Lily let go with her mouth but kept her hand around me and my mind blanked as the orgasmexplodedthrough me. There was no other descriptor for it.
Shuddering, I melted into the mattress in deep, languid satisfaction. My racing pulse rushed in my ears.
Opening my eyes, I looked down to find Lily sat off to the side, a wide, amused look on her face.
“Bloody hell,” I muttered, slightly stunned by the force of my climax.
“I’ll say.” She snorted. “I had to move out of the way, or I’d have cum in my hair right now. That was a geyser of a climax, Mr. Thorne.”
Laughing, I scrubbed a hand over my face, trying to ease out of my sex daze. Finally, I dropped my hand. “Come here, Sawyer.”
Smiling, she moved across the bed. I drew her against me, kissing her softly before she cuddled into my chest. “You liked it?”
Now it was my turn to snort. “Was the geyser not evidence of such? The important question is whetheryouliked it?”
“I did.” She turned to look up at me, her dimples appearing with her smile. “It was sexy. I felt good making you feel good.”
Such overwhelming adoration flooded me, I momentarily couldn’t breathe with it. “Do you even know how much I love you?”
“I’m starting to get the impression it’s a lot.” Her dimples deepened.
“And these.” I reached out, brushing my thumb over the indents in her cheeks. “I’m obsessed with these.”
“You are?” Her smile widened with pleasure.
“From the moment you first smiled at me with those dimples, I was a goner for you, Sawyer. I’ve never believed in love at first sight until I met you.”
Her eyes widened. “You didn’t love me at first sight.”
“I did. I was just too stupid to realize it.”
“It was attraction.”
“It wasn’t,” I insisted. “I mean, it was … but it was more. It was like a sixth sense. Like my instincts recognized you were the one. Maybe even before we met. When I was listening to you on the podcast, I … I had to meet you. Then I did and I couldn’t let you go. Why do you think I carried on that stupid charade? Or why I went to such trouble to get you to be my friend? I know it’s bloody cheesy but, my soul knew before my brain did that you’re the love of my life.”
Emotion brightened Lily’s eyes, tears trembling on her lashes. “You’re the love of my life too.”
I let out a shaky exhale. “It all worked out well for us, then. Thank fuck.”
She reached up, her laughter tremoring against my lips as we kissed.
It was the best kiss of my entire damn existence.
CHAPTER FORTY-SEVEN
LILY
Sebastian’s family’s villa was nestled in the countryside not far from L’Isle-sur-la-Sorgue. It had views of the rugged, green-topped Vaucluse hills and was fifteen miles from Avignon Airport. Sebastian drove me and most of the luggage in a rented SUV, while Harry drove Zac, Sierra, and Maddie in another rented vehicle.
When my boyfriend pulled up to his family’s vacation home, it reminded me how vastly different our economic backgrounds were. La Villa Aux Épines (renamed for their family name Thorne) was actually a large, five-bedroom Provençal farmhouse on a plot big enough for ample outdoor living and an impressive pool.
Sebastian took my hand and led me inside, eager as a wee kid to show it off to me. And I could see why. It was all flagstone floors, wooden beams, and impressive stone fireplaces merged beautifully with modern styling. The farmhouse kitchen was like something out of a magazine and all the bedrooms were generously sized.
“This is ours for the week.” He tugged me into the primary suite. There was a modern four-poster bed and a generous ensuite with marble tiles and an enormous claw-footed tub. A set of sliding doors led straight out to the pool from the bedroom.
“It’s a dream.”
“You like?”
