Part 27 (1/2)
Standing there for a few seconds, she stared at Warner, not waking him. Even asleep he exuded power. She admired his beauty, his being, and how he'd kept his promise in coming for her. Careful not to let her shoes make a noise against the marble floor, she tiptoed closer. Leaning over him, she tucked her hair behind her ears and planted her lips on his. ”Big Daddy,” she whispered.
Warner's mouth curved into a smile and his hazel eyes opened. ”My Red.” He pulled her onto his lap.
”What happened to staying in Cannes this week?” She ran her hands along the vertical white b.u.t.tons on his s.h.i.+rt.
”I missed you,” he replied without hesitation, ma.s.saging her hand with his.
”Really?” She bit her inside cheek, stifling a grin as she wrapped her fingers around his.
”Smile. Your cheek-biting thing is getting old.” He laughed. Rubbing his hand along her jawline, he kissed her. ”I packed my things up and boarded the jet. We taxied halfway down the runway and experienced a mechanical issue. So I flew commercial to London only hours after I dropped you off. I thought about calling you from the Heathrow airport but wanted to surprise you. I couldn't get a flight to New York. I had to lay over in London first. No direct flights. Everything was booked up.”
”I'll bet.” She kissed his hands, listening, happy that he sat here. Taddy felt as if her heart might explode. The beats of her heart boomed faster than a Waris Sugar tempo.
”I discovered then that I didn't have my charger with me. I'd left it at Hotel du France. So my phone died. Once in London, I took a flight to Toronto and here I am, home in New York-with you.”
”You flew twenty-four hours...to see me?”
”I did.” Warner's facial stubble told her he spoke the truth.
”A day in the air is the sweetest thing anyone's ever done.” Stunned, she didn't know what to say.
”Nah. The sweetest thing is dreaming about you after trying to get Brigitte at Secrete de St. Barth spa to track down Mademoiselle Red, who on December thirtieth received a vajazzling appointment.” He gave her a sidelong glance, tapping his hand on the card she held in her hand.
”That explains this ticket.” She stood, surprised and more certain than ever that Warner Truman was hers to have.
He nodded.
”Come with me, please...”
”A shower would be really good about now.” He stood taller than she'd remembered. More exquisite than she'd imagined.
She took his hand in hers and led him into her bedroom.
He showered.
Taddy leaned against the bed. Warner came from the bathroom, his wet hair tousled into a thick spike. The sincerity in his eyes made her feel warm inside. His intentions shone clear. It was obvious to her now-he was hers.
His hands rested on his hips. ”Afraid I wouldn't come to New York to see you?”
”Terrified,” she admitted. ”Though you do live here too, ya know.”
Stepping forward, he tilted her chin, studying her face. ”I love you, Taddy.” He placed his lips over hers, allowing nothing between them. Sinking his tongue into her mouth, he claimed her as she'd always dreamt.
Face tingling, palms itching, heart jumping, she confessed, ”I love you too.” A happy cry broke from her lips.
He undressed her. ”I want this to work.”
She closed her eyes and lifted her hands in the air, turning around as he removed her blouse and skirt. She realized no one had ever said they'd loved her-at least not out loud. Not her parents, friends or her employees. She'd verbalized love to them all but never heard it in return. Love sounded better than music. It felt better than words. Warner was love.
He kissed her again, placing her in the center of the bed. ”This isn't going to be easy with our schedules, but we'll manage.”
”Thank you, Mr. Pragmatic.” She mocked his reservations.
”I've blocked out the whole week to be here in New York with you.” His adorable eyebrows rose in expectation of a thank-you.
”You have?” She couldn't imagine. ”You'll be able to come to my Candy Land Ball. I'll have to get you a costume in the morning.”
He lifted her back farther onto the pillows. ”I can't wait to meet your friends. But I'm not wearing a costume.”
”It's a requirement. No costume, no admission,” she teased.
”Hmm.” Cupping her b.r.e.a.s.t.s in his hands, he circled each nipple with his tongue. ”My mouth missed your girls.” He hummed to himself. His tongue lashed clockwise then counterclockwise over her b.u.mpy flesh then flicked back and forth over the tips of her nipples.
His fingers found what he wanted between her legs. ”You're wet already.”
”My floodgates burst the second you told me you loved me.”
”Woo-hoo,” he shouted. ”I L-O-V-E you and I love it when you're soaked.” His hands embraced her as he patted and tapped her thin crevice into frenzy. Warner's tongue traced around the areola and then bit down.
”Warner!”
He sucked on her nipples and patted the hard nub of her c.l.i.toris. Warner dropped his head. Lifting her legs, he buried his face between them. ”Yeah, baby?” Her thighs spread wide. All of a sudden, he pressed down on her slit and-exhaled, filling her with air.
”Oooh.” Her eyes closed as she dug her nails into her palms. His lips came down over her folds. ”Warner.” She heard him inhale through his mouth. ”Fuuuck.” There was a deep suction over her v.u.l.v.a, one she'd never felt. An urge to kick her legs from the o.r.g.a.s.m trembled through her as she came.
He held her legs down and repeated his v.a.g.i.n.a-c.l.i.toris-centric kiss over and over again.
Grabbing onto the pillow's edges, she pulled herself up in ecstasy. ”I can't take any more. You're driving me crazy.”
”Get used to it.” He yanked her by the ankles closer to him and buried his face over her c.l.i.t, rotating his fingers inside her. ”Tonight, I want you to come again and again for me.”
Her fingers knotted at his scalp, body trembling, she moaned, ”Warner, not again-not this soon-I've never...”
Warner fingered her with his entire hand, almost fisting her.
Body shuddering, she couldn't hold out any longer. ”Big Daddy.” f.u.c.k, f.u.c.k, f.u.c.k. She held on to his shoulders while her core shook. Shuddering in ecstasy, she creamed.
He buried his face between her legs, lapping her up and muttered, ”You on the Pill?”
”I've taken birth control for years, not sure why though. It's not like-”
”Shush.” He kissed her feet and toes. ”I tested a few months ago. I'm clean. And you?”
”My physical was last month. I'm negative too.”
”Tonight I won't come on your tongue. I'll come inside you.” He held her legs and arched above her.
”What?”
”Gonna fill you good, baby girl.” His d.i.c.k rested at her folds, asking permission to come in and unite.