Page 60 of The Seven Month Itch
Justice
Joy.
Indescribable joy.
It’s what surges through my chest and takes my breath away. I want to pinch myself but resist the urge to wake up from this dream. One I prayed for with my heart but denied with my mind. A dream I never thought would happen because in life you wait for the other shoe to drop. Any minute now, I’ll come to my senses and realize I’m tucked away in bed, not sitting on the edge of it, gazing at a man who continues to seal my heart with his.
Terrence stands in nothing but a white towel. His back is to me, showcasing muscles with complicated names that have become an obsession, along with his forearm veins and those juicy buns. My ovaries jump in a frenzy when he winks over his shoulder and rattles off our breakfast order to room service. The self-control I have not to lick him from his abs to his biceps is at a minimum.
Who am I?
He hangs up the phone and eyes me with a knowing look. “Ready for another round, Mrs. Reyes?” There’s a playfulness in his tone.
Why, yes. Yes, I am.
My body hums at the promise of another orgasm. I have the biggest grin on my face and even bigger sex hair.Mrs. Reyes. The moniker radiates throughout my body and leaves me breathless. I want to bottle the yearning in his gaze and seal it to my heart forever. Terrence makes me come alive, unafraid and unashamed to let myself fall into the pleasures of our love.
The look I give him from under my lashes is one of innocence we both know is long gone. “Yes, Mr. Reyes.” Inch by inch, I lower my robe to expose myself. He stares down at my breasts and rubs his jaw. God, I’m so hungry for this man. Last night was… Well, there are no words. But I want more.
His eyes darken in an appreciative scan of my body that starts at my toes and travels to my lips. “Put your hands on the headboard and spread wide for me.”
Here we go again.
The rest of the morning came and went in a blur. I fell asleep after breakfast, which gave Terrence enough time to go back to his room for few items. I didn’t think I was out for long, but I woke up next to him typing away on his laptop.
“Hey there, sleepyhead.”
The towel is gone. In its place is a pair of gray sweats coupled with a white thermal and his gold chain. If there’s one thing sexier than this man in a towel, it’s watching him in his business element. I’m in no rush to move. Not on a Sunday morning on vacation, and not with him in my bed.
Ingraysweatpants.
The scent of citrus and bergamot lures me to turn to its source. Heat pools between my legs. If I keep this up, I won’t walk for a week. His computer will have to do as a distraction. “Work?”
He nods, deep in thought, with his eyes fixed on the screen. “Yeah. I’m closing a deal on a property and have to look over some contracts.”
Property? That’s news to me. I had no idea he was into real estate. Then again, we haven’t spoken in seven months. “Sounds promising. What’s it for?”
“A training facility in Austin so clients can come to me for a change. I’ll still have to travel from time to time, but this will allow me to be home more. I also want to start an institute there for student athletes. Possibly some type of summer camp for kids who love sports but can’t afford fees.”
“That’s amazing.” I sit up and press my lips over his. “You’re amazing.” Another kiss. “I can’t wait to see it come to life.”
The smile he gives me grips my heart. “Thanks, Jay. That means a lot.” He readjusts his laptop so I can snuggle against his broad chest. My own personal space heater. The smoothness of his skin evens out his rigid muscles pressed underneath his shirt.
“Is there a reason you want to cut down on travel?” He can’t pack a suitcase to save his soul, and he hates airplane snacks but loves exotic destinations.
“There is.”
“What?”
His eyes lock on mine. “You.”
This man.
“I love you, baby.”
“I love you more.”
Room service gets another call by one o’clock. We spend half the day in bed. A little work. Lots of rustling sheets. Andchurch. Oh yes. Saints we’re not, but our faith is another vine that connects us. Terrence couldn’t stop staring at me after we discovered my new church is the one he watches on his computer when he’s out of town. What are the chances?
