“You’re taking it off.” I tilt my head down when his hands sweep up to my shoulders, pushing the thin straps down my arms, until the entire dress falls to my feet. I kick it away, then slip out of my shoes. Until I’m completely naked and he’s only in his boxer briefs and didn’t he say something about sleeping together and that’s it?
Stretching my arms above my head, I let loose an exaggerated yawn and make my way toward his bed. “I’m so tired.”
He doesn’t say a word. Just watches me like I’ve lost my mind, which maybe I have. My gaze drops to the front of his boxer briefs and I notice his cock. He doesn’t have a full-blown erection, but it’s getting there.
Once I’m under the covers and my head is resting on a pile of pillows, I pat the empty spot next to me. “Aren’t you coming to bed?”
My question spurs him into action. He’s turning off lights and closing the curtains, finally slipping beneath the covers, though he keeps his distance.
We’re quiet. I can hear the sound of the ocean pounding the surf. That ever-present breeze softly rattling the palm trees.
“I’m going to miss this place,” I admit.
“Yeah?”
“It’s been peaceful.”
“Not at first.”
“That was more your fault than the location,” I remind him.
“True.” At least he doesn’t deny it.
I glance over at him, taking in the outline of his face. “Thank you for bringing me here.”
“You should be thanking my brother.”
“I don’t think you want me to thank him like I want to thank you,” I say lightly.
Perry literally growls, grabbing hold of my arm and pulling me to him so I have no choice but to let him wrap me up in his strong arms. As if he’s never going to let me go. He readjusts us so my back is to his front, my ass nudging his cock and he rests his chin on my shoulder, his mouth so close to my ear his lips tickle me when he speaks.
“I don’t hate you anymore, wife.”
I bend my head, shivering when he kisses my neck. “Are you so sure about that?”
His hands begin to wander, touching all of his favorite spots on my body. My breasts. My hips. My stomach. When he rests his hand on my pussy, I part my legs, allowing him entry, desperate for his fingers to work their magic.
“I’m positive,” he whispers as he begins to slowly stroke me. “I told myself I wouldn’t do this. That I was too tired. But I can’t resist you.”
When he rolls me over onto my back, I realize I can’t resist him either.
He kisses me, and the foreign emotions rising within me are terrifying. Yet I chase after them anyway, seeking the high that only Perry can give me.
Chapter Eighteen
Perry
Winston calls meinto his office within ten minutes of my arrival at Halcyon. The moment I walk in, he’s gesturing for me to close the door and I do so, falling into one of the chairs that’s in front of his massive desk.
“How was the honeymoon?” he asks.
“Good.” I don’t need to go into detail. It’s none of his damn business anyway, what happened between me and Charlotte.
“Just good? That’s all you have to say?”
“You want me to tell you everything we did?” I raise my brows.
He seems amused. “If you’re willing to do so. Go for it.”