Resolution (Saviour #2)(106)
I’m pretty sure Steve Palmer is aware of this; his hands are dug deep into his suit pocket as he turns around and winks at me. “No, I’m not having that, what are you Lauren, thirty five, thirty six?”
“I’ll be forty-six in March.” I reply.
“Bloody hell. You really need to find out what her secret is Karen, perhaps not having Botox every other week is the way to go.”
When I get home, after my little detour to the shops on the way, I find a massive bouquet of my favourite Australian native flowers sitting in a vase of water with a note propped up against them.
Congratulations my clever beautiful girl.
Hope you like the flowers, they reminded me of you, orange for your hair,
red for your passion and your temper!
I f*cking love you future Mrs Wilde x
PS: Didn’t go into work, surfs up so gone to the back beach with Zac,
I will pick up dinner on my way home, put your feet up and rest up coz I plan on getting naked and wearing you out later baby xxx
I admire the flowers for a minute; I love the colours, all reds and burnt oranges, lilies were always my favourite when I was with Jay, I even had them in my wedding bouquet, then the very first time Gabe bought me flowers, the bouquet contained Bottle Brush, Banksia and Proteas and I had loved them, they epitomised the two different great loves of my life, the lilies being straight forward, basic if you like and the natives being wild and untamed fire and passion, I smile to myself as I walk off to the bedroom to get ready for the little surprise I have in store for Gabe later.
I shower and put on the outfit I had bought earlier along with the accessories, I am feeling a little shaky, as brave as I had got lately, I still struggle when it comes to being the one to initiate sex, I still have this irrational fear of being rejected or laughed at and I still have major body image issues, especially now, being pregnant but Gabe constantly reassures me and I am making a concerted effort not to be too whiney about it.
I put my bathrobe on over my outfit and sit on the edge of the bed, swinging my legs while I scroll through my Facebook and Twitter accounts; I feel him, sense his presence and look up to see him leaning in the doorway, wearing boardies and a pinkish coloured T shirt, he has colour in his cheeks and his hair is still damp, his blue eyes bright and sparkling as they look me over, he’s noticed my stockings and killer heels and his teeth rake over his bottom lip.
“Hey.” He looks over my face as he speaks, obviously trying to work out what is going on.
“Get showered, then get back here – naked.”
“I just showered at the beach.”
“I want you smelling of you, get showered, then get back here.”
“Why’s that chair there?”
“Gabe.”
“Okay, okay, I’m showering.”
My stomach clenches into a delicious knot of anticipation as he walks into the en suite, pulling his T shirt off as he goes by me, my eyes roam over his back, his muscles moving, making his tattoo of ‘us’ come to life, without giving me a backwards glance he unlaces his boardies and kicks them off as he steps into the shower. I have moved the bedroom chair to face the middle of the sliding doors, Gabe’s back will be to the room once he sits down, I want him in place before I take off my bathrobe; I want to see the full impact in his eyes, as he sees what I’m wearing. Hope he likes it, shit, I’m nervous now.
I look up at him as he steps from the shower and wraps a towel low around his hips, he looks so f*cking gorgeous, I’m actually tempted to go in for a straight shag, no kissing; I grip the edge of the mattress to keep myself in place, my eyes landing on his obvious erection on show through the towel, his hands are on his hips and he’s wearing his super sexy smile.
“What now baby?”
Oh god, I’m going to fail miserably at this attempted seduction if he calls me baby like that again, or if he smiles like that, or looks at me like that. Or just breathes even a bit. I’m a useless mess. Get it together Lauren, deep breath girl, you can do this.
“Drop the towel, go and sit on the chair and put your arms behind your back.”
His tongue slowly snakes out of his mouth and slides over his top lip. Holy Fuck, he’s hot, hard and all mine, I’m going to have so much fun with him. Without taking his eyes from mine, he drops the towel and stalks towards me; his cock is barely moving because it’s so rigid and I can’t help but smile, because I did that to him, he’s hard like that, because of me; he diverts at the last second and makes his way over to the chair and sits down.
“Shit, it’s cold.” I try not to laugh as he protests when his bare arse hits the cold seat. I take off my bathrobe and check myself in the mirror one last time, I take the furry cuffs from under the doona where I’d stashed them and walk up behind him. He has already wrapped his arms backwards around the chair. He must have guessed what I was going to do to him. I cuff his wrists together, then slowly walk around and stand in front of him, he’s looking down at the carpet to start, his head moves slightly to my shoes, up my stocking clad legs, he licks his lips as his eyes linger over the crutch-less knickers that I’m wearing, then over the black corset, his eyes rest again at my boobs, which are spilling out over the top of the get up, my nipples barely hidden, eventually his eyes lift from my chest and meet mine. He lets out the longest sigh.