“Oh I am, but I’m also worried. The pressure on him will be so much. He has to follow success with success.”
“But you have fait
h in him?”
“Yes, but…” I search for words to explain my fears. “Aidan is very prone to depression. He’s struggled with it since…almost his whole life.”
Rachel is silent. “Success makes some people depressed, Landon, but not all of them. I’m sure Aidan can handle it.” She squeezes my hand. “Tonight, you should be celebrating, not thinking about the past.”
I touch her cheek, wondering what I did to deserve my personal angel. “You’re right.”
She searches my face. “How can I take your mind off it?”
I’m instantly at attention. “You know how.”
Her eyes light up with mischief, and with a chuckle, she hikes up her dress and comes up to straddle me, her knees on either side of my thighs. She places her hands on my shoulders and smiles down at me. “Tell me what you want.”
I pull in a breath, and her scent fills my senses. “First, I want you to stay right where you are.”
“Done.” She grinds against the front of my pants, rubbing on my already rigid erection. I exhale.
“The drive’s not long enough for what I want to do to you.”
“I know.” She grins. “I’m just teasing you.”
Temptress. I stroke my hands over her ribs then cup her breasts over her clothes. She leans forward to kiss me and I seize her lips eagerly, stroking my tongue against hers until she’s moaning into my mouth.
Under her dress, I find the damp crotch of her panties and press my fingers over the soft fabric. She sighs and arches, inviting me to touch her some more. I move the barrier of her underwear aside and my fingers slip over her wet folds, teasing her gently before sliding inside her.
I love that I’m the one who gets to touch her like this, who gets to make her moan with pleasure. She moves her hips, urging my fingers deeper. Just then, the limo stops. I hear Joe step out of the car, and with a sigh, she scrambles off me and fixes her dress.
Outside the car, I take her hand as we walk to the elevator. She’s flushed and beautiful, and I can barely wait until we’re alone to show her the plans I’ve made for her pleasure tonight. As the elevator goes up, I hold her gaze then raise my fingertips to my lips and lick them.
She lets out a moan.
“What?” My smile is innocent.
“Stop driving me crazy.”
I step over to where she’s standing and bring her flush against my body so she can feel just how much I want her. “Never.”
As soon as the elevator stops and the doors open, I lift her into my arms and carry her upstairs to our bedroom, where a bottle of champagne is chilling in a bucket along with covered dishes.
I lay her on the bed, and she props herself up on her elbows on the soft mattress, looking around before giving me a quizzical look. “We’re celebrating?”
“Yes.” I shrug off my jacket then dim the lights and turn on music from hidden speakers. The low sound of vintage jazz fills the room and her lips curve.
“Aidan’s success?”
I nod. “And you and me.” I pop the champagne and pour out two glasses. Joining her on the bed, I hand her one, clinking mine against it in a toast. “To you and me. To us.”
“Us,” she echoes softly.
I feed her in between kisses, undressing her as we eat. Soon, we’re both naked, and I nudge her back on the bed. I have one more surprise for her tonight.
She watches, curious as I retrieve a box from a drawer in the nightstand.
“What’s that?”