“Zane…” she breathes.
I step inside with her, close the door, and kiss her before she can say anything else. Not a frantic or desperate kiss, but a slow, grounding reminder that she’s my light.
She melts into my arms, giving me all of her as always. I help her out of her coat, then everything else, piece by piece. She lets me, her hands staying on me the whole time, as if she needs the contact as much as I do.
“Time for a bath, little mouse,” I murmur against her lips.
She groans but doesn’t protest when I guide her toward the bathroom. Steam curling through the air when I open the door engulfs us. The bath is already drawn, the water still gently rippling. I make a mental note to tip the staff more than usual. They didn’t ask questions when I requested all of this to be ready on such short notice. They just made it happen.
Georgia steps closer to the tub, eyes soft, shoulders finally lowering like she’s letting the day go. I help her in first, then quickly take off my clothes and settle behind her. She snuggles into my arms immediately, a soft, content sigh leaving her lips.
“I love you, Zane,” she says quietly. “I love you so much.”
“I love you, little mouse.”
I grab the bottle from the edge of the tub and squeeze some of the contents onto my palm. I lather her back slowly. I let my hands roam her body, pausing occasionally to caress the mole on her bare shoulder or stroke her hardened nipples until she lets out a soft moan.
I’d intended to just bathe her and make gentle love to her in bed, but that sound is my undoing. Or maybe it’s the feel of her skin against mine. Silky and soft. And wet.
I cup both of her breasts in my palms, squeezing gently before trailing my fingers down her ribs and over her stomach. I slip my hand lower to her mound, squeezing her pussy in the palm of my hand until she gasps and presses further into me.
“Wet,” I murmur, caressing her delicate folds. “I knew you would be, for me. As wet as the sea. Taste yourself, little mouse.”
Before she can refuse, I slide my finger between her parted lips, letting her taste her own desire. She moans low in her throat.
I return my hand to her folds, slipping two fingers inside her this time. “Want me to stop, baby?” I whisper against her ear.
“Don’t stop, don’t ever stop,” she cries out, arching into my touch.
I move slowly in and out, shifting her body in the tub so that her legs spread wider apart, pushing in deeper, as far as my fingers can go.
With my free hand, I caress her boobs, teasing her nipples. She throws her head back on my shoulder, moaning with reckless abandon. Her ass pushes deliciously against my cock, and it’s taking every ounce of control in me not to pound into her.
But tonight is all about her. And I show her exactly that.
Suddenly she screams out my name, her body shuddering as her walls contract violently around my fingers. My two fingers remain inside her, and I continue to rub the front wall of her vagina.
“Hold me, hold me,” she murmurs as the last bit of tremors rack her body.
After she comes down and her breathing has somewhat returned to normal, I ease us out of the tub carefully, one arm braced behind her back, the other under her knees. She doesn’t protest, just curls into me with a sleepy sound that hits me straight in the chest. I dry her off, taking my time, blotting instead of rubbing.
I wrap her in one of those absurdly fluffy hotel robes and guide her back to the bed, settling her onto the pillows just as there’s a knock at the door.
Perfect timing.
I leave her tucked in and go to retrieve the room service tray, tipping the attendant before he can even finish his polite greeting. When I bring the food back, her face lights up with excitement.
“You thought of everything,” she says as I set the tray between us and climb in beside her.
We eat slowly, lazily, feeding each other bites as we talk. She laughs when I steal something off her plate. I kiss sauce from her fingers. It’s domestic and soft and us in a way that feels almost unreal.
When the plates are cleared and pushed aside, she curls into me again, her cheek against my chest, her leg thrown possessively over mine.
“Thank you,” she says quietly. “For tonight. For a beautiful Valentine’s. Although, being with you is all I really need.”
Something tight loosens in my chest.
“Happy anniversary,” I say, brushing my mouth over her hair. “I love you.”
