Total pages in book: 66
Estimated words: 63243 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 316(@200wpm)___ 253(@250wpm)___ 211(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 63243 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 316(@200wpm)___ 253(@250wpm)___ 211(@300wpm)
There’s a moment of silence where we hold each other’s gaze, wondering if we can, somehow, salvage what’s been lost and start again.
“I want us to start over,” Shawn says, a gleam in his beautiful blue eyes. “You’re my world, Blythe, and I’ll do anything to be able to prove that.”
“I just want you to be the Shawn I used to know.”
“I can do that. So, what do you think? Can I take you out on a date tonight? I hear there’s salsa dancing over at the next resort.”
I snort a laugh at his eavesdropping. “I would love to go on a date with you.”
He smiles and it warms my heart. It’s been so long since I’ve seen it. “Great. I’m going to my room to freshen up after my trip, but I’ll pick you up at eight?”
I smile like a giddy teenager. “Eight is great.”
Shawn leans in and kisses my cheek, lingering a few moments while we drink each other in. It feels so good to have him close again. So normal now all the pretense has gone.
“I’ve missed you, wife,” he says, lips grazing my ear.
“And I you, husband.”
* * *
The knock sounds at 7:59 p.m. and I reach for my clutch and make my way to open the door.
Shawn’s eyes widen in appreciation when he sees me. “Fuck, Blythe. You’re more beautiful every time I see you.” I knew he’d appreciate this dress. It’s my Dirty Dancing dress, the one Baby wears in the closing scene when she and Johnny reunite. It shows a lot of bust, and a loose skirt—which has always been Shawn’s thing. He loves to bury himself under there while pleasuring me.
“You’re not so bad yourself.” And goddammit, the man is fine! His shirt is rolled to his elbows, displaying his sexy, corded arms, and it’s unbuttoned enough to tease me with his muscled, tanned chest.
He holds out his arm which I accept, closing the door behind me before we make steps toward our future. If someone told me a few months ago we’d be doing this, I’d have laughed at them. But now it feels real and so right.
Shawn takes me to a candlelit dinner by the beach. And while some things are still raw, we talk and laugh like two people in love, swapping stories about how we spent our honeymoon and what we should recreate. I’d left New York thinking our relationship, or what’s left of it, would be a work in progress, but as I sit across from him tonight, I realize I ran because I feared what I hoped for—to have my husband back.
The salsa band takes the stage, couples immediately forming on the floor.
Shawn holds out his hand and I accept with a smile. We walk out to join the others and he swings me into his embrace. I shiver feeling his hard chest pressed against mine, our bodies the closest they’ve been for a very long time. His cologne feels like home, and as he moves me around the floor, I feel my body heat with anticipation.
Is it too early to go there with him?
Shawn presses his cheek to mine and we form our own rhythm, one that has our hearts beating at the same pace.
“I love you more than life itself, Blythe. And, if I died tomorrow, this is the day I want to take to my grave with me.”
“Why this one?”
“Because there was a time, not too long ago, where I thought I would never win you back. Where I feared I couldn’t undo the damage I’d done to your heart. And now, having you back in my arms, as my wife, I could die a happy man.”
I bite my lip, and his eyes hood with lust. “Get me out of here,” I say, watching his reaction.
“Anything you say, little lady.” Shawn swoops me into his arms and I squeal in shock, giggling at his readiness. Draping my arms around his neck, I let Shawn carry me back to his room and all without breaking a sweat. We kiss and giggle along the way, uncaring of who sees us acting like two kids freshly in love.
He singlehandedly opens the door and throws me onto the bed before crawling his way on top. My husband hovers above, propped up on his elbows, his lips grazing mine, gradually becoming more demanding. He takes charge and I let him, and only a few moments pass before we’re caught in a frenzy. We kiss deeply and passionately, groaning and seeking more. I feel his rock hard cock press between my thighs, and I open my legs farther to indicate I want this as much as he does.
Nibbling my neck on his way down, Shawn pulls my breasts free and sucks my nipple into his mouth. It feels like heaven, the sensations coursing through me. He continues the journey until he’s buried under my skirt and pulling my panties to the side. I’ve been wet for him the whole night and when he dives right in, it’s a pleasurable attack on the senses. I moan, begging his tongue to continue working my clit. When two fingers slide in my pussy at the same time as he increases the pressure, I’m unable to hold it in any longer and I cry out my release, legs shaking, my hips rising to meet his demanding mouth.