Page 80 of Falling Inn Love
“Alright, here is the code to your cottage. Let us know if you need anything, and I hope you enjoy your stay with us.” She smiles and slides over a card.
“Thank you,” we reply and head out.
As we step outside, Beth beams. “Oh my gosh, Evan. I am so excited for this.”
“Right? We can get ideas, relax, and have some time for us to be alone.”
“It was so hard being quiet at Cara and Steve’s. Do you think they heard us?”
I just give her a look.
Her face reddens but her eyes darken as she leans up to kiss me.
“You can be as loud as you want here. We’ll never see these people again. Hopefully,” I add with a smirk.
We step into our cottage to find our bags have already been set in the corner.
Our bedroom has a gorgeous view of the countryside and we have our own private back porch with an outdoor fireplace.
“Evan, look at this,” Beth exclaims as I step out onto the porch. A bottle of champagne is chilling in a bucket, surrounded by rose petals. “You did this for me?” she asks, her gaze melting into me.
“Of course. I love you, Beth. I’d do anything for you.”
“I’m going in the hot tub,” she says. I can barely keep it together as she strips down to her bra and panties. My gaze drops from her eyes to her shoulders to her breasts, and suddenly her bra and panties are on the ground, too.
I ache for her touch. I want to stay in this cottage here in Texas and soak her in for a long time, but I know I get her forever now. She’s mine, and she’s coming home.
She steps into the hot tub. I turn the jets on and strip down as well. I can’t join her because of the transplant surgery, but I can soak my feet.
She gasps in delight. “This feels so good.” She puts her arms up on the ledge and leans in to kiss me.
“How would you feel if our guests were lounging in a hot tub naked at our inn?” she asks with a laugh.
Our inn.Yeah, I like the sound of that.
“I don’t think I’d want to know.” I chuckle.
“Fair enough.”
I crack open the champagne and pour her a glass. A couple of bottles of water are on ice there as well so I open one and take a swig.
She takes the glass and sits beside me. Her hands trace my tattoos on my biceps and chest.
“What do these mean?” she asks as her fingers trace them, and my body aches for her touch.
“I just liked them. I got them done when I was in the Marines. It was the cool thing to do, I guess,” I say. “I like them, though. To me, they’re art.”
“I like them, too,” she says as she reaches over and pulls me closer. She is the most beautiful woman I’ve ever seen.And I get to call her mine.
She kisses me deeply and I kiss her back until we’re both breathless.
Finally, I can’t take it anymore, and I pull her up and out of the water and we grab towels as we head into the luxurious tiled shower. I turn the water on and pull her in, wrapping my arms around her and pulling her up, her legs circling me. I kiss her as a sense of urgency takes over and my hands go down her body, pulling her hips in closer to me as I kiss down her neck and groan as I pull her closer.
“Beth…” I say as I reach down and cup her bottom, pulling her even tighter.
“I need you, Evan. Now,” she says with equal urgency and pulls herself tighter to me.
I push back and enter her slowly. I pull her closer and tighter until her hands grip my back and she moans. “Evan…”
