Casing ??

Chapter 29

Still I couldn't help but look into his deep brown eyes and smile—and hope we'd somehow end up with some kind of future together.

"It includes my tongue, my sweet kisses, and your sexy, little moans," he explained as I smiled at him. "I'll never get enough of you."

"Not even after fifty years of marriage?"

His eyes lit up, as if I'd just said something life-changing. Maybe I had, but it was only meant as a joke. The growing dread in my stomach was stopped as he put both his hands on either side of my head, and pulled me in for a kiss.

His tongue swirled around mine, his lips demanding more and more from me, as I let out a surprised laugh at his actions. I felt him twitching against my thigh, making me gasp, and he only grinned as I pulled back.

"Not even after fifty years of marriage," he echoed, grinning widely. Then he wiggled his hips under me and lifted a brow questioningly.

"If you wanted another round tomorrow, you have to stop that," I told him, my voice suddenly harsh.

"Yeah?" He grinned, his dimples on full display. "And if I don't?"

"Then I'm leaving." I crossed my arms, even if I knew I wouldn't leave if he kept going. I'd probably end up begging him to make me feel all those things again. And again. And again.

He flicked my nose. "This just grew."

"Shut up." I rolled my eyes and moved off him, back to my original spot against the other side of the porcelain tub.

"I can't wait for you to use that whip," he drawled, raising a brow at me.

"Do you have some issue with bossy women?"

I regretted asking the question the same second I saw his smile turn into a wicked one. His eyes gleamed with mischief as he said, "No." When I shot him a look of disbelief, he added, "I just love it when you tell me what to do, princess."

"You're unbelievable." I chuckled and tried to hide my naked body under some of the water and bubbles that were still inside the tub.

"I'm only a man," he replied casually, his eyes moving to where my hands tried—and failed—to gather bubbles for cover.

I scoffed, even though my smile gave away that I very much enjoyed his compliments and attention. It was like I had my own very real, very gorgeous and very unbelievable book boyfriend. Though, that word made me bite my lip so I didn't say it out loud.

Knowing him, he'd probably start planning our wedding if I accidentally called him my boyfriend. Well, he already had started planning that. In the backyard of his parents' estate. With the ocean view in the background, a lovely, glittering arch at the end of the aisle.. Now I was getting ahead of myself.

I cleared my throat to cleanse my thoughts, and decided to get out of the bath. The water wasn't as warm and comfortable anymore, and I would definitely not get clean in there. As water dropped from me, and I was careful not to slip on the wet floor, James hummed behind me. I turned to look at him, and he looked as if he was in awe of me. He bit his lip, and had his hands folded in front of his mouth, and my stomach grew butterfly wings at the sight.

Having a man look at me like that did things to me. Things I'd rather not admit, especially right after riding him. I'd only want to do it again if I kept looking, so I walked over to the shower and turned the water on to rinse myself, and wash my hair.

James followed. I heard him pull the plug on the tub, before his warmth was against my back in the shower.

"You're a gorgeous, gorgeous woman, Elina," he muttered against my neck, leaving a trail of wet, warm kisses around it as he moved my hair over one shoulder.

"If I didn't know any better, I'd say you were simping." I chuckled at my own joke, trying so hard to distance myself from him and the amazing feeling of his hands as they wound up around my waist.

"Real men simp for their girls," he replied, his voice low and husky, like he wanted a lot more than just a cuddle in the shower.

"Am I?" I asked, before I could stop myself. "Your girl?"

"You were from the moment we met, princess." He kissed the curve of my ear, and groaned deeply. "We soaked our food," he said, his voice strained, "I'll order some more while you finish up here. If I don't go now, you'll end up against the wall."

I swallowed. "I wouldn't mind," I whispered.

His smile was obvious against my shoulder, as he kissed me there as well. "I don't doubt that, but I want a lot more than sex."

"You want a marriage," I said, turning around inside his embrace.

"Yes." He looked into my eyes. The depth of his irises sent a shiver down my whole body, and I bit my lip, unsure of what to say. My stomach flipped around, creating a wave of unease and anticipation for the future as he leaned down to kiss my lips. It was too short, yet it still left me breathless as he winked at me and said, "I'll win you over one day. Don't worry."

Then he slapped my ass, the wet sound echoing off the tiled walls around us, before he turned away and grabbed a towel off the wall to cover himself up. Once he'd disappeared, I braced myself on the wall and took a few deep breaths.

That man was...everything.