Picture Perfect

my being didn’t want to join with you completely right then too. I wanted to babe, but I need to be the man that is worthy of you more. You need to know that I will always stay true to the promises I give you.”
    I didn’t know what to say to that. I was completely done in, overwhelmed, and touched in a way that I never had been before. The silence stretched for a moment as I tried to form words. Kissing his neck, I snuggled in closer to his side. “I already know that you’re more than worthy.”
    Rubbing my shoulders he said, “That means everything to me sweetness.”
    Disentangling himself from me, he stood from the bed. My heart dropped to my feet as I wondered if he was about to leave or get weird. Instead, he went to the bathroom and got a warm washcloth to clean me off with. I knew that with anyone else, I’d have felt really uncomfortable about that level of intimacy, but with him, it felt really lovely.
    Climbing back into the bed, he got us under the covers and then pulled me against him to snuggle. I’m pretty sure I was asleep before he’d finished wrapping his arms around me.

Chapter Twenty-Two

    The next morning we woke up late. At my request, we showered together. I lovingly washed every beautiful inch of her, and she returned the favor by washing me as well. When she finished with me, I sat her on the bench and dropped to my knees so that I could make her come with my lips and my tongue while I jerked myself off. As I came, she bent over and rubbed the tip of my cock to gather my cream. I watched in awe as she lifted her fingers and sucked them into her mouth, my only response a tortured groan. Leaning forward I dropped my head into her lap and tried to get myself under control as she gently scratched my back. She was ruining me for anyone but her, and she didn’t even realize it.
    I could feel it as it happened, and I knew I’d never be the same. She was wrapping herself around my mind and heart, working her way into a spot in my soul that I was coming to understand was there just for her.
    Tessa was blissed out after the shower, but I was an uptight mess. The clock was winding down on our time together, and a glance at it showed that I needed to have her to the airport in less than three hours. Did it fucking figure that I finally found an amazing girl and now three thousand miles were going to separate us? There was no fucking way that I was staying away from her for four weeks, but we were going to miss a lot of time together no matter what I did.
    Once we were both dressed I took her to brunch at a local hole in the wall that I ate at all the time. I’d considered taking her to my dad’s for lunch omelets, but I didn’t feel like sharing her, which was another first for me. Normally I didn’t give a shit who was around, and I generally liked people to distract the girls I was with so that they wouldn’t cling. With Tessa, I wanted to be off the grid so I threw my cell phone in my glove compartment because I didn’t want anything to disturb us. We had a great meal together and as I was coming to expect, the conversation flowed perfectly.
    All too quickly, brunch was over and it was time to take her back to the Mondrian to get the rest of her luggage. The drive to LAX passed by in the blink of an eye, and the next thing I knew, I was dropping her at the curb. Gone are the days when you can take your friend to the gate and hang out until their plane is ready to depart. Now, you drop and run. Suddenly, I deeply hated that shit. Why the fuck couldn’t I linger with her?
    Throwing on my LA Kings hat and a pair of sunglasses, my handy ‘don’t notice me’ disguise, I got out of the car and took her luggage out.
    After I tipped the valet for getting her bags onto his cart, I pulled her into my arms for a kiss. Time stood still as we devoured each other, our kiss fierce and desperate. Clearly, neither of us wanted to separate from the other. I was so keyed up that I almost punched the valet in the face when he discreetly coughed to break us apart.
    “I’m sorry sir, but they are going to ticket you if you don’t move your car. This area is for drop off only. You can’t dilly-dally.”
    Letting out an aggravated sigh, I stepped back. Keeping my eyes on hers, I smiled as I rubbed her lips with my thumb.
    “Call me when you get home. I’m going to miss you like fucking crazy.”
    Smiling shyly at me, she ran her fingers over my cheek. “I’ll miss you too. I’ll call as soon