Page 139 of My Destiny
“John asked if he could order the flowers for tonight,” he says, nodding at the arrangement in my hand. “It’s uncanny that he bought yellow roses, since I didn’t request a specific type of flower.”
The smile on my face grows because I know exactly why he chose them. “They were my mother’s favourite flowers,” I reply, placing them down on the table and turning in his arms.
“Wow, I didn’t know that.”
“John used to buy them for her when they were together.”
“Really? And now I buy them for you. How weird.”
“I wouldn’t say weird.” I place my lips on his as I revel in the extraordinary circumstances that have lead me to where I am in this moment, to a life I could’ve only once dreamt about. “Do you know how happy you make me, Mr. Cavanagh?”
“Even if it’s only a fraction of the joy you’ve given me over the past few months, then yes.” He cups my face in his hands before continuing. “I’ve lived thirty-two years without you, and it’s only taken me a few short months to realise the rest of my life would be nothing without you in it.”
“I feel the exact same way.” I’ve survived many heartaches over the years, but I’m certain if I ever lost him, it would break me. “Can we stay here tonight?” I ask.
“Sure, if you want to.”
Releasing him from my embrace, I grab his hand and lead him out of the studio and into the foyer. Although home is mere minutes from here, it’s too far. I need this man right now.
When we reach the bottom of the landing, he scoops me into his arms and takes the stairs two at a time. It seems he’s feeling just as desperate as I am.
The moment we reach the private sanctuary he set up for me, he places me back on my feet. “This tie has been burning a hole in my pocket all evening,” he says, sliding it out of his pocket.
“Why?” I ask, giving him an inquisitive look. When he raises an eyebrow and gives me a sexy smirk, the conversation in the limousine earlier springs to mind. “Oh!”
“Turn around,” he orders, and I do as he asks. My body trembles with anticipation as he covers my eyes, and secures the blindfold from behind. The room is mostly silent, and all I can hear is my own erratic breathing as I await his next move.
The sound of his shoes against the wooden floor fills my ears as he starts to move. “Hot Stuff,” I whisper as my longing for his touch intensifies.
“Shh,” he utters, leaning in towards my ear. His warm breath against my skin makes it pebble with goosebumps.
“You’re teasing me.”
“And you love it.” He continues on his path, making circles around me. “Lift your arms in the air.” I feel like his prey awaiting the attack.
Moments pass before I feel his featherlike touch against my side, as he slowly and meticulously draws down the zipper of my dress. His fingers skim across my shoulder as he gently pushes the fabric down my arm, and I hear him take in a sharp breath the moment the garment pools around my feet, exposing my sheer, baby blue strapless lace bra and matching g-string. I bought them today especially for him.
“Beautiful,” he murmurs, leaning in to me once more. He brushes his lips softly against mine, but when I reach for him, he steps back. “Hands by your side.” His words come out like a command.
Seconds pass, and I hear clicking. Listening intently, I try to identify the sound. “Are you taking photos of me?”
“Yes. You have no idea how good you look standing here like this.” He places his mouth back to my ear. “You’re a walking fucking wet dream,” he grates out, making me shiver. I tilt my head back and whimper when he runs his finger from the base of my bra to the waistband of my underwear. “Every single inch of you.” I take in a sharp breath when his fingertips disappear underneath the fabric, and I ache for him to go lower.
He falls to his knees and circles my belly button with his tongue. The sensation is almost too much. My other senses seemed heightened by my loss of sight. “Please touch me,” I beg.
“Quiet.”
“But you’re slowly killing me.”
His strong hands grip my hips as he turns me around, and I yelp when he bites my arse cheek. It sends a combination of pain and pleasure surging through me.
His movements suddenly become desperate, and he yanks my underwear down and turns me once more. Grasping one of my ankles and raising my foot slightly off the floor, he removes my high heel, followed by my underwear. A smile tugs at my lips when he continues to lift that same leg higher, before resting it on his shoulder. ‘Thank god,’ I silently chant. I wasn’t sure if I could stand much more of his taunting.
He places his palm on my inner thigh to spread me wide as he blows warm air against my sensitive flesh. “I love how flexible you are,” he mumbles before his mouth finally bears down on me.
“Hot Stuff,” I breathe as my hands fist in his hair to hold him in place. He’s like a starved man at an all-you-can-eat buffet, but I’m not complaining.
“You taste so good.”
