Just Perfection (The Perfection Series Book 4)

by Heather Guimond

  I reached out and squeezed his thigh gently. I wanted to get his attention, but more than that I wanted an excuse to touch him. His leg was hard, the muscle nearly unyielding under my hand. It sent a thrill through me. He was so strong. I’m sure it appealed to me in some primal way, but as a modern woman, I simply appreciated the perfection of his body.

  Justin turned off the TV and looked down at me. “Did you have a good rest?”

  I smiled up at him. “I did, thank you.”

  “I suspected so. You were snoring,” he said with a chuckle.

  I felt the heat rise to my cheeks wondering what else I might have done. My pillow was dry, so at least I didn’t drool. However, if I had been farting in my sleep, Justin was gentleman enough not to mention it. I crossed my fingers and sent a silent plea to the fates to have spared me that indignity even if I’d never know whether I had or not.

  “Of course, I was,” I sighed out loud, “because it would be too much to ask to look like an angel sleeping next to you.”

  “Oh, you definitely did. Just a loud one.”

  I grabbed one of the pillows from behind his back and swatted him with it.

  “Such violence! You must be one of those fallen angels,” he said as he laughed. “You must be starving by now. Go freshen up, and we’ll go out in search of food.”

  I nodded, then stretched and groaned loudly. My back was no longer stiff which was a relief. I rotated my hips, still working out the kinks from sleeping soundly when I caught the look on Justin’s face.

  “You really shouldn’t do that, Mimi. The way your body lengthened and tightened, the way your back arched along with the sound of you moaning, I’m very likely to bar the door now. You might not eat another morsel for the rest of the weekend.”

  I blushed a little, but laughed. “Okay, okay. I’m going.”

  Justin made a little sound of regret, then reached over and slapped me on the ass as I stood from the bed. I jumped and covered my rear, saying, “There will be time enough for that later, Mister!” He let out a deep growl which made my lady parts quiver, but I exercised remarkable inner strength and forced myself to go get ready.

  There were a variety of places to eat at the Ferry Landing, from fast food to pizza to semi-formal dining. We went back and forth for a few minutes trying to decide if we should have Mexican or seafood. In the end, the seafood won out, partially because we could get Mexican food at home any time from a variety of wonderful local places, and partly because the seafood restaurant had beautiful waterside seating with a fantastic view of the downtown San Diego skyline.

  We ordered several appetizers because everything looked so good. Oysters, crab-stuffed shrimp, and calamari started us off. I thought for sure I wouldn’t be able to finish the crab legs we both ordered, but damned if I didn’t devour every butter-drenched bite. Our conversation over the meal was mild and relaxed, but the heated looks Justin gave me when he thought I wasn’t looking had my skin tingling with electricity. I wondered if I had a similar effect on him. I didn’t try to seduce him—I gave up any kind of hope for those skills many years before—yet, it was clear he was affected by me, anyway.

  After dinner, we strolled along the pier enjoying the last of the sunset. Justin had wrapped his arm around my shoulders to help ward off any chill from the cool sea breeze. I wasn’t cold in the slightest. I was warm and content with his arm wrapped around me, his body pressed so closely to my side. It had taken so much to bring us to where we were now, but it felt so familiar and right, it was like we’d never known any other way with each other.

  I leaned my head against his shoulder as we stopped at the railing to take one last look over the bay. The dying light made little sparkles across the water as if someone had thrown glitter across the surface. It was enchanting and romantic which was only tripled by the fact I was finally where I wanted to be, where I belonged.

  Justin tipped my chin up and gave me a long, unhurried kiss. I melted into his arms. I was completely oblivious to our surroundings. He could have stripped me bare, and I wouldn’t have minded. All I wanted to do was drown in his embrace, his kisses, the sheer magic of the moment. He pulled back and stared down into my eyes.

  As he looked at me soberly, he whispered, “I love you, Mimi. I love you like I have never loved anyone before.” He paused for a moment, then spoke a little louder, the urgency of his words evident in his pitch. “From the moment I met you, you captivated and entranced me. Of course, for a long time, I thought I was royally fucked. You were my best friend’s girlfriend, then wife. I never thought you could ever be mine. Then, when I thought I might have a chance, it slipped through my fingers before I could ever really grab hold of it. We have taken a long and difficult road to get where we are now, so I need you to know there is no going back now. You’re mine, and no matter what comes our way, you always will be. If you were to ever leave me, I would be a shell of what I am now.”

  The tears pooled in my eyes as I listened to his heartfelt declaration. I tried to swallow them back, so I could speak, but they spilled over and ran down my cheeks, anyway. I took his face into both my hands and locked eyes with him.

  “I was foolish for so long, Justin. I regret so many things, but what I regret most is having caused you all the anguish and pain I did. I have always been blessed to have you as my friend, but I am the luckiest woman in the world to be the one you love. I will care for your heart as no one ever has, and you own mine in return.”

  He pulled me in tight and held me close for several moments. I felt him take a deep breath and let it out in a slow sigh. He kissed me before letting his hands slide down my arms in a caress to finally grasp mine. He didn’t speak. He didn’t smile. He quietly led me away from the railing and down the pier, his fingers laced with mine. We walked the rest of the way back to the hotel in peaceful silence, both of our hearts finally being whole together.

  Chapter Eleven

  Justin didn’t let go of my hand after we entered the room. He led me over to the bed where he turned to me. Before I knew it, he’d wrapped his hand around the back of my neck and crushed his lips to mine. The urgency in his kiss was overwhelming. His tongue invaded my mouth and swept through it before slowing down to a sensuous caress of mine. I was dizzy with the change of intensities. First, it was commanding and possessive, then became a slow exploration of every recess and curve. I could tell Justin was trying his best to harness the wild energy possessing him, not wanting to overpower me after such tender moments earlier. However, I’d already learned he was a carnal animal who couldn’t be restrained for long. I loved his passion, so I decided to test every skill I had to tempt him into surrendering to it. I never wanted either of us to hold back for any reason, but especially not tonight.

  I stealthily began to undo his shirt one button at a time. Once it was freed from his waistband and hung loosely on his shoulders, I pulled my mouth from his and licked my way down his neck to the broad planes of his chest. I traced the cleavage between the muscles before outlining the underside of each. As I tasted the warm, intoxicating flavor of his skin, I moaned softly. I dipped my fingertips beneath the top of his jeans and caressed the smooth skin there, teasing him gently before popping the buttons of his fly. His cock was at full attention, immediately springing free as the thick denim parted. The sight of the swollen, dark skin called to me. I knelt as I drew his pants down to expose that part and closed my mouth over him. I only had the chance to swirl my tongue around him and begin to suckle softly before he pulled me back up to his mouth. He kissed me feverishly as I wrapped my hand around his dick, gripping it firmly. I felt him throb in my palm as his hips began to move involuntarily. Hurriedly, he gripped the hem of my t-shirt and roughly removed it from me. I smirked a little to myself, feeling no small satisfaction, my efforts were starting to have the desired effect. Fisting him tighter, I picked up my pace while cradling his heavy balls in my other hand.

  Justin broke away as he choked out a strangled moan. His warning rumble was a
ll I heard before he pounced. He all but tackled me to the bed, then rapidly separated me from my own jeans and my undergarments. I had a moment’s disappointment, I’d worn a fancy new teal bra and panties set. They were feminine but racy, the bra with its demi cups which my chest practically spilled from, while the thong nicely showcased the assets below my waist. I didn’t think about it for long though because the next thing I knew, Justin was parting my thighs as he ran his tongue up and down their length. I felt the heat throbbing in my core, my body weeping with arousal. He took his thumbs and gently parted the soft velvety skin, revealing the slick pink silk beneath. Justin groaned as he looked down at me, his hand going to his crotch and grabbing his length forcefully. He rose to his knees, one hand keeping my pussy open to him as he began to stroke himself. Rather than feeling insecure under such close scrutiny, I became even more excited by the sight of him absently stroking his cock with his eyes riveted to my sex. I whimpered in both anticipation and impatience. He grinned up at me as he began to stroke faster, each movement fluid and sure. I drew my knees up to my chest, then parted them as far as they could go so he wouldn’t have to continue holding me open himself. It was more erotic than I could have imagined, spreading myself open for the taking, for him to do whatever he wanted to me.

  Justin angled his cock down and slapped it lightly against my clit. The soft impact made me gasp, then churn my hips in need. He looked up at me and grinned mischievously, before slapping it against me again, but harder. He did it repeatedly, each strike a bolt of electricity through me, stealing my breath and setting me on fire at the same time. Finally, he began to rub the head of his cock against the now very sensitive bud, soothing the sting while amply lubricating himself. I remained still, mostly. The things he was doing to me made it impossible to remain completely motionless, but that’s not what he wanted, anyway. He was enjoying the responses he could elicit from my body and taking special satisfaction in the sounds and movements I made. When I thought he’d finally enter me, he released his hold on himself and drove two fingers straight into my pussy. I cried out at the invasion. It was everything I needed and not enough at the same time. I pulled my knees to the absolute highest they could go until the stretch in my muscles was nearly painful. I was writhing and moaning as he continued his assault, fucking me fast and deep, all the while watching me closely. He rubbed his fingers over that one spot, again and again, driving me higher and higher until I finally detonated into what felt like a million pieces. I heard my own screams echoing through the room, but was so far gone, I couldn’t have stopped it if I wanted to.

  Justin eased my legs down as I panted heavily, then wedged his hips between them. He didn’t give me a chance to catch my breath. He thrust in deep before my orgasm completely subsided, and in doing so, threw me into the arms of another shattering climax. He gripped my hair in his fist as he kissed me through my cries, swallowing the sound as he stroked in and out again and again.

  Once I was limp from the magnitude of such pleasure, Justin took great delight in bending me into positions I didn’t think I’d have been able to manage otherwise. He asserted his dominion over my body repeatedly, pulling responses out of me when I surely thought I hadn’t anything left.

  After what seemed like an eternity and a moment all at once, he positioned me on my knees and pushed my head down to the bed. I was so lost to him. No longer a thinking creature with a will of her own, all I could do was cling to the sheets and feel him master my body in ways no one ever had. He gripped my hips tightly and forcefully impaled me on his cock. He didn’t thrust in and out. No, he pulled and pushed me back and forth on himself. He used my body like a toy made to pleasure him. Had someone described such a thing to me, I’d have wondered how pleasurable that could be, but in the here and now, it was indescribably erotic.

  At last, I felt him grow thicker and harder within me. He returned me to my back and hooked my boneless legs over his shoulders. I was drenched in perspiration, my hair sticking to my face and chest, yet I found the strength to grip his shoulders tightly and move with him. He had spent so much time manipulating my body and its responses, I was determined to push past the sexual wall of exhaustion and bring him home with my name on his lips this time. We rocked our bodies, pushing together and pulling apart, racing toward that imaginary finish line. Suddenly, Justin shouted and thrust deep, holding himself tight against my cervix. I felt the heat spreading inside me as he came long and hard. Every throbbing pulse of his cock sent a ripple of satisfaction through me. I took a deep breath and sunk into a hazy sort of awareness. I felt him slide from me and take me into his arms while he whispered words I couldn’t understand. In mere moments, I was fast asleep in the cradle of his arms.

  Morning came with a plethora of aches and pains along with some very impressive bruises on my hips and thighs. I delighted in each one of them, all in the perfect shape of fingertips. They were reminders of the indescribable pleasure Justin had wrought on my body for hours the night before. I counted fifteen while I was in the shower. I found a few more on my upper arms as I was blow drying my hair. My whole body felt like it was filled with cement, and I wanted to lay in bed. We had planned to rent surreys and explore the island, but I had to beg off. I didn’t think I was up to exerting myself. I really wanted to climb back in bed together, cuddling and hoping for a resurgence of my energy from the night before. Justin suffered no ill effects, so he politely pointed out if we did that, he was very likely to fuck me into a coma before the day was over. In the end, we compromised and decided to go to the beach and enjoy the sunshine.

  It ended up being a very lazy day for me. I laid in the sun, half sleeping, and dreamily replaying the night before in my mind. Justin lay next to me for a time, occasionally reaching over to take my hand or to apply sunscreen to my entire body, so I wouldn’t burn. I wasn’t about to complain. His hands touching me anywhere, be it my arms or other more intimate places, reaffirmed my connection with him. The closeness we’d achieved was unlike anything I’d ever experienced. Vance and I were deeply connected, but without the shared history Justin and I had, even it could not compare. I felt wonderfully consumed by him with no desire to ever emerge.

  Justin finally tired of being idle. Rather than urging me to do anything, he set off to play in the ocean. I didn’t see how it could be much fun for him alone, but he was out swimming for over an hour. When he returned, his already olive skin had turned a dark shade of reddish brown and the water sparkled as it dripped from his frame. Dropping to the sand next to me, I moaned my displeasure at no longer being able to ogle his body.

  “Easy, Peaches,” he warned. “You keep this up and I’m going to think you only see me as a piece of meat.”

  “Yes, but a very delicious piece,” I teased.

  “Who knew you were such an animal?” he asked as he shook his head in disbelief.

  “I had no clue, either,” I giggled girlishly. “I’ve always liked sex, but sex with you? That’s in a whole different realm.”

  “Now you’re just flattering me,” he chided.

  “Absolutely not. I now know why you had the reputation you did. I also know why Delia lost her mind. If you ever kick me out, I might go psycho, too.”

  “Don’t even joke about that, Mimi,” he said as he shuddered.

  “Okay, okay. Not my best joke, but even if I ever mended my broken heart, I’d still have a major jones for your body.”

  Justin groaned. “Jonesing is another bad joke, Mimi!”

  “Crap. I’ll shut up now and go back to sleep.”

  “While that sounds like the safest idea since conversation is not your strong point today, we should go get some lunch. The swim helped me work up an appetite.”

  On cue, my stomach growled loudly. Laughing, I replied, “I think I’ve somehow managed to work up one, too.”

  Justin lifted his now-dry body to a kneeling position and pulled me up. Before allowing me to stand, he pressed his lips softly to mine. Pulling back, he caressed my cheek
and looked deeply into my eyes. “I can’t tell you how in love I am with you, Peaches. It seemed like I loved you forever, but now I am so hopelessly, deeply, and madly in love with you, there’s no point of return. I am utterly and irrevocably yours.”

  Tears sprang to my eyes. He had said similar words the night before, but I would never tire of hearing how much he loved me. I threw my arms around Justin and buried my face in his shoulder as I tried to keep from full-out crying. I’d been so convinced I’d blown my chance that I’d thoughtlessly squandered his love and would forever pay for my foolishness. I’d been through the wringer over the last several years, some of my hardships self-inflicted, some not. No matter the case, I felt like I had once again found favor with the fates. I would never let Justin go again.

  We spent the afternoon much like the morning, lazily and leisurely. Justin did manage to coax me into the water where we splashed and played. He kept dunking me, much to my annoyance. It was no fun to choke on the salt water and try to blink it from my eyes. By the end of the day, I felt like I was coated in salt and sand, inside and out. I felt hot, icky, and uncomfortable as we walked back to the hotel. As soon as we entered the room, I stripped out of my suit and headed for the shower. One of the hazards of playing in the water is ending up with a crack filled with a pound of sand, so I was eager to remedy that without delay.

  After rinsing down my body with cool water, I leaned back into the spray letting it sluice over my heated skin. Despite Justin’s efforts to protect me, I’d managed to get a light sunburn. The water felt good as it soothed the stinging tingles which covered my back and shoulders. My mind began to wander as I luxuriated under the cascade, thinking how right our weekend had been so far.