WARNING: MILD SEXUAL CONTENT IN THIS CHAPTER
CHAPTER TWENTY-NINE: PART TWO
Baby tonight is your night, and I will do you right
Just make a wish on your night
Anything that you wish, I will give you the love of your life
I’ll make love to you like you want me to
And I’ll hold you tight, baby all through the night
I’ll make love to you when you want me to, and I will not let go till you tell me to
~"I'll Make Love to You" Boyz II Men
Blake and Farrah’s suite was beautiful. There was a wall of a windows that overlooked the water, potted plants tucked discreetly into the corners, and authentic local furniture.
However, the only thing she could focus on was the giant bed in the middle. The one they were supposed to share.
Farrah’s mouth dried as she tugged on the bottom of Blake’s oversize button-down. When they’d finally returned to the resort, completely soaked through from the rain, she’d been dismayed to find her conditioner had somehow leaked onto all her clothes. As a result, she had to borrow Blake’s shirt until the hotel finished washing her ruined wardrobe. She wore nothing underneath except a pair of underwear.
Farrah perched awkwardly on the side of the bed, her palms slick with sweat. She wasn’t sure why she was so nervous. She’d shared a bed with Blake for the few weeks, and it had been fine.
But then again, their tiny, cramped beds in their equally tiny fluorescent-lit dorm rooms were a far cry from this spacious and utterly romantic suite.
The sound of the shower turning off caused her to jump off the bed, and she winced in pain as she banged her shin against a nearby dresser. Why was she so jumpy anyway? So the chances of them taking the next step in their physical relationship were high. Wasn’t that what she wanted?
The door to the bathroom opened, and Blake stepped out, wearing nothing but a towel slung around his waist.
Farrah immediately plopped back down on the bed, nearly dizzy with how gorgeous he was. Drops of water glistened in his blond hair, and some of it dripped onto his bare, muscular shoulders and strong chest. His lightly tanned skin glowed in the suite’s dim lighting, and she couldn’t help but wonder what would happen if she just reached over and pulled off his towel.
She couldn’t help but giggle a bit at the thought, even as her body heated up at the mental image.
“Are you laughing at me?” Blake asked mock sternly.
“I was just thinking that maybe you should spend a little more time at the gym,” Farrah replied with a perfectly straight face, trying her best to get her mind out of the gutter. “You’re letting yourself go.” She clucked with disappointment.
Surprise flashed across his face, before he realized she was joking. “Oh, I am, huh?” His tone was challenging as he walked towards her, and she couldn’t help but salivate a little over his flawless six-pack.
“Uh huh.” Farrah’s breath snagged in her throat as he neared her, and she instinctively scooted back on the bed, until she somehow found herself on her back while Blake hovered over her. His crystalline eyes had darkened to a sapphire color, and she could feel the heat emanating from his body, pleasantly searing every inch of her own skin.
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