Chapter Fifteen
Kylie
When they pulled up in front of Louisiana Cajun Mansion Bed and Breakfast in Youngsville, a soft sound escaped her. The exterior of the B&B was gorgeous and she was already imagining what the inside looked like. When she tried to help with their luggage, Remy just gently removed her hand and shook his head at her.
“I got dis, Kitten.”
She decided it wasn’t worth the effort to argue with him and let it go. If she thought the outside of the B&B was beautiful, the inside was nothing short of breathtaking. It had such a romantic ambiance from the moment they walked in the front door.
“Welcome to Louisiana Cajun Mansion B&B. Do you have reservations?”
“Oui,cher. It’s under Mr. and Mrs. Delacroix.”
Kylie arched a brow at him and he winked at her. She wasn’t sure if he did it to ‘protect’ her reputation or because that was how he saw them in his mind. With Remy, there was no telling.
“There you are,” the front desk clerk said after a moment of looking it up on the computer. She passed over the key to their room and gave them directions to it.
Once in the room, Kylie blinked. On a table near the bed sat a tray of chocolate-covered strawberries, and a bottle of wine was chilling in an ice bucket. The walls were a deep sea green that was warm and inviting. A gold-framed mirror hung on one wall, giving the room a slightly opulent feel. There was an over-sized chair in one corner, perfect for cuddling up together in, and the four-poster, queen-sized bed was so soft, she wasn’t sure she would even want to get out of bed.
“It’s beautiful,” she murmured.
“Oui,it is.”
When she realized he was looking at her, not the room, Kylie felt her cheeks warm from the compliment. “I was talking about the room. You’ve outdone yourself, Cajun,” she teased.
Remy set their luggage down and went to her. “No’ting but da best for my girl.”
She smiled up at him before she took the initiative and leaned up to kiss him. “Thank you.” She felt his arms slip around her and she leaned into him.
“You’re welcome, Kitten.” He brushed his lips across hers for a second kiss before he moved away so he could open the bottle of wine. He poured two glasses and handed one to her. “To new beginnin’s.”
“To new beginnings,” Kylie replied and took a sip. The wine was sweet, just like she preferred it. “I get the feeling this is only the start of you wooing me.”
Remy chuckled. “Figured dat out already, eh?”
“Of course I did. Woo away,” she replied with a cheeky grin.
Remy
Every step of this plan he’d put in motion hindered on Kylie reacting favorably. So far, so good. He took several drinks of his wine before he picked up a strawberry and offered it to her. He watched, almost mesmerized, as she bit into it, then moaned at the sweetness. When her tongue flicked out to get the bit of juice that had trickled out when she bit into the berry, he had to stifle a groan. She was killing him. Did she have any idea how sexy she was?
“What are you thinking? I can practically see the wheels turning in your head.”
Remy smirked. “I was just tinkin’ about how sexy you look and wonderin’ if you even realize it.” When she rolled her eyes at him he growled. “I mean it, Kitten. You’re so fuckin’ sexy, and dat little moan you just made, you’re killin’ me here. Dat sound went straight to my cock.” He saw a flash of something in her eyes and reached out to caress her jaw. “Don’t worry, we’ll take dis as slow as you need to. Dat doesn’t mean I don’t crave you, cher. You’re like a drug and I need my fix.”
“That’s almost corny, but it’s sweet at the same time,” she replied with a laugh.
“Maybe, but it’s true, Kitten. I’m like a junkie needin’ my next fix, when it comes to you.” He reminded himself to go slow with her. This trip away was about showing her she could trust him and let him in. He wouldn’t do that if he pushed too hard, too fast.
Remy watched as Kylie moved to the bed and flopped down on it. He imagined what she would look like sprawled across the covers with her skin glowing and her hair mussed from their lovemaking.Down, boy.“Are you hungry, Kitten? We could go into Lafayette, get a bite to eat.”
“Did you have a place in mind?”
“Mm-hmm. Bon Temps Grill. I’ve heard dere food is great.”
“Then let’s go get something to eat. Then we can come back here and cuddle. And…see where we go from there.”
He didn’t miss the promise in her words. At least she was willing to try to get past all the trauma she suffered at Ezra’s hands. “No rush, and no pressure, Kitten,” he said and kissed her cheek before he escorted her out to his truck.
