“Are you sure Summer and Ethan are okay with us being here?” I ask, gripping the handle on my suitcase, ready to turn around and book us in a local motel if I have to.
“Yes, Jackson. Stop worrying. This is amazing — look at the fountain!” She points excitedly over to a water feature that I must admit is pretty over the top. The whole place is, but that’s what I wanted for this weekend. She doesn’t know about the spa package I set up for her, or the wine tour…yet. My plan is to keep the surprises coming until her head spins. Or until I get up the courage to tell her I’m falling in love with her.
That’s the other reason for this trip. I want to say those words to her, and I want it to be special. Something we’ll never forget.
Mila’s excitement over everything is exactly what I hoped for. Our room is stunning, and the champagne I ordered is waiting in a bucket of ice. She flops facedown on the bed with a dreamy smile, and I sit down beside her, my hand coming to caress her leg.
“I might never want to leave.”
“But then who would make my geriatric muffins?” I tease, stretching out on the bed beside her.
She reaches over and pokes me. “You haven’t eaten a bran muffin in weeks.”
“Only because my girlfriend hasn’t bothered to save me one,” I retort.
Mila lifts her head and props it on her hand. She pulls her lip in between her teeth and I reach up with my thumb to free it.
“I like that. You calling me your girlfriend.”
The soft smile she gives me almost makes me blurt out the words I love you right then and there. But I don’t. Not yet.
“Come on. Let’s go into town and walk around before dinner.” I stand up and hold my hand out to help her up. Of course, she doesn’t need help, but it’s the perfect set up to tug her into my arms and hold her. Which has become my favourite thing in the world, next to kissing her and making love to her.
“Only if my boyfriend pours a glass of champagne while I take a quick shower.” Mila goes up on her toes and kisses my chin before spinning away and going into the bathroom. I hear the shower turn on and make quick work of popping open the champagne and pouring two glasses.
“I might need some help washing my back.” Mila’s voice makes me turn and I see her head peeking out the bathroom door, steam billowing around her hair, which is piled on top of her head. I walk over, glasses of champagne in hand. She pushes the door wide open, revealing her very naked body.
“Fuck, babe.” The sight of her, as always, almost brings me to my knees. “Take these.” I pass her the glasses, then strip off my clothes. By the time I get there, Mila’s in the shower, which conveniently has a large bench at one end of the massive stall. Her head is tipped down as the water rains down on her shoulders. But when I open the door, she looks up at me with her intoxicating brown eyes. I lift my glass of champagne and take a sip, letting the cool, effervescent liquid slide down my throat. Her gaze drops as I swallow.
“How do you make everything so sexy?” she asks in a husky whisper. I step closer, bringing her body flush with mine. Leaning down, I nuzzle her neck before replying.
“I could ask you the same thing. One look from you and I’m undone.”
“Jackson,” she sighs as I pepper her skin with open-mouthed kisses, sucking lightly. My hand drifts down between her legs, sliding through her slick folds. “Yes…” Her hips arch into my hand, and I dip a finger inside. “More. Jackson, I need more.”
I kiss her, hard, then spin her around to face the bench. “Bend down, babe.” She complies immediately, and the position puts her luscious ass into the perfect position. Looking at me over her shoulder, Mila gives me a look of total trust and adoration that cracks my heart open even wider.
“I’m clean and I have an IUD. I want you bare.” Her silky voice and those words almost make me lose control right then and there. But somehow I hold back.
“Are you sure? I’m clean, too. I got everything checked when I found out about Stef.” As much as I hate to bring up my ex in this moment, she needs to know that I would never put her at risk.
In answer, Mila thrusts her hips back and widens her stance. “I’m sure, Jackson.”
I place my hands on the globes of her ass, caressing the heated, wet skin. Bending down, my lips touch her spine, and she arches into my touch with a low moan.
“Please.”
Taking my cock in hand, I line up with her entrance. My fingers already felt how wet she is, how ready for me she is, so when I push inside, she opens for me easily. I work my way in and out with shallow thrusts, paying attention to how her breathing speeds up. She reaches back with one hand, grabs mine and wraps it around to cup her breast. I’m bent over her back, and the angle is bringing me deeper and deeper.
“Oh God, yes, fuck. Right there,” she pants, her hips moving to meet mine with every thrust.
“Goddamnit Mila. You feel so perfect,” I growl. I squeeze her breast, pinching her nipple gently. “Fuck, I’m close, babe.”
“So am I. So close.”
The base of my spine starts to tingle as my balls tighten and I feel my control slipping. My movements get hurried, and soon I’m shouting out her name as her cries echo around us. My hands come up to the wall above her head to hold myself up. I can see her arms shaking so I summon the strength to gather her up into my arms, turn us around and sit down with her in my lap. She snuggles in, her hand coming up to drape around my neck.
“Mmm. We need a shower bench at home.” Her voice drips with satisfaction and I chuckle.
