The One Adored (The One Trilogy Book 3) (19 page)

Our groans are lost in the deafening sounds of the rain as water drips from our bodies, as I feel his hand drop to slip inside my coat, finding my nipple through my jumper. He pinches sharply and I melt, pressing my body into his, wetness pooling between my thighs. Our passion is fierce and desperate and I needed him now!

“Seb?" I moan.

He stops, liquorice eyes clouded with lust and nods firmly. Here was not the place.
 

“If we follow the path just a little longer, I can get you naked.”

We count to three, giggling like teenagers, before running out into the downpour once again. After only a few minutes, I honestly feel like we should go back the way we came, but at last we see lights in the dark and then plumes of smoke spouting from a chimney.
 
Before us is a cosy cabin in the corner of the woods, Hansel and Gretel-esque and glowing like a homing beacon in the gloomy night- I could have leapt for joy - my numb fingers and toes sighing with relief.

The hunter’s lodge is one room full of everything we will require for an afternoon to sit out the rain, a log burner, small kitchenette, and cosy lounge area. Seb immediately sets to, stripping me of my outerwear, peeling the soaking clothes from my body, planting kisses on my lips between removing each layer and then removes his own. We get down to our jeans and jumpers and I head on over the fire, holding my hands out to warm them. I’m handed a glass of something alcoholic and encouraged to drink it by Seb. The burn warms me rapidly but I shudder at the strength.

“Bourbon. It’ll put hairs on your chest.” His eyes sparkle.

“Eewm no, thanks.” I screw my nose up on a smile.

He taps my arms to lift them and I do as I’m asked, my jumper is discarded and his hands find my bra clasp and remove it before placing both over my breasts. I inhale as his touch.

“Sorry, are they too cold.”

“No, they feel…good.”

I close my eyes as his fingers begin to work their magic across the underside of my cups, stroking, squeezing and moving towards my nipples. His thumb pads brush over one, then the other bullet, as they harden to meet his touch and I inhale, suddenly no longer cold, despite standing here with wet hair, and only in my jeans. I feel his hair tickle my chest and then his tongue laves at my erect nipples and I groan aloud, grasping his head and drawing him to me. “Baby!”

His fingers fumble at my waist, unbuttoning my jeans and I wiggle as they slide down with difficulty, along with my panties over my damp legs. I lock eyes with him, green against black and watch as he does the same, finally we are naked in front of the flames, the breeze dusting goosebumps across my skin. We sink to the floor, which is now covered by a fur rug, and Seb pulls another over us, as we lay down by the fire, maintaining eye contact all the while.
 

I reach out to trace a finger down his abs, marvelling at his body - it never ceased to amaze me, his pure masculinity - hard against my soft. I loved the contours of his muscles and this moment reminded me of our night at The Ashton, in the honeymoon suite. With the reflection of the fire blazing in his eyes, enhancing his desire, his lips seek mine, hands raking over my body and I submit to him.

I bend my head, desperate to taste him and plant soft kisses over his chest, ribs, and down to his groin, then take his head into my mouth with slow seduction as I begin to suck, licking around his most sensitive part until I hear his moans of pleasure. His hips buck off the floor, pushing him deeper until he hits the back of my throat and I push back, adding pressure, cupping his balls, stroking them continually, before withdrawing, pinching the tip and massaging with my fingers. I then repeat the process again…and again, each time taking him deeper, each time relishing the control I have over my powerful man as he grips the fur throw.

I release
 
him from my mouth with a pop, as his hands reach out to grab my shoulders and our eyes lock. Tilting my head backwards, my hair tumbling in waves down my spine, I watch him, his liquorice blacks blazing and hooded, lips swollen and pursed as he watches me just as intensely. I reach a hand out to stroke his chest, tracing an erect nipple before following a path down the strip of dark hair leading to my prize, as I take him in my mouth again; the whole time I begin to build up a rhythm.

My body reacts and I feel myself growing wetter, my breasts grazing against his thighs as I work him, his growls encouraging me to continue.
 

“Ah, baby that’s it. Just there. Don’t stop!”

I smile at his words, curling my tongue and taking him deeper, swallowing the pre-cum that has begun to leak from his tip. He looked magnificent, his muscles corded, neck stretched out, with the fire flickering over his body, like Michael Angelo carved him especially for me and I enjoy the view, watching him let go and near his release.
 

“I’m close baby. I want in!”

I look up at his sensual face, “You don’t want me to finish?”

“Not this time. I need to be buried inside you. Want your legs wrapped around me and your mouth on mine.”

I climb over him and settle down into his arms which instantly enfold me, drawing me to him delicious masculine scent, his cock jutting hard against my stomach. Our lips crash together, tongues duelling frantically, his hands feed through my hair, pulling gently at my locks and I’m twisted to lie on my back. Bracing his weight on his arms he pulls away and stares down at me for moment, his eyes soft, thumb rubbing over my lips for a long drawn out moment, before dropping to do the same to my nipple. I close my eyes, as I’m filled with electric pulses that feed a direct current from my breasts to my clit.
 

“You’re so beautiful, so responsive to my touch.”

“Kiss me.”

His head drops to lick a trail from one nipple to the other, watching me the same way I had watched him, whilst I sucked his cock greedily, milking him and I arch my back, and open my thighs. I can feel his cock nudging at my entrance, rubbing at my slickness, and I swivel to accommodate him, desperate to feel him plunge inside me.

“Wrap your legs around me, baby and hold on tight - it’s going to be bumpy.” His voice is thick with arousal.
 

The second he enters me I sigh and claw at his back. His growl as I mark him makes me wetter as he slides in and out of me, making love to me one second, before lifting my leg over his hip and fucking me like his life depended upon it the next. Fuck! This sexy man was all mine. My heart overflows with love for him, as he fills me, our bodies coming together, creating such blazing pleasure and I whimper as the friction of his pelvis against my engorged clit begins the unravel of my impending orgasm.

“That’s it, lady, I can feel you tightening. Come for me, baby.”
 

“FUCK!” I scream into the hunting lodge, as I succumb to the blinding rush of my orgasm as it encompasses me like a tidal wave.
 

His breathing quickens and I hold his face between my hands, wanting to see him come - feeling him spurting inside me, his thrusts begin to slow, his loud husky exhale the sexiest sound to a woman - the sound of a satisfied man. His final thrust is combined with a groan of my name into the silent room. The only sounds our hurried breathes. I revel in the weight of his body on mine, his cock still inside me and I wrap my arms tightly around him as I cradle his head to my chest. I love him - I want us to stay like this, joined forever.

I feel his lips move upon my breast and a soft kiss planted there. “Love you, Lulu.”

“Me too, baby. I adore you. That was…”

“Special.”

“Yeah, it was.” I move as he rolls off me to get me some wipes.

“It’s always special between us baby, but I have to say, the rain makes me horny.”

“I have made a note of it and will remember - rain is grotty but with you, everything is fun, darling. I want to experience everything with you. All whole lifetime of ‘firsts’.”

We share another slow kiss so meaningful that my heart is full to bursting with the powerful emotion and I take a breath, wanting to lighten the mood before giving in to tears. “Gives a whole new meaning to the saying, Rain Rain, go away, come again another day!”
 

I grin at his sexy wink. “You’re a saucy wench. You’ll be coming over and over again as many days as you want with me as your husband, Lu - come rain or shine!” He winks again.

I giggle and then lay back to admire his body as he stands to visit the bathroom, his cock swinging against his thigh as he turns, giving me a perfect view of his taut buttocks.
 

“Quick visit and I’ll sort food - I don’t know about you but I’be worked up an appetite.” He winks.

“I’m starving!”

“Good, we’ve got bagels, champagne, cheesecake.”

It all sounded scrummy and I was ravenous. “When do we have to leave?”
 

“Marc is collecting us in the Limo in a couple of hours, and we leave straight for the airport.”

I sit up at this, he’d just said we. “Wait - are you coming home with me?”

“I am.” He grins.

I jump up squealing, regardless of my nakedness and fling myself into his arms, smattering his face with kisses. “I love you.”

“I love you too.” His hands cup my bare bottom as I shiver in the cold.
 

“How come? I thought you had all this work to do here?”

“I have, but most of it I can do from the UK and Gray is returning there now so we can meet there easily enough. The build doesn’t start until the New year officially so I can focus on you and me… and Finn!

I roll my lips at the mention of my son, he always included him, in our unit. “I’m so glad you’re coming home. You were only gone a few days and it felt like weeks!”

“I know, for me too.” he plants a kiss on the end of my nose, which I wrinkle instinctively. “Now let’s get you some clothes on or you won’t get fed, my darling fiancée.”

*******

Charles de Gualle airport looks a whole lot less busy when flying by private jet back to the UK. We’d been collected as promised by Marc a few hours after making love and then dropped in the private VIP lounge, where Gray Devereux and Nathan awaited. Nice to have friends in high places, I ponder as I realise that we will be hitching a ride home on the Devereux jet to Lords’ Airport. Whilst I’m incredibly grateful, I’m also reluctant to release my hold on the intimate time we’ve shared together, alone. Once we stepped on to that plane, with others, there’d be no time for Seb and I to enjoy private time. Not like our ’smile in the sky’ flight to the Maldives - now
that
had been special.

“Ready, Lady Lu?” Seb smiles, carrying my case for me.

“All good. Let’s go - goodbye Madame Paris - you’ve been good to us.” I wave as I walk up the small flight of stairs. I’d remember our time here forever.

An hour and some serious turbulence later, and Ralph is ferrying us back to Finn, and back to normality - only this time as an engaged couple.
 

Time for everything to change.

Time to tell people our good news.

*******

Two weeks later and Paris is a distant blur in my completely frazzled mind. My schedule was chaotic. I’d thrown myself back into work immediately, with The Gilded Fox deadlines to cater to and renovations of the additional rooms at The Ashton still ongoing, I was keen to tick-off some of the major interior projects before I could allow myself to concentrate fully on the wedding plans.
 

After returning home to a surprise welcome celebration party of our close friends and family at Seb’s home, complete with my darling boy at the centre of it all, we’d spent a quiet few minutes with Finn in the kitchen asking his approval. His happiness was more important than my own but the excitement that shone in his cheeky eyes spoke volumes - he was over the moon that we were getting married but was more impressed that he’d be wearing a suit like Seb on the day.

 
Bitzi and my mother had gone ballistic, at the deadlines we were going to be up against, both arguing that Seb was being completely unreasonable. After several minutes of attempted negotiation for a Spring or Summer wedding, Sebastian became backed further into his corner of determination and informed them both on separate occasions, “There would be ‘no further negotiations, he had waited over a decade to marry me and he would wait no longer. Be happy with six weeks or we would elope that weekend!”.