Shoving my shoulder, she chortles. “Gah, you’re such a smartass.”
“Well, that’s the argument that got me here in the first place, so you can thank them for pointing out that little tidbit.”
Adorably, she rolls her eyes and laughs. “Are you serious?”
“I wasn’t exactly subtle in keeping my feelings about you to myself, Faye. They saw right through my BS and called me on it.”
Faye attempts but miserably fails at keeping the smile from her face. “That would’ve been a sight worth seeing.”
“Let’s just say, they got the drop on me and had my number before I could even clock it.”
Leaning in, she kisses my cheek. “Well, I, for one, am grateful to them. I’ve missed you like crazy.”
“Same, sweetheart. Same.”
Suddenly, the hotel phone rings, scaring the shit out of both of us.
Rushing to the phone, she answers, “Hello?”
Someone says something on the other line, and Faye hurries to her nightstand to pick up her cell phone. “Oh… Sorry, Mom. I must’ve had my phone on vibrate.”
“How are you?” she asks, sitting on the edge of the bed.
From the other room, she covers the phone and mouths, “Sorry.”
“No problem,” I whisper and go back to finishing my breakfast.
Damn, these crêpes are amazing.
As I eat, I do my best to give them their privacy, but the hotel suite is only so big.
From what I can gather, her mom fills her in about her father’s latest venture to the hardware store and how well her strawberries are growing. Faye barely gets a word in edgewise as her mom prattles from one subject to the next.
When I finish eating, I lean against the doorway and thumb toward the bathroom. “Mind if I shower?”
She purses her lips, then nods slowly and mouths, “Go ahead.”
I barely have shampoo in my hair when I hear the click of the bathroom door. Slowing my regular routine, I take my time to lather the soap through my hair. I hear the toilet flush, then water from the sink turns on as I rinse off.
Now that my shampoo has been rinsed, I watch her dry her hands and brush her teeth. My cock bobs to life when she disrobes and steps into the shower with me.
“Fuck, you’re beautiful, Faye,” I practically growl, reaching for her.
“You’re not so bad yourself, Lancaster. I thought I could slow down your shower routine a bit and perhaps join you?”
“Like you ever need an invitation.”
“I don’t know, Mark… I’m rather fond of long showers…” she draws out playfully as she runs her hand down my abdomen. “I wouldn’t want to feel rushed.”
My muscles flex involuntarily, and I fight the urge to bend her against the wall and have my way with her. “I know how to take my time when it matters, Faye.”
Bracing my hand against the wall behind her, I cup her ass and squeeze with the other, as she fists my growing cock. “Hmm… Someone’s happy to see me.”
“He ain’t the only one,” I promise as I crash my lips to hers.
She tastes of mint and carnal need as she opens herself to me. I’ve missed her so much, and I truly can’t get enough. As much as I want to take things slow and sweet, it’s been way too long.
Sure, we’ve gotten each other off on the phone over the last few weeks. But now that I’m here in person, I want to make good on all those late-night promises I’ve made. I distinctly recall her saying she likes it when I suck on her nipples as I slide my fingers through her folds.
