Come Away with Me - Page 53/104

I grin to myself and pull back but then sink down again, loving that I’m making him crazy.

“No, stop, I don’t want to come in your mouth.” He reaches down and lifts me onto his lap so I’m straddling him again. He reaches between us and pulls my panties to the side and I rub my folds a g a i n s t him,

feeling

my

wetness

spreading over him.

“God, baby, you’re so wet.”

“You are so sexy, honey. I need you inside me.”

He growls and kisses me hard while lifting my ass over him and sinks easily inside me. I grip the back of the seat behind his head and begin riding him, slowly at first, but his hands move me up and down faster and faster.

“Come for me, beautiful.” He’s kissing my neck and moves one hand between us to graze his thumb over my clitoris and I’m lost. I shudder and clench down around him, crying out as he pushes up one last, hard time and empties himself into me.

“Fuck, Natalie.” His breathing is ragged. I wrap my fingers in his hair and kiss him with all I have, pouring my heart and soul into the kiss, trying to convey the words that I just can’t say: that I love him so much.

He tenderly cups my face in his hands and slows the kiss, pulling back so he can look into my eyes, and I see the love reflected back to me. It makes me glow inside, and it makes me want to run as fast as I can in the other direction.

“Thank you for tonight,” I whisper.

“Oh, baby, it’s just getting started.”

He gives me a slow, sweet smile and lifts me off of him. I rummage around and find a towel, and we clean up and straighten our clothes.

Settling back into our seats, Luke freshens our champagne and wraps his arm around me.

“I’m sorry about today,” he murmurs.

“Me too,” I sigh and lean my head on his shoulder. “Did you get your work done?”

“For the most part. I’ll have to make a few calls tomorrow.”

“Oh good.” He’s running his fingertips up and down my bare arm and I want to purr.

“What did you do today?”

“I hung out with Jules.” I take his hand in mine and lace my fingers through his, reveling in how long and lean his hands are. “She’s got some stuff going on, so I did the best friend thing.”

“Is she okay?” He sounds sincerely concerned and I can’t help but grin. My sweet man.

“She will be. Man troubles.”

“Ah. So, what does the best friend thing entail, exactly?” He kisses my forehead.

“Well, a lot of talking, eating ice cream and other things that I’m not allowed to divulge.”

“Oh?” He chuckles and kisses my forehead again.

“Yeah, I could tell you, but then I’d have to kill you, and I’ve grown quite fond of you.”

“Is that so?” He leans back so he can look me in the eye and I nod gravely.

“Yes, very fond of you.”

“And what are you most fond of, exactly?” He gives me his sweet smile, and I know that despite our teasing he wants an honest answer.

“I’m fond of this.” I lean up and kiss his lips softly. “You say such sweet things to me, and make my body hum with it.”

“Happy to hear that, beautiful girl.”

I smile and kiss the palm of his hand.

“And I enjoy your hands, and how expressive they are and how they feel when they’re on me.”

“Mmm… they love being on you, baby.”

I lay my cheek on his chest, just over his heart. “Most of all, I love your heart; how kind you are and how gentle you are with me. Most of the time.” I add and smile up at him.

His lips part as he exhales.

“Natalie, I don’t know what I did to deserve you, but I would do it again, over and over.” He runs his knuckles down my cheek and kisses me tenderly as the limo comes to a stop.

“We’re here.”

Luke climbs out ahead of me and takes my hand to help me out of the impressive car. He pulls me to his side, and my eyes are glued to the enormous Chateau before us.

“Oh, my.”

“This is Chateau Ste. Michelle.

We’re going to have dinner here tonight.”

“I didn’t know they had a restaurant.”

My wide eyes meet his.

“They don’t. They do special events.

Tonight, for a few hours at least, it’s all ours.”

I’m struck dumb. He rented out the entire Chateau for me?

“Come.” He leads me toward the front of the building where an older woman, in her mid-fifties, is waiting for us.

“Welcome, Mr. Williams and Ms.

Conner. I’m Mrs. Davidson. We’re delighted to have you. Would you please follow me?” She leads us on a cobblestone path around the side of the Chateau. It’s lined with old fashioned street lights, illuminating the whole side of the building.

Luke tucks my hand in his arm and escorts me along behind Mrs. Davidson.

As we round the bend behind the house I gasp at the sight before me.

“Oh, Luke.” I feel him grin down at me, watching my reaction to the most beautiful display I’ve ever seen. The stone path leads us beneath an arbor that is covered in grape vines. The vines are heavy with luscious, purple grapes.

There are white twinkling Christmas lights draped over roughly ten two-person tables, and wound through the arbor and vines lining the small space.

There is soft bluesy music crooning in the back ground.