The Wedding In Miami

Home sweet home

Chapter forty-two: Home sweet home (Emma's POV)

"Nick, we have to get out of this tub," I laughed while turning to press the drain. 

"No, just a little longer, please," he whined while drawing circles on my thigh under the bubbled water. 

Last night was seriously like the best night of my life. I'm not kidding. I mean that in every way possible. I had everything last night. Every inch of him. He took care of me but he was rough just the right amount. And I'm zoning out while thinking of us having sex. Again. 

"You're zoning out on me again," he stated while blowing bubbles at me. 

"I know," I sighed while blowing them back at him. "Nick, we've been in here a really long time, my fingers are pruning up," I laughed while staring at my hands. 

"So?" he asked while pulling me closer, giving me a kiss. 

"So we should get out," I stated. 

"Fine, you shower those bubbles off first," he smirked. 

I rolled my eyes before shaking my head, "Nope," I stated. 

"Okay, I'll go first," he shrugged. 

I made sure to keep my eyes closed until he assured me that he had a towel around him. "Close your eyes," I looked at him. 

"Why?" he whined. 

"Because I said so," I huffed. 

"I'll turn around," he put his hands up in surrender and turned around while I stood up and used the shower to wash off any soap before grabbing a towel and wrapping it around me, stepping out. 

"Did you look?" I asked while standing in front of me. 

"I may have," he smirked before leaning down and kissing me. 

"You know what I noticed last night?" he asked while pulling away, trailing kisses down my jaw, to my neck. 

"What?" I asked breathlessly. 

"You didn't laugh when I kissed your neck, just like you aren't laughing now," he stated while nibbling on my skin. 

"Right," I said absentmindedly. I can't focus when he's doing that. 

"What did I just say?" he said while pulling away and looking me in the eyes. 

"Couldn't tell you," I shrugged. 

"I said," he sighed while picking me up and placing me on the counter, "You didn't laugh when I kissed your neck last night. Or right now," he gave me a pointed look while standing between my legs. 

"Huh, that's weird," I shrugged it off. 

"I guess you don't feel ticklish when you're being horny and freaky," he teased. 

I rolled my eyes and smacked his arm. "Was not," I huffed before pushing him back and hopping off, going outside and grabbing my clothes. 

"I know your kinks now," he said in a sing-song voice. 

"And I know yours," I arched an eyebrow at him before kicking him out of the bathroom and pulling my clothes on. 

I came back out to see him with his things gathered in his eyes. "I will go change and then be right back," he said, pecking my lips quickly. 

"Nick," I said, peeking my head out while he stood in the hall in nothing but a towel. We're lucky no one's out here. "How much would you hate me right now if I pulled on that towel?" I smirked.