When I bring him to the bathroom, he gasps. I turn off the faucet, noting the grin on his face.
“You… made me a bath.”
“A bubble bath,” I correct. “Didn’t want that bottle going to waste,” I tease.
I remove his shirt. I kiss him as I unzip his jeans and shove them to the floor. His cock bounces free, sliding wet sticky trails against my stomach. He undresses me slowly, his mouth seeking mine between his ministrations.
I lead us both to the tub, getting in behind him. I wrap my arms around him and he sinks against me with ease, his head falling on my shoulder.
“You didn’t have to do this,” he murmurs, opening those bright blue eyes and gazing up at me.
“I know,” I say, my voice dark and smooth, even to my own ears.
“But I wanted to.” I whisper.
Because I love you. Because I really fucking love you.
He grins, reaching for my jaw as he pulls me to his lips.
“I’m so glad you came,” I say, my hands sliding down his solid, warm body. I find his cock, hard and ready and his cheeks tint with that rosy shade I love so much.
“I haven’t come yet,” he jokes, his voice soft and sweet.
“Not what I meant, but,” I whisper against his lips. “”You will.” I kiss him again. “Promise.”
And he does. Twice. Once, at the utter of the promise, and once again when I bend him over the side of the tub and stroke his prostate.
The sound of his moans are music to my ears.
It takes us far too long to get dressed because we can barely keep our hands off one another. Just as I’m adjusting his tie—hot pink to match mine—I see the sparkle in his eyes isn’t just a sparkle. It’s tears.
“You okay, baby?” I ask, sliding my hand down his tie.
“Perfect,” he says, leaning up to kiss me.
I couldn’t agree more.
Chapter Twenty-Four
Jacob
TheFitzgeraldis decked out and I am thoroughly surprised at the level of which Garrett was able to achieve on such short notice. The place looks like something straight out of a dream. All black and gold, with champagne towers, a giant cake. Dinner is a buffet of food that looks fancier than anything I’ve ever eaten in my life, and that’s saying something considering some of the corporate events I’ve accompanied Bella to.
Garrett wasn’t kidding about this being black tie. Everyone is dressed up. Even Lola has a formal dress—a short feathery purple dress and heels that screamsLavender Haze.
But Aaron— Aaron steals the fucking show, ten times over. I can’t stop stealing glances at him in his black suit. I knew he’d look amazing, if only because he looks like a damn GQ model in pretty much anything—and nothing at all, if I’m being honest. But it’s the small details that mean the most. His hot pink tie that matches mine; an ode to our first date. It’s his perfectly trimmed facial hair and his spicy, earthy cologne. And underneath the neon lights, he looks perfect; like something straight out a book. Like my very own Richard Gere.
Still, despite the beauty surrounding me, I tense at Aaron’s side, because there is no way we can beat this. This… it’s elegant and seductive and formal and everything you would think of when you hear the nameTempest.No wonder they’re known for opulence.
“It’s so fucking pretty,” I murmur in defeat.
Aaron grabs my hand. “Yes, you are.”
My cheeks heat as I try to brush off his flirtations. It’s cheesy as fuck, but I can’t pretend that his words don’t soothe something inside of me.
“No, I mean this party. It’s…”
He tugs my hand, leading me into the room.
