Page 102 of The Accidental Wife

“You make me dizzy with your love, Miss Hart,” I admit kissing her deeply once more before we walk back to the hotel. It was so hard keeping my hands to myself until we got to the suite. I let the butlers have the rest of the night off, tipping them five-hundred pounds each, telling them we no longer required their assistance for the night.

The doors click shut, and I look at Shayla, who stood watching me. I walk over to her and gather her in my arms and press my forehead to hers. “Shall we have a shower first, get the seawater off our skin,” I ask, and she smiles, closing her eyes when I trail soft kisses along her jaw.

“Mhm,” She lustfully sighs when I graze my nails lightly down her back. Something I figured out she loved a while ago. I take her hand and lead her to the bathroom with the walk-in shower.

We undress one another unhurriedly, lips a breath apart, eyes interlocked, hands caressing one another. I pull her under the spray with me, cupping her face in my hands, and kiss her till we’re both breathless. Shayla’s hands run down my chest while she kisses me back. I walk her backwards, till she’s up against the wall. She gasps when the cold tiles touches her back, goosebumps break out all over her body. I smile against her lips when she shivers a little, and she opens her eyes and looks up at me, her fingers caressing my face. “Please let your beard grow back.” She whispers.

“You prefer me with a beard?” I ask, and she nods, smiling beautifully.

“You look good clean-shaven too, but you just look even sexier with a beard.” She explains, peppering kisses along my jaw.

“Miss Hart, you think I’m sexy?” I tease her with a grin, and she blushes and bites her bottom lip looking up at me through her lashes.

“So damn sexy,” She whispers against my lips, kissing me softly.

I groan and squeeze her hips gently as I gaze into her eyes, “You’re the sexy one. Your beauty is dazzling, baby.” Shayla smiles and kisses my pulse point. I close my eyes and moan, tilting my head back, giving her more room while she leisurely licks up my throat. “Goddamn baby.”

I lift her into my arms, and she wraps her legs around my waist as I press her into the wall and like two magnets, our lips fuse, and we kiss passionately; our tongues brush, and we moan. I can honestly kiss this girl forever and never get enough. Is it even possible to feel someone’s love through a kiss? She kisses with such devotion it takes my breath away and warms my heart. I’m genuinely obsessed with her.

I make love to her in the shower, and I watch in delight as she climaxes, my name on her lips. I carry her to the bedroom and lay her on the bed before I cover her body with my own, and we continue making love for hours, in every position we could get into without losing contact for a second, tending to one another’s needs. I thought the night we spent together in Nice during the storm was the best moment we’ve shared, but having her gaze into my eyes and hearing her whisper that she loves me while we make love was something else altogether.

I brush my lips over hers and lace our fingers as we rock together slow, “God, Shay, I love you so much,” I pant. “Come with me baby.” I plead huskily, pushing deeper into her, and she whimpers, rocking her hips up. I feel her tighten around me before she goes over and takes me with her. Her walls flutter and clamp down on me hard, milking me with every sinfully delicious spasm of her orgasm. “Ohhh yes, yes, Shayla,” I gasp, and she kisses me deeply as I explode deep inside her. I still when my own orgasm rips through me, and I spill my hot cum into her. Shayla rocks her hips up, drawing out every pulse, every wave of my blissful climax. “Fuck.” I pant.

I collapse on top of her breathless, kissing her neck while she caresses my back, panting herself. I can feel her heart hammering against my chest as I’m sure she could feel mine on hers. We lay there for a while till our breathing shallowed, just whispering to one another.

I look down into her eyes, my fingers stroking her hair. “I don’t know how I’ve survived as long as I have without your love, baby,” I tell her, and she holds my gaze for a long moment.

“Me either.” She confesses. I smile and kiss her nose gently.

“I’m never letting you go again.” I declare, and Shayla sighs heavily, closing her eyes. “What is it, baby?”

She opens her eyes and peers up at me, “I was afraid we’d end up in bed together at some point on this trip; I didn’t expect it to happen like this but, we should have waited to sleep together. You’re still in a relationship with another girl Cole. Whether you love her or not, you’ve just cheated on her, and I’ve become the other girl.”

“Shayla, you’re not the other girl. You’re the girl, the only girl. I’m going to speak to Sophie and end it as soon as we’re back home. You’re all I want, Shayla. I don’t want to think about anything but us for the rest of this trip. I want to enjoy every second I have alone with you. Can we just put a pin in all other problems till we get back to London?” I say, and she looks uncertain but exhales slowly and nods.

“Okay, yeah, I guess we can.” I smile and kiss her softly. I trail my fingers down her sides, and she giggles, squirming. “Stop that.” She mumbles against my lips, and I grin, gathering her arms up, I pin them above her head and lean down and brush my lips along her ribs where she’s ticklish, she half moans half laughs.

“Ahhh, Cole!” She squirms chuckling. “Stop, baby, stop.” She laughs hysterically.

“It’s going to cost you. Say you love me, then I’ll stop.”

She laughs, “I love you! I love you so much! Please, ah!” I chuckle and look down at her, and she pulls her hands free from my hold, and she picks up the pillow and slams it in my face. “You’re evil.”

I laugh and pull the pillow off my face and look at her. “Hey, no abusing the boyfriend.” I tease, and Shayla looks at me.

“Boyfriend? Where? I can’t see him?” She says, looking around the room. I scowl at her, and she smirks cheekily. “Oh, you meant you. You’re my boyfriend now, are you?”

I sit up and pull her up into my arms, so she was straddling me. “Damn right, I am,” I whisper just before I kiss her hard and possessive.

“Isn’t it strange that you went from being my ex-husband to my boyfriend?” Shayla wraps her arms around my neck and kisses me while I laugh.

“We’re anything but traditional honey.” I burr against her lips, and Shayla nods.

“You may be right, Lord Hoult.”

I cackle at the nickname. “Never thought I’d be so happy to hear that nickname, my mini muffin.” Shayla gasps when I spank her bum and rolls her eyes.

“Oh god, is that back?” She groans, and I laugh, nodding and roll her over onto her back and kiss her hard.

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