This chapter has a little bit of sweet stuff in it--not graphic, but just a warning for tender eyes!!
When her eyes opened, the room was no longer washed in bright sunlight but dimmed in the dusky golden glow of twilight. Her eyes focused on the figure in a chair pulled to her bedside. His eyes were on hers and a smile formed on his lips.
?Hey,? he whispered.
She returned a smile. ?I slept too long. The day is gone.?
?You needed to rest.?
She stretched and yawned. ?It was so quiet.?
He moved from his chair to the bed taking her hand in his. ?I love you, Sara.? He laced his fingers with hers. ?I forget to tell you.?
Sara smiled again, relaxed and warm, as she moved her hand to his shirt. ?You show me every day, Gil.? Her smile changed to one of seduction. ?We are alone in a beautiful room, husband?why am I alone in bed?? Her husky voice brought a chuckle from him as he moved from the bed to disappear into the bathroom. She heard the noise of water running before he reappeared waving his hand.
?Big tub,? he said, the tender tone in his voice unmistakable.
She giggled when she saw the tub filling with water and bubbles. His hands slid against her skin as he removed her shirt. She?s too thin, he thought, as she turned to him with slim fingers working buttons on his shirt, pushing it from his shoulders.
?I?ll be right back,? he said. ?One thing I need to do.?
By the time he returned, Sara was in the water almost covered by bubbles and clouds of steam. ?What was so important, Gilbert, that you had to leave me?? Her laughing, provocative voice hurried his actions and he stepped into the tub before he answered.
?Room service. I ordered food.? He lowered himself into the water as she moved from one end of the tub to sit between his legs.
?We could go out later, find something to eat, take a walk.?
His chest rumbled as his hands surrounded her abdomen, moving along wet skin as she leaned against him. ?I think I have all I need or want right here.? He reached for a switch that turned on pulsing jets of water, made another adjustment which changed the water to a slow rolling wave motion.
She turned, curled against his shoulder and sighed. ?I should call.?
?They are fine, Sara. I called home before you woke up. Lilly and her daughter are there with Sister Deborah and two others?it sounded like they are having a good time.?
Her hand moved to his face and gently stroked his jaw before kissing him. He returned her kiss, parting her lips with his tongue, feeling her smile. His arm circled her back and found that intimate spot where her chest began to swell. His fingers cupped and caressed her breast finding its firm crown. Their kisses deepened. Wet hands and fingers intertwined as legs wrapped. She relaxed as his hands massaged her back; her delicate fingers found the pleasure points along his chest.
He reached for the ornate hand shower and adjusted the spray, combing her hair with his hands as he emptied shampoo into his palm. She leaned her head back and he kissed the shallow depression at her throat.
?Sexy woman?we need out of this tub,? he whispered. He had remained in the tub until his body ached with desire.
Her hands seem to find sensitive places on his body with precise and delicate touches causing him to respond as she wanted. Somehow they managed to exit the tub, wrap towels around their bodies, and remain entwined?her lips never left his. His need pressed against her body and he heard a husky giggle.
?Bed,? he said.
Sara unrolled from his grasp and the towel, running naked across the room and slipping into the bed. He followed dropping the towels in the process.
His passion brought her response; as long-time partners they knew what excited the other, what brought delight in love-making. Her hands held him, her long fingers explored with feather touches, her lips, her tongue touched and teased in places known only to her. He could feel her smiling lips when he groaned.
She was ready for him; her black eyes flashed as he reached for the square packet at the bedside. She took it from him and tore the wrapper with her teeth. His body throbbed as she slowly, carefully, and with exaggerated effort unrolled it. Within seconds, he was above her, inside her warm, wet, welcoming center of desire. He felt her breath against his neck.
?I love you,? he whispered.
It had been months since they had experienced intense passion. In this elegant hotel, the muted sounds of the city far below, they rediscovered the passionate, prolonged sexual power that neither had forgotten. It had been quietly shelved in their day to day lives, but tonight, this drive was awakened. Remembered experiences came back as fingertips touched, lips met, and words whispered.
He always thought of the sea as he made love to her?a powerful surge of waves and surf, sometimes predictable, often overtaking every sensation in his body. He neither knew nor cared if he tumbled to the bottom because she, this woman who desired him without question, would save him, bring him with her, leading him into calm currents?warm, fluid, life-giving.
They were spent, exhausted, yet unable to pull apart.
?We?ve let the food get cold,? she whispered.
?It doesn?t matter.? There was a chuckle in his voice. ?I ordered only desserts.?
She laughed, softly, teasing his neck with her flickering tongue. Neither wanted this time to end. ?Chocolate??
?Yes, and strawberries and whip cream and cheesecake.?
She slid under the covers to taste his chest; lips touching his skin in caressing kisses. ?I love desserts.? He groaned as she slipped further under the sheets, playing her tongue and fingers along sensitive areas only she knew. Gentle pressure of her palm pressed against his thigh. His hips moved against her in an involuntary movement.
?Sara.? His breath caught in his chest. He could say no more. She knew what she was doing as she quickly moved against him generating heat and bliss, desire and pleasure. He could wait no longer as instinct drove him to her. She rose above him, throwing covers behind her body as an all-consuming consciousness took over her actions. Her breathing stopped for seconds as passion overwhelmed all other senses. He managed an edge of control before she collapsed on his chest and he wrapped arms and legs around her as he rolled above her.
?Dear God, there is a heaven,? she said as her breathing returned to normal.
Her words brought laughter to both. ?You are heaven, Sara.? His hand pushed her hair away from her face. Her brown eyes were liquid pools of dilated darkness. ?You may have to resuscitate me; I don?t think I can move,? he said.
?Food. I?m hungry.? Sara slipped from the bed, finding a shirt to throw around her as she moved a tray to the bed. The room service cart was one of old-fashioned elegance; food covered with silver domes, a flower in a crystal vase. She made a delighted sound as she uncovered a plate to find whipped cream, another with strawberries, another with chocolate warmed by its container. She smiled.
