by Nora Ford
After her breakdown last night, her pleasure was all I had in mind. I rubbed one foot first, giving equal attention to each toe, then turned to the other foot before working my way up to her slim calves and thighs. Tessa purred, but she didn't open her eyes.
"Good morning, baby," I murmured as I leaned over her to massage the oil into her neck and shoulders. "Did you sleep well?"
"Mmm…" She moaned. "Yeah, like a baby."
"Good." I lowered my mouth and planted tiny kisses on her shoulders.
"That feels good." She moaned again and rolled onto her back. When her eyes flew open, we stared at each other for a brief moment. Without warning my mouth took hers, hot and urgent. "Jesus, I can't keep my hands off you," I said as I pulled away to catch my breath.
"Then don't," She arched up. "Don't keep your hands off me." Tessa cupped my face in her hands, and our eyes met. I felt joy mixed with desire. I felt her fingers thread through my hair as I lowered my lips to brush hers. When she opened and welcomed me, I slid into her.
When I was all the way in, Tessa gasped and moaned "Aron…" She was wriggling underneath me as I began to thrust in slow, steady movements.
"Aron, I need you," she whispered with a deep, sexy voice.
Her moans and pleas pushed me over the edge, and with a low growl, I began to move faster as I pounded into her. I could feel her body trembling as she came. A few more deep strokes and I came too, my body falling on her back.
When I rolled off her, Tessa stretched out on me. "That…" she purred, "That's the best way to start the day."
I lay beside her and gathered her into my arms. "How are you feeling?" I murmured into her tangled hair.
Tessa gave me a reassuring smile. "What do you think?" She laughed softly, "after last night and this morning; I must feel incredible."
When I smiled at her, she added. "God, you have magic hands. I might keep you."
My heart leaped at her last comment; I knew she was joking, but the words affected me, "I told you. I am a handyman."
Tessa rubbed her cheek against my chest, "You make a nice pillow too." She smiled coyly.
"I'm glad I can be of use," I grinned and stroked her smooth naked back.
"I slept like a baby last night," she moved off me to grab her watch. "Oh, it's half past ten already," she frowned, "why are you still here? Shouldn't you be at work?"
"I'm on vacation and so are you," I shrugged.
Tessa raised an eyebrow, but before she could say anything I announced, "I'm taking you away for a week."
"I wish I could; I have work."
"I called Mom and asked her to cover you this week."
"But…Talia and the babies. I can't…"
"Talia has Adam, Timo, Liv, and your parents. She knows that you need a vacation."
"Aron," she gave me a genuine smile. "I know I had a meltdown last night, but honestly I'm okay. I don't do this often, so please don't worry about me."
"I know you're fine. Still, you need a vacation," I insisted.
"I don't…" Tessa opened her mouth to object, but my lips covered hers. My kiss was slow, sensual, exactly what I needed to make her stop arguing. When she pulled away to catch her breath, my lips went straight to her neck, my teeth grazed her skin. "We have two hours to get ready," I said between kisses.
"Um…" She shuddered as I swirled my tongue around that particularly tender spot on her clavicle. I took pride in my ability to silence Tessa. She had a lot to say . . . but she was quiet now. "Is that a yes?"
"I…I don't know."
"Sure, you do. I've arranged for everything. We'll spend a week in my villa in Capri. It's beautiful there, you'll love it."
"And the morning program was your way to prime me for this?"
"Absolutely."
"Good thinking."
"You'll go?"
"Well if morning massages are inclusive, I can't say no," she gave me a sassy smile.
"Morning massages and a hell of a lot more, baby."
Two hours later, we were climbing the short stairway into the cabin of my private jet. Frank and Rachel, my pilot and the flight attendant, were waiting to welcome us on board.
"Wow, I don't know anything about private jets, but this one looks fancy," Tessa said when they left to their posts and she had a chance to look around. She was right, the plane wasn't small. It was set to take twelve passengers. The grey-colored leather seats inside were huge, a separate sitting area with a comfortable couch and a coffee table in front of it. In the back of the plane, there was a bedroom with a king-size bed and an en-suite bathroom, which I was planning to make use of later.
Once we were at cruising altitude, Rachel brought our drinks and went to prepare our meals. Before long, she was back with our lunch.
"How long is the flight?" Tessa asked as she sipped her drink and toyed with her food.
"About twelve hours. We should be there around nine in the morning, local time in Italy," I said and looked at the bedroom door. "We can use the bedroom later."
"I guess I'd like that. I’ve never had sex in a plane before," she said and gave me a sexy grin.
"I meant to sleep. People do that too. You know," I teased.
"Twelve hours are too long. We can have sex, sleep and repeat," she smiled suggestively.
"Jesus, you're diabolical. Didn't you have enough this morning?"
"You've awakened the monster in me," Tessa looked around. When she saw that Rachel had gone to the back of the cabin, she made a bold move and placed her hand on my thigh and slid it up to cup the bulge in my pants.
"Jesus, Tessa, you'll be the end of me."
I thrust my hips against her wandering hand. Her fingers reached deep between my legs and cupped my balls through my pants. "God, I want to taste you."
"Shit woman. You're sex on a stick!" I clenched my teeth and buried my face into the crook of her neck. Tessa continued to rub me over and over, effectively making me insane with lust. She smiled as a small groan left my lips, she knew that had me exactly where she wanted me.
Without a word, I pulled her up and led her to the bedroom. Later, after she had her way with me, we lay naked in bed. Tessa's head rested on my chest, listening to my heartbeat. She was quiet; I knew she was thinking. "I don't do this often, you know."
"Do what? Have sex in a plane?"
"Not that, silly," she smiled weakly. "I meant yesterday at the hospital. I deliver babies every day; I never get emotional."
"Maybe you want a baby of your own."
"I can't," she said without thinking.
"I thought the accident didn't leave permanent damage."
"It didn't. But I can't have a baby with one of my one-night-stands," she sighed. "The idea of a sperm donner has crossed my mind once or twice, but I pushed it away. I can't do that to my baby. A child needs both parents. I saw how Timo wanted a father although Talia loved him unconditionally. It wasn't enough."
I stroked her hair and planted a kiss on her forehead. "What about me?"
"What about you?" Tessa looked up at me, confused.
"We can make a baby together."
"You can't be serious," Tessa's eyes widened.
"Why not? I'm not a one-night-stand, we're already married. You know me well enough to know that I'll be there for you and the baby no matter what?" I searched her eyes for an answer, but Tessa was shocked. I could see she was trying to digest what I was saying.
"Yes, but we're not going to stay married. It's a matter of time until the police put Jacob behind bars. A baby will connect us forever," she murmured.
I tensed when she mentioned Jacob, but I didn't show it. Instead, I looked into her beautiful blue eyes and asked, "And is that a bad thing?"
Tessa quietly chewed over her thoughts. She snuggled deeper into me, her nose pressed to my throat. After a while, she whispered, "No, It's not a bad thing."
Chapter Nineteen
Tessa
"Wake up, baby," Aron kissed my forehead. "We're going to land soon."<
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I opened my eyes and blinked slowly. I found Aron standing there smiling at me. "Hi, what time is it?"
"It's almost eight in Italy. We have an hour until we land."
"Oh, I slept that long?"
Aron grinned, his brown eyes filled with amusement as he stood in front of me. "You slept the entire way. You must've been exhausted."
I was a bit tired—the aftermath of all that had happened in the past forty-eight hours, Talia's babies, my breakdown, intense sex and Aron's words about having a baby with him—but a seven-hour nap is a new record for me.
I covered a yawn with my hand and got up. "Okay, give me five minutes, and I'll join you."
I collected my clothes from the floor and headed to the bathroom to freshen up. The smell of the freshly brewed coffee was tempting, I poured myself a cup as soon as I sat opposite Aron.
During breakfast, Aron told me about his plans for the week, but I wasn't listening. I was still thinking about what he had suggested earlier. Could I really have a baby with him? Why not? I'm sure Aron could be a good father. But how are we going to deal with each other after our time together is over? It's going to be awkward. Especially with this deep, inexplicable pull, we have toward one another. I don't know if it's chemistry or something else.
"We landed," I heard Aron saying.
"Hmm?" My head jerked up at him. He was smiling at me. I pulled myself quickly out of my thoughts, blinking them away as fast as I could. "I barely felt the plane touch down," I said as I unbuckled my seatbelt.
Aron stepped closer to me, making my breath catch in my throat. "Are you ready?" he asked softly, and I nodded, mesmerized by the warm look in his eyes. "In that case, let's go," he murmured and took my hand. His big, masculine palm engulfed my fingers. What are you doing to me, Aron Hamilton?
A car was waiting for us and took us from the airport to our destination. On our way there, Aron described his holiday home to me. He told me that he acquired it a few years ago, but he didn't use it. He bought it because it reminded him of his grandparents, he used to fly there with them every year. "When it was on the market I couldn't resist. I had to buy it," he said.
When we arrived, I knew what he meant. I'd never imagined, I would ever be surrounded by so much beauty. Yet there it was all around me. Aron's villa was a four-bedroom villa with its own private pool that was surrounded by fruit and scented lemon trees. It was tucked away in a secluded spot that overlooked the Gulf of Naples and the town on the Isle of Capri.
"Oh God, Aron. It's … it's breathtaking. I can just sit here all week and do nothing but enjoy the view," I said admiring everything around me.
"No, baby we're not here to sit. Go change and come explore with me. We're just a few minutes' walk from La Piazzetta."
"Oh, La Piazzetta, that means shopping," I was excited.
Aron held out a hand, "Come let me show you to our room."
I tensed, but I put my hand in his as we went upstairs. He said ´our room` not ´your room,` he assumed that we'd share a room. I wasn't sure what to think of this. We shared my room last night, but I was vulnerable and weak.
Aron must have sensed my anxiety, "I can move my bag to one of the guestrooms if you want,” he said when we entered the room.
"No, it's fine," I smiled sheepishly.
"You can kick me out if you still feel uncomfortable," Aron offered.
"It's your home and your room, Aron."
"It's our home and our room. If you don't want me here, I'll go," he insisted.
"Why are you doing this?" I bit my lips.
"Doing what?"
"Being kind and understanding."
"I told you, I'm Mr. Sweet," he grinned.
Although he was joking, it was true. In the past few weeks, I saw another side of him. He was attentive, considerate, and sweet. It never occurred to me that Aron could be those things. However, as much as I liked this side of him it scared me. Aron was getting under my skin, slowly but surely.
I was still wrapped in my thoughts when Aron gave me a playful clap on the butt that made me jerk. "Now go change, before Mr. Alpha Male replaces Mr. Sweet and locks you in this room for the whole week."
"I want to go out," my teeth caught my lower lip as I struggled with what I want against what I need, "But I want to take advantage of this first." My hand wandered over his zipper and the large bulge beneath. I leaned in and pressed my lips to his as I pushed him to the bed behind us. As soon as we hit the mattress, Aron flipped me on my back and showed me that there was more than a little alpha male in him.
It was after one when we finally left the house and went exploring. We didn't take the car it was just ten minutes stroll, and we were sitting at one of the pavements cafés enjoying an authentic espresso. Although it was September already, the sky was clear, and it was hot outside—wearing shorts and a T-shirt and buying ice cream kind of hot.
After lunch, Aron insisted on going shopping with me. I hadn’t expected him to be that patient, but he didn't complain when I entered most of the elegant boutiques in Capri's piazza.
The week flew like a dream, Aron knew the island like the back of his hand. He took me fishing and exploring the coastline in search of hidden coves and rocky beaches. I fell in love with this tiny island. The great restaurants, the buzzing atmosphere, and the beautiful coastal scenery. But I wasn't only enjoying the beauty around me; I also took pleasure in Aron's company. He was charming, funny and patient. His dedication to making me happy was sweet and touching, but it scared the crap out of me. I was getting more attached to him every day, and I couldn't do anything about it.
The sound of water splashing made me open my eyes beneath my sunglasses. I saw Aron climbing out of the pool. Good thing I had my glasses on, so he wouldn’t notice how I was looking at him. I enjoyed the way droplets of water rolled down his hard abs.
"What would you like to do today?" He asked as he dried himself off with a towel.
"It's our last day. I want to sit here and enjoy the view." My eyes wandered up to his stomach, taking their time until they reached his face.
A small smirk played on his lips. "I too want to enjoy the view."
Before I could comprehend what he meant, Aron lifted me and threw me into the water. "You're so full of yourself! I didn't mean you by the view," I said and tried to look away.
In response, Aron took my sunglasses away and put it on the border of the pool. "What are you doing?" I wanted to know.
He didn't answer; he gazed at me. The hungry look in his eyes made my stomach clench and pulse race. Aron didn't give me a chance to utter another word; he pushed me against the edge of the pool and his mouth devoured mine. When he lifted my legs around his waist and grounded his hips into me, I clung to his neck and kissed him back just as ravenously. Our kiss was wild, hungry and desperate. I didn't know how but I saw my bikini and Aron's shorts floating off into the water.
A cry of elation from our lips flew up into the blue sky as Aron slid into me. "Harder," I panted between kisses.
"Oh, God," I gasped, and my head dropped back as he thrust faster and harder into me. I screamed his name as a powerful orgasm rippled over me. A second later Aron groaned loud as he came.
When we both came to our senses, Aron's gaze met mine. "What are you doing to me?"
"The exact same thing you're doing to me," I whispered.
***
That evening Aron booked a table for us in an exclusive restaurant in the town of Capri. Before dinner, I took a shower and blow-dried my long brown hair. I smoked my eyes, applied a little lipgloss and dressed in a knee-length black cocktail dress.
When I went downstairs, Aron's gaze fastened on me with such intensity. He ran his eyes over my body and lifted them back to my face. The fire that burned in them sent an electric tingle straight to my core. A slow, sensual smile curled his lips as he said softly, "You look gorgeous… absolutely stunning."
A flush of pleasure warmed my skin at the compliment. "Thank you," I whispered
and my eyes glued to his face. He changed for dinner as well, putting on a white dress shirt and a pair of black pants that fit his tall, broad-shouldered body like they were made for him.
"You look pretty amazing yourself."