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This morning, he’d heard her orgasmic screams and he needed that again. He directed them up the stairs and toward the master suite. He didn’t bother to flip on lights. “And this would be our bedroom.”
She stepped out of his arms, walked toward the window, and opened it.
He flipped the light on to watch her as he wasn’t sure what she was doing, but then she waved for him to join her and asked, “What’s that sound?”
He crossed the room with a frown. “You shouldn’t hear the party or anything in here.”
She reached for his arm and smiled as she said, “No. Listen. It’s the ocean. It’s lovely.”
Rebecca melted the hardness inside him and his skin prickled. He stood beside her and asked, “Will you live here with me?
She nibbled her lower lip and scanned the room, taking in the white sheets on the bed with light blue trim. “This is prettier than I ever imagined.”
He pulled her closer and asked, “Is that a yes?”
“Yes. Of course.” She hugged him tighter. With Rebecca, he had everything.
Her perfume made his body harder as he wanted to see her naked, right here, right now. He forced himself to slow down. “Good. I’ll want to meet your father soon.”
Her eyes narrowed as she stepped back. “My father?”
Bart hadn’t meant to say anything like that, at least not yet. He unknotted his tie. “Yes. He cares for you, and I want him to know that I’m not like my father.”
"Not necessary." She massaged her temples. “He doesn’t know your father to compare you.”
The last thing he wanted was to scare Rebecca away. He kissed her cheek and reached for her zipper at her back. “One search on the internet will have him alarmed. And he doesn’t need to worry about you.”
She moved to help him unzip her dress but glanced over her shoulder at him as she said, “I’ll be sure he knows I'm okay. He trusts my judgment because he taught me to take care of myself.”
Success. He pulled the zipper down. Her clear skin had been made for tasting--she was addictive. He teased her body. “Good, because I’d like for you to come with me and visit Italy soon and an American woman should never go outside in Rome… by herself.”
“Why?”
“You’d be pursued by all as a goddess.”
“I don’t need that. I just want you--but what about my classes?” She didn’t move his arms away.
He kissed her neck. “Can be scheduled and arranged so you don’t miss anything you need.”
She sighed and held him tighter--her eyes blazed with desire as she said, “You’ve thought of everything.”
“I do own a jet.” They needed to work out. Everything about Rebecca created an ache only she could heal. He guided her toward the bed. “I’m hoping you’ll help me test this mattress and decide if this room has the right acoustics for you.”
“I’m not a singer,” she said before she kissed him.
Her lips were like berries he’d just discovered. He laughed and once he finished his attention on her bottom lip he said, “We’ll have to work on that scream of yours.”
“Bart!” She joined him in passion.
Their bodies uniting this morning was a good memory, but he needed another time. It was possible that he’d never get enough of Rebecca.
Chapter 11
Rebecca’s heart raced. She’d held herself back from screaming that she loved Bart while they’d been in that bed.
And hopefully this was their bed because if she didn’t wash those sheets later, someone might find out what they'd been up to.
Her recital of that old superstition probably worked in the same rationale of packing extra underwear for a trip in case you need it. She’d never needed it, but always packed it.
