When we get to my apartment, I guide Mae directly to my bedroom. After the crazy of the day, I want to do nothing but make love to her for the rest of the night. Let the rest of the world figure out their own problems and fix their own messes.
She’s here and willing to give me a chance. That’s all that matters to me. I’ll do whatever it takes to prove I’m worthy of her forgiveness and her heart.
As gorgeous as she looked in her flowy green dress earlier today, she’s never more beautiful than when she’s naked. I strip away her clothes as slowly as I can manage without losing my mind. Until I’m inside of her, I won’t believe she’s mine.
Her fingers make quick work of my buckle and fly, spreading my pants open to slip her hands inside to palm me. Biting back a moan, I toe off my shoes and shrug off my jacket while she unbuttons my shirt.
Naked and hard, I find a condom in the drawer. She steals the foil packet from me and opens it with her teeth, all the while staring into my eyes.
Objectively, Mae’s a beautiful woman, but her beauty extends beyond her face and body. When I slide into her, her soul shines in her eyes, and I hope I’m worthy of her love.
Because now that I’ve had her, I don’t think I’ll ever be able to walk away. The thought of losing her stabs me deep in my chest, hitching my breath in my lungs.
Last night, sex with her was urgent and desperate. Tonight, I claim her with slow strokes and lingering kisses, drawing out her pleasure and pulling back right before she comes, teasing her until she begs and pleads for the touch that will send her over the edge. Once she has her second orgasm, I shift our position so I’m behind her, taking her with long, deep thrusts that force me to close my eyes as my own orgasm hits the point of no return. My hips jerk right before I come in a rush of blinding pleasure, leaving me panting and spent.
If she gives me the chance, I’ll prove I’m worth her heart and all of her tomorrows.
Before the sun is up, my alarm goes off, waking both Mae and me.
“Why do you have an alarm set for the middle of the night?” she murmurs against my chest.
“It’s early morning and we need to get up.” I kiss the top of her head and then sweep her hair from my chest and her face.
“There’s nothing worth getting up for this early on a Sunday.” She burrows farther under the covers.
“Some things are.” I give her ass a squeeze.
“We can have sex again when it’s light out.”
“True, but we need to get dressed for the romantic gesture I promised you yesterday.”
Rolling away from me, she opens one eye and peers at me in doubt.
“Come on.” I lead by example and get out of bed.
“Standing around naked with a hard-on isn’t working in your favor if you want to encourage me to leave this bed and apartment.” She licks her bottom lip.
It would be so easy to step closer to her and slide my dick between her lips, but this morning is more than getting a blow job. We have later for that.
Minutes later, a sleepy Mae follows me through the garage to my car. I give her a kiss and then open the door for her to climb inside.
Buckling her seatbelt, she arches an eyebrow. “Will all your romantic gestures require me to lose sleep?”
“Not all of them.” I kiss her again before closing the door.
“Where are we going?” she asks, yawning.
“Not far.” I drive in the direction of the club.
Less than five minutes later, I park the 4Runner in a spot in the mostly empty parking lot near the golf course.
My surprise sits a few yards away and can’t be missed.
Mae presses her hand against her window. Her dark eyes are wide with shock and excitement when she twists to face me. “This is one helluva gesture.”
“Go big or go home.” I shrug, pretending I’m not as excited as she is. “Let’s go.”
The roar of the gas flame inflating the giant, rainbow-striped balloon greets us outside of the car.
“Is this the same one Topher and Twyla were supposed to use today?” she asks, tilting her head back to stare at the huge, glowing, rainbow balloon sitting on the golf course.
“Figured they weren’t going to be needing it and it’s already paid for.” Draping my arm over her shoulders, I pull her closer.
Mouth hanging open, she gapes at me and then back at the balloon.
“Is this okay?” I ask, suddenly doubting my idea.
“You’ve just ruined me for all other men. Are you okay with that? Because if this doesn’t work out, I’m going to die alone with dozens of cats and a huge collection of balloon knick-knacks, and it will be all your fault.” She gives me a sharp look that makes me laugh instead of cower.
“I’m more than okay with this idea.” I kiss her once and then twice.
“Then I’m ready. Bring it on.” Throwing her arms around my neck, she kisses me back.
We’re still on the ground, but she makes me feel like I’m soaring.