Forever (This #5) Read Online Free Page B

Marzano tomatoes. Nostalgia settles in as I have a flashback of a naked Bradley feeding me leftover pasta with this exact sauce in our villa. It was the middle of the night when we’d made up for every day we’d been together without having made love in only a matter of hours. Being in Italy for those two weeks taught me so much. Everyone here is on the go, in such a hurry, and trying to eat food as quickly as they can. If we can even call it food. It’s junk. This…this is food. “Did you see what it says on the front?”
    See what on the front of what ?
    “The apron.” He’s always understood me, but the more we’re together, the better we fit, the more we’re able to read each other’s minds. Or maybe the more he’s able to read mine.
    “Right. The apron.” I straighten the top so I can see the glittery text. “Candy Cane Wishes and Mistletoe Kisses. Aw. You’re just all in the Christmas spirit tonight, huh?”
    In an instant, Bradley empties his hands and wraps his arms around my waist, dips me back, and then claims my lips. It reminds me of that first kiss. I’d been wound up so tight I couldn’t fully enjoy it, but not this time. I inhale his scent, a combination of woodsy citrus as our tongues dance and twirl like ballerinas dancing The Waltz of the Snowflakes in The Nutcracker. Chills go from the top of my head all the way to my toes, causing them to curl before the heat envelops me all over again.
    Bradley pulls back and points to the green leaves hanging from the doorframe. Straightening me, he tugs the hem of my top over my head and tosses it to the floor. “Damn. I’ve missed you these last couple of weeks while you’ve been studying.” He brushes that stray piece of hair behind my ear as his lips curve into a smile. “I can’t wait to start and continue Christmas traditions with you. For instance, that stuff on the stove needs to simmer for a minute…or ten. So, there’s this one memory I’d like to make with you while we wait.”
    “Is that right? And what did you have in mind, exactly?”
    The light bounces from his eyes, making them glimmer. “Well, I thought I’d surprise you.”
    “Mmm hmm. What about this cute little thing, though?” I hold the apron up with my pinky.
    Taking it from my hands, he tosses it to the same place he dropped my sweater. “Later. You can wear that after. Or nothing, if you prefer.”
    I giggle. “Okay.”
    “Okay, you’ll wear nothing, or okay, you’ll wear it after?”
    “I’ll do whatever you want me to do…whatever you tell me to do, Mr. Banks. And I mean that in more ways than one. Now, kiss me.”
    He caresses my cheek with one hand while he places the other behind my neck, threading his fingers in my hair. “You’re beautiful, Gabby Girl.” He pulls me closer, starting to dance, but there’s no music.
    My cheeks redden. After all this time, I should be used to compliments, especially from him. He is always sweet-talking me. I love it, but they still make me blush every single time. I know I’m the luckiest girl in the world to be the object of his affection. “Time’s ticking.” I lean into his touch.
    He smirks, letting his hand slip down and taking mine into his before twirling me. “Anxious, eh?”
    I nod. When I slam against his hard body, I grip the waistband of his already loose sweats hanging perfectly on his hips—just below the V I love so much—and begin to slide them down his legs, causing him to still completely. I never let my eyes leave his as I begin to plant kisses on his chest. “You’re always so generous. You’re always planning…” When I get to his pelvis, I free him and kiss the tip of his length, then smile. “Don’t you think it’s my turn to be the one with the surprises for a change?”
    He swallows hard before placing his hands on the back of my head, gently pushing me down his shaft and filling my mouth. Even though we’ve been together for almost two years, I’ve never done this. I’ve