
Historic town of Gamla Stan, Sweden
Snowflakes fall on the cobblestone streets, and the colorful buildings blend into the night. This place is straight out of a fairy tale.
The room is cozy and warm, and I lie in bed and doze. I’m under the weather and not feeling the best.
I hear the key in the door, and Christopher appears with a shopping bag. “Hi, babe.”
“Hi.” I smile up at him.
“Got the supplies. Paracetamol.” He unpacks the grocery bag. “Strawberries.” He holds them up. “Tampax.” He holds up the box. “And chocolate?” He holds up a huge block of my favorite chocolate. He digs through the shopping bag and pulls out a small bar of chocolate. “This one’s for me . . . because we both know you’re not sharing yours.”
“You know it.” I smile.
He fusses about and showers and then comes and climbs into bed behind me. He puts his big warm hand tenderly over my sore stomach and kisses my temple. “You okay, baby?” he whispers.
“I am now that you’re home.”
He looks after me so well. Treats my body as if it’s his body too.