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We find each other’s lips, panting breaths coming from both of us. Hard violent kisses slow to soft, beautiful, warm lips just touching. He lowers me down and, when I think it’s over, he picks up my shampoo and washes my hair, massaging my shoulders and gently rubbing my back until all the suds have gone. I really want to wash him too, but my legs are like jelly and I need to lie down.
It’s like he reads my mind. Strong arms lift me up like a baby, and he takes me back to the bedroom laying on the bed. He grabs the comforter from the bottom and pulls it over the both of us as we lie in each other arms. No words, just beating hearts. When he kisses me on the head, I don’t feel aggrieved.
I feel loved.
Chapter 49
West
Holdingherinmyarms, all the emotion of the past few weeks comes barrelling in. I can’t let her go. I don’t want to let her go. She’s the most amazing person I have ever met, and the sex? Well, it feels just like it should. It feels so good, perfect. It feels like nothing I have ever felt before. I think I’m truly in love, and the only thing that scares me is that she doesn’t feel the same. I don’t know how she couldn’t but, hell, it’s a possibility. I lie there mulling over everything when I realise we will miss our dinner reservations if we don’t move.
“Come on, you horny little sex machine, we need to get dressed and head out. I’m still taking you out on a date. Even if it’s a bit backward.” I laugh as I slide out of the bed.
“Argh, really? Can’t we just eat in here? I know what I could eat.” she smirks.
“Nope, Ms. Smith, you are coming out with me tonight, whether you like it or not.” She raises an eyebrow at my demand but then laughs and starts getting ready.
Once I’m ready, I head downstairs with a real pep to my step. A short time later, I hear her coming down the staircase.
“See you guys later,” I say to North and Kara, who have settled on watching a movie. North is still not up to going out and about until his stitches are removed and Kara, well, she’s like his personal bodyguard and waitress.
I chuckle to myself as I head for the stairs. I’m not fully prepared for what I see coming down them though. Sutton in a black evening dress. Just short enough to show off her amazing legs, but not too short. Enough cleavage on display to keep my interest all night, but not too much to show anything more than is decent. Her hair is flowing and moving like a bloody hair care advert. Fuck, she is beautiful. The most beautiful woman in the world. I need this woman in my life. I’d die without her.
The car is outside with the driver. I picked the Bentley for tonight. I want her to feel special. I want her to realise how important she is. I planned this because this afternoon, I felt like things were not as good as they could be between us, and I wanted to show her how much I cared.
Well, West, she certainly turned the tables on you.
I smile to myself again. I don’t think I can ever remember being this happy, this satisfied, and this in love.
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“Good evening, Mr. McGarry. Your table is ready and is through here.” The greeter takes us through to a nice table towards the back. We are not in a private area, but it’s secluded and romantic. I didn’t want to hide her away any longer, and I thought she could do with a change of scenery, too.
I pull out her chair and we sit before the waiter hands us the menus. The waiter hangs around, and I ask for two cocktails whilst we decide what to eat. That will determine what wine we choose. I look through the menu and my heart sinks. It’s all in French. I don’t want Sutton to feel inferior in any way, so I ask if she wants me to order for us both. She looks over and looks a little uncomfortable.
“Not really. You might pick something I don’t like. Like snails. How anyone can eat them is beyond me.” She smiles, but I know she’s serious.
“Do you need any help with the menu?” I ask nervously, mentally berating myself.
Fucking hell, West, get a grip man. It was only an hour ago you were balls deep in her. You can’t fuck this up so easily.
“Nope, I’m fine,” she replies. She’s got this real wicked grin going on and a sparkle in her eyes that just sets my dick on fire. She eyes the menu once more and places it on the table.
“Have you decided what you’re having?” she asks. So, I tell her in English. She nods, and give me a wicked smile.
The waiter approaches the table and asks if we are ready to order. I nod and Sutton smiles. I’m just about to speak when she gives the waiter our orderin French. I sit with my mouth gaping like a goldfish. She even orders the winein French. I now understand the wicked grin. She was playing me. This woman just keeps getting better and better. She keeps me on my toes and keeps reminding me that she is not some fragile flower.
“So, you speak French, then?” I ask with my eyebrow raised.
“Fluently,” she responded. “Kara and I had a French friend in school.” She smirked. “I was just relieved it wasn’t a Spanish or Italian restaurant, or I’d have been fucked.” She laughed.
When the meal was over, we sat with our wine before the waiter approached.
“I’m so sorry, Mr. McGarry. Someone has tipped off the press. They are outside and surrounding the entrance. I’ve called the police, but as they are not breaking the law, they won’t be able to move them on too far.” He looks really pissed off. “I can try to get you out the back through the kitchen if it helps or you can stay here till they have gone. They might get bored.” He tilts his head as if to say “and pigs might fly.”
I look at Sutton to see what she wants to do. “It’s okay, err, Frank, is it?” She read his name from his name badge. He nods to confirm. “Okay, Frank. This is how it’s going to go. Call the police back and tell them not to bother. They have more important things to do and people to save. West and I are going to leave through the front door together with our heads held high. If you could please ask the press to agree on a spokesperson, we will answer three questions when we leave in thirty minutes. In return, we ask that they give us clear passage to our vehicle. If they don’t agree, we will not answer any questions, and I will have them arrested for assault if they so much as touch my coat.”
She looks at me for approval, but she doesn’t need it. Frank then looks at me, and I nod. What else can I do? The woman knows her own mind and, to be fair, it’s not a bad plan.
