Page 41 of Culmination
I just really hope these aren’t famous last words.
After the game, even though I ate a ton, I’m ravenous and able to talk Rafe into taking me to my favorite Italian restaurant on the Magnificent Mile. The dim candlelight and dark brick walls make for a romantic setting, but halfway through my gnocchi I can’t stop yawning.
Rafe asks for a to-go box and we make our way back the hotel, where I wander into the bathroom to wash off the day.
“I’m exhausted,” I say, unable to withhold another yawn, as Rafe’s hands slide around my belly. My head rests back against his bare chest, and I want to stay in this place, in this moment, for eternity.
His eyes meet mine in the mirror. “Too exhausted for a bath?”
It seems that’s all I do these days. Not that I’m complaining.
“That depends. Are you bathing with me?”
He smirks. “Is that a serious question?”
I grin, loving that even during a tumultuous time, we can still laugh together. I turn, rising onto my tiptoes to press a kiss to Rafe’s lips. “Then no, Rafe. Definitely not too exhausted for a bath.”
He places a soft kiss on my forehead. “Draw the bath while I give Howard a call.”
I nod, and he moves towards our room.
His hands catch on the doorframe, and when he looks back at me, desire radiates in his eyes. “Don’t get too clean without me.”
“Phillips,” Howard says, letting me know he’s not alone by using my agency name. “Now’s not a good time. Make it quick. What’ve you got for me?”
“What we’ve been looking for.”
There’s a short pause. “Confirmed?”
“Eyes on and confirmed.”
I don’t bother telling him that whatwe’vebeen looking for has nothing on what we actually found.
“Good. Tomorrow?”
“Right.”
Agent Howard hangs up without a response. It’s not unusual, especially if he’s around civilians. I’m desperate to get the book out of my hands, see Theo behind bars, and take Brie far away from this place, far away from anyone who wishes to do her harm. One more day. One more day and it’s all over. One more day and I can tell Brie it’s all over. I can’t fucking wait.
I walk to the mini-bar and grab a bottle of Scotch. Then I head across the room. The sooner this is over, the better.
That is, until I walk into the bathroom and stop in my tracks. In the short time we’ve been together, it’s been no secret that my girl’s a big fan of bathtubs. And hell am I grateful for it.
She’s a damn sight to behold.
Brie’s damp skin glistens in the soft light of the bathroom. Her head leans against the porcelain, her hair up in a messy bun on the top of her head. Beads of condensation trickle down the curve of her neck, and all I want in this moment is to lick each one. Her supple breasts, already swelling thanks to her pregnancy, rest just above the water line, each pink nipple hardened and waiting for me. My growing arousal strains against my jeans, desperate for freedom.
A groan escapes my tormented lips. Warm, mahogany eyes meet mine from across the room. My excruciatingly rigid shaft throbs as those same eyes become mischievous. I don’t want to break our gaze, but once her hands trace her collarbone, I follow her journey. I’m riveted. Unable to move. Soft, delicate hands cup glistening, sweetly curved mounds before gently kneading and stroking rose-tipped nipples.
Another groan comes from my lips. Amiable laughter echoes around me, but it’s as if I’m in a trance. And when Brie’s fingers slide down her belly and dip beneath the water towards the apex of her thighs, I’m a goner.
It’s more than I can take.
With one swift gulp, I down my Scotch and set the bottle on the counter. My clothes become a pile on the floor, my aching shaft pulsating with need for her. I move forward, to the edge of the tub, before bending over and capturing an exquisite peaked rosebud with my mouth. Brie, whose eyes were closed, jumps with surprise then moans as I suck, lick, and devour each breast.
Her hand comes to the top of my head, and when I lift away her, she frowns.
I raise an eyebrow. “Someone’s getting greedy,” I tease.
