Hubert was with us, and a few ofhis staff were there to greet us, including Michael, who pulled me in for a hug as I approached.
“I have missed your enjoyment of my food.” His accent had changed again, and now I didn’t have a cluewhat language he was studying.
Ive shook his hand.
“What would you like for this evening’s meal?” Michael asked.
“Steak and potatoes.”
I’d come to realize quite quickly that my husband loved his steak and potatoes. The only other meal he favored was a good burger and fries. Of course the cheeseburger was always a beef one, and he loved lots of cheese.
“And for my lady?” Michael asked.
“Surprise me.”
The chef winked at me and I smiled. In that moment, I felt like I had returned home, and that was a damn fine feeling. I didn’t want it to end, not ever.
“Come on,” Ive said, taking hold of my hand, and we entered his country home.
I noticedinstantly that my sticky labels were still in place.
Hubert took the lead as he made his way upstairs. Ive gave him a few seconds as he dismissed the staff. Once that was done, he kept hold of my hand as we made our way upstairs toward the main bedroom. This wasn’t the room I had stayed in before.
Hubert dropped the suitcases on the bed, and then turned to leave. He didn’t look at either of us.
“This isn’t my bedroom,” I said.
Ivan’s decision to send us on a honeymoon had been rather quick. I wasn’t prepared at all, but I didn’t freak out. I remained calm. Cassie got enough notice to say goodbye, and long enough to ask if she could stick around for a bit, and that was exactly what she did.
“I know,” Ive said, keeping hold of my hand.
I turned my attention toward him. Some of his blond hair had fallen across his eyes.
“We shared a bedroom at my penthouse, I figured we could continue to share a bed here.”
“Ask him if he wants to have sex with you.”
Cassie’s advice flittered through my mind. I’d stayed inIve’s bed at his penthouse suite, and the truth was, I loved having his arms wrapped around me, and I didn’t want that to stop. I had no problem sharing a bed, but I did want other things.
Seconds passed and he didn’t say a word. That wasn’t good. I needed him to speak for me to know that my words had been registered. Lifting my gaze to his, I saw him staring at me.
There wasn’t much distance between us, but he closed the small gap. I had no choice but to tilt my head back to look at him. I was much smaller than him.
“You want to have sex with me?” he asked.
“Yes.”
“Are you sure?”
“Yes, I’m sure.”
Ive dropped his lips to mine. “Then I guess we’re both sharing a bed.”
I loved the feelings that traveled down my spine. This wasn’t fear. I’d felt that this was something else-pleasure. I didn’t want his kisses to stop.
I licked my lips as I looked up at him and then reached out, grabbed his jacket, pulled him down, and kissed his lips again. I loved his lips but I also loved his hands. It was hard to choose which I loved the most. His lips were hard and yet soft at the same time. They felt amazing against my lips and I couldn’t help but think how good they were going to feel on my body.
His hands were not soft, they were hard and yet each time he touched me, they only showed tenderness, and I liked that. I never felt the need to cower away from him.
Ive put one of his hands at my waist and with the other he cupped my cheek, slowly sliding back and sinking into my hair. I didn’t want him to stop touching me. I loved the feel of him so much.
The bedroom door was closed. No one would disturb us. We had some time before dinner. Michael always liked a lot of time to prepare and I was ready.
Letting go of his jacket, I slid my hands inside, and worked them up toward his shoulders so that I could push it off. Ive didn’t stop me. My heart was pounding.
I’d expected him to stop me at any minute, but I was able to get his jacket off. Next, I worked on his crisp white shirt. They are always spotless, pure white. Working each button open, I stripped that away from his body, and ran my hands over his chest. This time, I stopped myself, pulling back and staring into his eyes.
“If you want to stop that’s up to you,” he said.
He was giving me control. My lipswere so dry.
I don’t even know how I kept going because the truth was, I didn’t have aclue what I was doing. I was going based on what I’d seen in the movies and just on instinct. Cassie had told me that worked a lot, but I had my doubts.
Itdidn’t take too long to remove his shirt, but now, it was his pants. I was still fully dressed. I felt myself start to panic, but I quickly dropped the coat I was wearing to the floor.
Ive, seeming to know what I was going through, released a chuckle, grabbed the straps of my dress, and pulled me close.