Pain Lived, Love Found 2

by Thalia Lake

  “You are my sister, and I will always love you and be there for you no matter what is going on in my life. Do you understand me? Always.”

  She pulled me into a tight hug and we cried more. “Trevor will just have to work a little extra magic on our puffy eyes,” I said, smiling through my tears.

  ***

  After the pictures, toasts, and dinner were done, I was finally able to spend some time with my man. I felt bad that he was left alone for such a long time, but some little old ladies quickly made friends with him. They looked so cute as each of them took one of Roman’s arm as he escorted them to their tables.

  When Roman got to me he whisked me to the dance floor and hugged me tightly.

  “Finally I get to hold you in my arms. I missed you,” he rumbled, into my neck.

  “I missed you too,” I whispered, into his ear.

  “You know I hated seeing you dance with the Best Man. He had his hands around your waist, touching you where only I should be touching you.”

  I pulled back and gave him an “Are-you-kidding-me?” look and said, “I’ve been trying to get you to touch me other than kissing for the past two months, but you refuse to cooperate.”

  Roman smiled down at me. I know the waiting is killing him as well now.

  “I plan on fixing that. When you leave here I want you to go home and pack a bag. Bring a sundress and some sandals and a swimsuit. If you don’t have any of that stuff don’t worry about it, we’ll go shopping when we get there.”

  I was beyond intrigued and excited. “Get where?” I asked, smiling.

  “It’s a surprise, but I will say that it’s on an island,” Roman said, secretively.

  “Okay, well I need to tell Leo and let Sloane know that I’ll be gone…”

  “They already know,” Roman said confidently. “I hate being away from you. I feel like we haven’t spent enough quality time together and the only way we can make that happen is to go far away for a few days with no interruptions.”

  “You’ve read my mind because I feel the exact same way. I can’t wait to have you all to myself,” I said, in return.

  Roman bent down and gave me a light kiss on the lips as we continued to dance.

  After the reception was over, I was tired, but knowing I was about to go away with the man I love renewed my energy. I said my goodbyes to the bride and groom, took care of the transport of all of their gifts and then ran home.

  Roman went home to change clothes and then he was coming back to my place to take us to the airport. I changed clothes and packed a bag in record time. Soon Roman was ringing my doorbell to pick me up, and we were off to the airport - only the airport was in the opposite direction that Roman was driving.

  “Umm, sweetie, the airport is back that way.” I was pointing in the opposite direction as I looked at Roman.

  “I know baby, but we’re flying on a private jet,” Roman said smoothly as he glanced at me and winked.

  “Well, alrighty then.” I smiled and sat back in my seat and began to relax. I hate surprises, but something tells me that what Roman has in store for me is going to be all kinds of wonderful. I could feel the excitement building inside of me, and I couldn’t help feeling anxious. More than anything else I looked forward to spending uninterrupted alone time with Roman. Since we’ve met, we’ve always been interrupted or sidetracked by something or someone. That all ends as soon as we land on this island, and I couldn’t wait.

  We boarded the private jet and flew to St. Thomas and then took a ferry to St. Johns. Once there we were escorted to a private yacht that took us to a secluded island about ten miles from the mainland. Thank God I don’t suffer from seasickness!

  I have never been on an island before and I was trying my best not to behave like an awestruck tourist, but this had to be the most beautiful place on earth. This must be what paradise looked like. Pictures of the ocean and islands are nothing until you see them in person. The water was so blue and clear you could see right through it. The sandy beaches were so white, and the palm trees were majestic and serene at the same time. The tropical flowers combined with the smells of exotic fruits were so pleasing to the senses that I wished that I could bottle it up and bring some home with me.

  Once we arrived at this smaller, secluded island, there was a gentleman waiting for us. Roman helped me off the yacht and we trekked through the sand to the gentleman dressed in a tropical shirt and white linen shorts. It was very warm, and Roman had to take off his suit jacket and he unbuttoned his shirt further and rolled up his sleeves. God, I love his big, hairy arms.

  “Mr. Mancini, Ms. Paris, welcome to St John. Mr. Philip told me all about you. I’m Pierre and I will be taking care of you during your stay. Please follow me and I’ll show you to your quarters.”

  We walked a short path through some thick bushes and trees only to find this beautiful, two-story, white house tucked away among tall palm trees and wild tropical flowers and other bushes. The layout of the home was open and airy with floor to ceiling windows that gave you a spectacular view of the ocean and the beach no matter where you were in the house. Earth tone colors were the theme throughout the house with big comfortable pieces of furniture meant for lounging and relaxing. There was a formal dining room, a large kitchen with every modern convenience you would need, and spare bedrooms and an office all on the lower level. On the upper level were the master suite and another bedroom.

  “The kitchen is fully stocked with all of the things you requested, and when you’re ready for me to cook for you, just call the number left on your nightstand and I will be here in minutes. If you want to go to the mainland just call the second number on your list and the yacht will take you there or any other place you’d like to go. Enjoy your stay.” With a warm smile and bow of his head, Pierre disappeared as quickly as he appeared.

  “You arranged all of this?” I asked as I turned to face Roman.

  “I wish I had done this sooner but things had gotten crazy for both of us. What we do for the next four days is completely up to you. I don’t care if we stay in this house and never leave, but whatever you want to do, sweetheart, that’s what we’re going to do.” Roman took me into his arms and stole a kiss.

  “Honestly, I just need a few hours of sleep and then we can figure out what we want to do. And I’m not opposed to staying here. How often can someone say they had an island to themselves?”

  “I could use a nap myself.” Roman let me out of his arms and began to slowly unbutton his shirt.

  With each button he unbuttoned he exposed more of his beautiful, muscled chest and the dark hair that covered it. My mouth became dry and I fell into a trance as I continued to look at his masculine form. I couldn’t bring myself to look away.

  “Wha...what are you doing?” I asked, nervously.

  “I’m taking off my clothes so we can take a nap,” Roman replied in a sexy voice after his shirt was off completely. He had a small smirk on his face as he put his suitcase on top of the bed to open it up. Every move he made caused the muscles in his arms, back, and chest to flex.

  The man’s body is a work of art, and he clearly takes care of it. There isn’t an ounce of fat or flab to be found on him. I thought to myself.

  “Do you take naps naked?” I half- joked. If he did, I know for a fact we’ll never get any sleep.

  “Sometimes. Do you want me to now?” Roman looked at me with eyes full of need, daring me to take me up on his offer.

  “I think you need to behave, cowboy. There will be plenty of time for that later. There’s no need for us to rush.”

  The words I just spoke should sound very familiar to Roman. Those were the same words he used on me when I suggested that we stay at the bed and breakfast. I was also proud of myself for giving the impression that I could wait when in fact I wanted nothing more than to strip down naked and tackle him onto the bed.

  Roman stopped folding his shirt and gave me a look as he recognized the familiar words I spoke.

  “You�
��re gonna pay for that.”

  “Why?” I laughed. “Those are your words aren’t they? What - only you can say them but I can’t?”

  He took off his pants, revealing big powerful thighs and long legs. He wore boxer briefs and they showed off a nice juicy ass and a huge bulge in the front - and as far as I could tell he wasn’t even erect! Good Lord...now my mouth is watering.

  He dug out a pair of basketball shorts and slowly put them on. He knew I was still watching him.

  “Get undressed and come to bed.” The way he looked at me – no smile and serious eyes – let me know that he wasn’t asking me, he was telling me. I wanted to obey him, but I couldn’t tear my eyes away from his body. He closed up his suitcase and put it in the closet across the room. I watched him walk, and I noticed his natural grace and the ease in his stride. When he stopped at the closet, his stance was one of confidence with his slightly bow legs. He had the walk of an athlete, a star athlete to be more exact. They walk with a certain swag and confidence because they know they are good and they can prove it. Roman has confidence for many reasons, all of which attracted me to him in the first place. He’s a very smart businessman, a highly intelligent person, and he’s a badass. I’ve seen him display all of those things with ease in various situations, and I doubt there’s a woman alive in her right mind who wouldn’t want a man like Roman. I was still rooted in my spot as I ogled, appreciated, and salivated over this man who made my pulse race every time I was around him. Those expensive suits have been covering up that body all this time? Suddenly I didn’t feel so tired anymore because other things, or more accurately, other parts of my body, were now wide awake.

  Roman walked back to me and stood in front of me with a curious frown on his face. “Do you need me to help you undress?”

  My eyes were stuck on his full lips before his words finally registered with my brain. Looking him in the eyes, I said, “Huh? No, I don’t need your help, Sir.”

  He smiled down at me. I put down my purse and opened up my suitcase looking for my favorite shorts and tank top that I sleep in. Don’t judge me. It’s been a while since I’ve been to Victoria’s Secret. Hell, I haven’t had anyone to wear sexy lingerie for in a long time either, so why buy it? Besides, I planned on doing some shopping during our time here, and I planned on making sure I bought some sexy lingerie that I hoped Roman would tear off of me because he wanted me just that bad. Once I found the items I was looking for in my suitcase, I started to look for the bathroom.

  Stopping me in my tracks Roman asked, “Where are you going?”

  “To change my clothes,” I said, turning around.

  He smirked at me and replied, “No, you’re not. Come here, Sarah.”

  One of my eyebrows immediately rose in defiance even though I loved his commanding tone.

  “Come. Here,” He said again, and this time more demanding.

  I walked back to him and stood before him.

  “I undressed in front of you. The least you can do is undress in front of me.”

  “What if I’m shy?” I challenged.

  “Then I’ll help you,” he replied softly as he hooked a finger in the strap of my sundress and pushed it down.

  “I don’t need your help...this time.” I brushed his hand away.

  He got into the bed and rested his back on the headboard with his legs outstretched.

  I pushed down the other strap to my dress and let it fall to my feet. My red, lacy bra and matching panties were in full view as I looked Roman in the eyes. His eyes were focused and dark as he took me in from head to toe. I slid out of my sandals and stepped out of my sundress and then turned around and bent over at the waist to pick it up. I then walked over to my suitcase and put my dress inside. I could feel Roman’s eyes on me, warming my skin everywhere he looked. When I turned around his eyes were hooded and the look on his face was serious. I was determined not to smile or react. I wanted to act like he wasn’t even there as I went about my task of getting ready for bed. I was so nervous as I willed myself not to shake or seem affected by his heated gaze. I wanted him just as badly as he wanted me, if not more. I slipped on my thin tank top and then I slowly pulled on my short shorts, giving extra wiggles of my hips as I did so. When I was finally dressed, my eyes met Roman’s and I waited for his next command.

  “Get up here.”

  I climbed into the bed next to him and he pulled me into his arms, making me lay halfway across his naked chest. Our lips crashed into each other in a passionate kiss that left us panting and very turned on.

  I got from on top of him and settled comfortably on his chest with my fingers running through his chest hair. I listened as his heart thumped inside of his chest and then slowly slow down to a more calming, hypnotic beat. He smelled so good... His hands caressed whatever exposed skin it could find from my arms to my legs before they settled on my ass.

  “God, you’re soft. You feel so good in my arms,” he mumbled into my hair.

  My eyes were starting to drift close as his heartbeat continued to lull me to sleep.

  “I love your scent. And your big strong chest. I could lay here forever,” I yawned.

  Roman chuckled and gently caressed my arm. “Go to sleep, Baby.”

  ***

  Two hours later we woke up, both of us starving. Roman insisted on cooking for me and I sat in the kitchen and watched him in between staring out at the ocean from the patio door.

  “I can’t wait to spend a day at the beach,” I said in a dreamy voice.

  He had a towel across his shoulder as he stirred his creamy, homemade, Alfredo sauce. He was making a seafood Alfredo pasta dish and it smelled heavenly. When everything was ready, including a simple salad that I made, we sat out on the patio and had dinner with the beautiful ocean as the backdrop.

  “This is so good!” The first taste of the seafood Alfredo was so good I had to close my eyes. I planned on savoring each and every bite of this wonderful dish.

  Roman blushed and said, “Thank you, Baby.” We both cleaned our plates and Roman looked at me and asked, “Are you ready for dessert?”

  “Yes!”

  We brought our dishes inside and Roman brought me to the living room. Sitting in the middle of the floor with huge soft pillows was chocolate fondue and a tray full of fresh and exotic fruits and two plates with utensils. He took me by my hand and we sat on the floor feeding each other while stealing soft, sensual kisses between bites. “Did Pierre do this?”

  “Yeah, he helped me out setting things up, but it was all my idea.” Roman smiled at me, clearly proud of his romantic skills.

  I love his simple, thoughtful, romantic gestures. As we continued to indulge in this sinful treat, some chocolate had dripped onto my thigh. I didn’t become aware of it until Roman had stopped chewing and his eyes were focused on the small delectable dot on my smooth thigh. My eyes followed his as he continued to stare at it. I watched as he swallowed hard, fighting the urge to do what I know he wanted to do. Finally, he said “Fuck it,” and lowered his head and slowly licked the rich chocolate off of my thigh. It wasn’t a tentative or discreet lick. He used his entire long, fat tongue to lick it off and then some, leaving a hot, wet trail behind. I was already wet from our kissing and teasing, but that one act caused my essence to pool between my legs. I gasped in pleasure and surprise and my eyes became heavy with desire as I caressed Roman’s hair, my hand now sliding down his face as he sat back up and looked at me. His eyes mirrored my own, and he was very turned on.

  Instead of speaking he grabbed me by the back of my head and devoured my lips. The control he had over his passion was gone, and now he was a hungry man on a mission. He stood up and brought me to my feet as well and scooped me into his arms. He carried me up the winding staircase that led to our bedroom and kicked the door closed once we were inside. He gently put me down on the floor and lifted his T-shirt shirt over his head, revealing his perfectly sculpted chest, powerfully muscled arms, and his firm, six-pack abs. The man was a statue
of male sexiness. Whenever I was in his arms, I could always feel the power of his arms and the firmness of his chest, but to see it in the flesh had my mouth watering. Once again my eyes were drawn to his chest and my fingers itched to touch him, but I wanted him to take the lead.

  He looked at me with a wicked grin as he watched me openly ogle his beautiful body. “Come here. Touch me,” he commanded in his deep voice.

  My feet began to move before I could even think. I stood before him and spread my palms on his chest and then slowly moved them to his muscled shoulders and down his arms. I felt his body flex at my touch and his breath hitch, letting me know that my touch brought him pleasure. I brought my hands back to his chest and gently ran my fingers and nails through his chest hair, enjoying the silky feel of it before I brought them down to caress his flat, muscled stomach. I paused because wanted to explore lower. I brought my eyes up to his and I leaned in and kissed him hungrily. We both moaned as our kiss increased in urgency and my hesitance to explore every inch of him flew out the window. My hands went down further to the sexy v-shape of his hips that led to the very aroused bulge in his shorts. I gently cupped and then massaged his dick, which caused a deeper moan to come forth from the back of his throat.

  He reached down and pulled the hem of my shirt up until it was over my head, exposing my red-lace bra. He wasted no time pushing down my shorts to reveal my matching panties. I always imagined myself being shy and nervous, self-conscious even during this moment, but instead I felt empowered. I wanted Roman to look at me and do whatever it was he wanted to me because I trusted him, and Lord knows I needed him. I said nothing as he stood there and drank me in with his hungry eyes from head to toe. His breathing became faster, his nostrils flaring. Finally, he reached out and touched my collarbone and allowed his fingers to gently travel to my bare shoulders and down my arms, causing Goosebumps to pimple my sensitive skin. His touch was driving me mad and I wanted more, so much more.