CHAPTER SEVENTEEN
Genevieve~
He dried her with one of the hotel’s soft white towels and then handed her one so she could do him. It was a pleasure to explore his sleek, hard muscles. The bruise on his right deltoid wasn’t as bad as she had feared. It was turning purple but the skin had closed. He was one amazingly fast healer.
By the time she had blotted her way down his back to his tight buttocks, his cock was erect again. She gave it a playful nuzzle with the towel. She had flown apart in his arms but he had gathered her pieces back together. She wanted to experience that freedom again.
“Do you want to eat?” he growled. “Or eat?”
“Can’t we do both?” She knelt at his feet and rubbed his legs briskly.
She kissed his cock and blew warmly on his balls. His package twitched reassuringly. She gave it a delicate lick. Now that she knew his reputation as a manwhore was unearned, she felt a surge of feminine power and confidence in his presence.
“Insatiable female. Let’s see what the chef sent us.” He led her naked into the bedroom.
“If you insist.” She was a little dismayed that he wanted supper more than sex. But he had sung a two-hour concert followed by a major fistfight. She was a little peckish herself. “But I’m not sitting at the table in my bare skin.”
“Naturally not.” He pulled a pale green kimono embroidered with silver leaves from the closet and held it out for her.
“Whose is that?” she demanded. She wasn’t wearing some other woman’s clothes.
“Yours.” He showed her the label. Her name was embroidered on it. “I told you that I have loved you for years. What did you think that meant?”
“Apparently that you planned this episode.” She slipped her arms into the silky sleeves, ran her hands over the silk, and made a discovery. “These are feathers!”
“I know.” His black robe looked like hers, but his feathers were gold.
“We match!”
“Of course.” His arm around her waist turned her into his body. “Have I told you that you are the most desirable woman in the world?”
“Nope.”
He kissed her throat. “Well, you are. And I didn’t plan our first time quite like this. My version didn’t have spies or a fight. But it did have a proposal and fabulous sex.”
“Was it?”
He kissed her hard. “The best. Love makes all the difference, dear heart. Doesn’t it?”
She nodded.
“Is it Christmas yet?”
She glanced over at the bedside clock. “In one minute.”
“Good.”
The waiter had laid a table for two before the living room window. A sheer drapery allowed them to see the city lights spread before them. Church bells began to peal as Grant poured champagne from the bottle the waiter had opened before he left.
“To a long life and happiness,” he said touching his glass to hers.
“To us.”
They drank. The church bells reached a crescendo.
“Merry Christmas, darling. Time for your present,” he said.
She stroked her robe. The silk caressed her palm. “Another present? But I have nothing for you.”
He opened a drawer and rummaged among some papers. “Hold out your hand.”
He placed a black velvet box on her outstretched palm. “Merry Christmas.”
An emerald the size of a marble, encased in a filigree cage, lay on white satin. She picked it up and a delicate gold chain followed. It was a pendant and necklace. “It’s beautiful.” It truly was.
“To match your matchless eyes.”
“Thank you. Merry Christmas.” She stood up to kiss him.
When they had explored each other again, he took the necklace from her and fastened it around her neck. “As beautiful as the neck it graces. It’s until I can get you an engagement ring.”
“Thank you.” She kissed him again. “I still wish I had something for you.”
“You will. You do. There are things you don’t know about me and my family. Accepting them will be your gift to me.”
“I don’t think that there’s much I don’t know about you D’Angelos.” He had said himself that she had known them since she was a little girl. She, Frankie and Eleanor had shared all their secrets from second grade to second lieutenant.
“I hope that’s true, Genevieve, for I want forever with you.” His blue eyes promised a lifetime of love. “Come, sing with me, beloved.”
Just like her dream, they sang the stars to sleep.
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I hope you enjoyed Christmas Flame. Grant and Genevieve’s story continues in Phoenix Alight Alpha Phoenix Book 4. Find out the details of their wedding, the secrets of the Egg of Immortality, and how Grant transforms his fated mate.
In Phoenix Alight, Grant’s sister Frankie and her estranged fated mate, fellow USAF officer and black bear Cameron Reynolds, discover that together they can conquer every adversity.
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