Page 86 of Fake It For Love (Faux Love)
CLAIRE
Ismiled before my eyes opened. The smell of him permeated the room. It was a scent that had become synonymous with happiness.
We were in his room once again. I had been in his bed every night since the storm. We didn’t talk about it. It just was.
We had barely left his room since the night of the storm. Neither of us wanted to leave. Sex with him just got better and better. We were making up for lost time. I still couldn’t believe I had deprived myself of knowing him all these years.
What if I would have been nice to him on prom night? What if we would have discovered we liked each other? We could have been doing this the last fifteen years!
I supposed that was why I was always thinking about the next time with him. I felt as randy as two teenagers in love. We were always touching or stealing looks. Whenever we could get five minutes alone, we maximized every second.
I very carefully pulled my face off his chest and moved to rest on the pillow next to him. His thick lashes rested against the tanned skin on his face. His lips were slightly parted. There was a hint of stubble along his jaw. His hair was mussed and sticking up in various places.
He was beautiful. Handsome. Not beautiful. I had told him once I thought he was a beautiful human specimen and he cringed. So, handsome it was. Sexy, too. Hot. I could go on and on with adjectives to describe him.
The last two days had been amazing. We were stuck together like glue, and I loved it. This was what it was like to be consumed by someone. I had never experienced this feeling before. It felt like I had finally joined the club. I understood why Norah always wanted to be with Tony. It just all made sense.
But today, we had to leave our bubble. Tonight was Norah’s bachelorette party. I hoped this wasn’t the end of this thing we built in this room. Being with him was what mattered most to me. I didn’t give a shit about the money. I would find another way.
It still felt wrong to even think about taking it. He was insistent, but I wasn’t sure I could accept that kind of money from him. Not for this. It dirtied it. Money would cheapen what we had found together. I was planning on approaching the subject with him one more time. So far, he shut me down every time I suggested I not take it.
“You’re up,” he said in a thick voice.
“Are you up?” I teased.
“Are you naked and in my bed?” he replied.
“Yes.”
“Then, I’m up,” he said. He opened his eyes and looked at me. “Good morning.”
“Good morning.”
His warm brown eyes were always so full of tenderness. The softness in his eyes did not quite match the strength and size of his body. “Want to get up or call in sick?”
“Call in sick,” I said.
“Tonight’s the parties, right?” he asked.
“Yes.”
“Let’s call and say you’re sick. You’re sick and I have to take care of you. It’s my turn to play doctor.”
I groaned. “So tempting, but I can’t. I have to be there. I’m the maid of honor. She would probably prop me up in the corner with a hundred-and five-degree fever.”
“Fine, but can we take care of the issue at hand?”
I slid my hand down his flat stomach and wrapped it around the erection. “Would this be the issue you’re speaking of?”
“It would be.”
I slid my body over his and straddled him. My need for him already had me wet and ready. I bent forward with my breasts brushing over his chest. He groaned and rubbed his hands up my arms. I kissed him and continued to tease him until neither of us could hold back. We took a leisurely shower and dressed before heading to the restaurant at the resort to get breakfast.
We made our way to a table and sat down. I noticed the people watching us. I didn’t care. We both ordered coffee, juice, and a big-ass breakfast. Our food was delivered, and we were halfway through it when Norah appeared out of nowhere. “You’re alive!” she squealed.
“I texted you yesterday,” I said.
“I know, but I wasn’t sure. I didn’t have visual confirmation.”
