The Make-Up Artist: Part 2

Chapter Forty Five: Always and Forever

You wake the next morning sprawled across Taron's chest, your hair fanning out around his body so that it blocks out the morning sun from your eyes. Lifting your weary head, you push your hair out of your face and squint into the room washed in glorious light through the large picture windows. It would be annoyingly bright if it didn't match your mood perfectly. Peeking up at the sleeping man beneath you, you see that his eyes are still closed, jaw slack and lips parted slightly as he lays on his back. He has one hand pressed firmly against your hip where it landed after you apparently rolled over on top of him sometime in the night. After your confessions in the hot tub, Taron had lifted you out of the water and you had both scurried inside against the cool night air hitting your wet bodies. He had taken you into the bathroom where you both stripped out of your wet underclothes and pulled on the plush tan robes you found hanging in the closet. Then you both fell in a heap onto the bed, too exhausted mentally and physically to do anything but hold each other. Taron had wrapped you up into his arms as the "big spoon", where you happily dozed into a restful slumber for the remainder of the night.

Now, feeling adequately rested and luxuriating in the warmth of his soft body beneath you, you can't help but let your hands wander over the exposed skin of his chest where his robe has come apart. A memory floods your brain of so long ago, where you were both wrapped up into robes similar to these, in that tiny Bed & Breakfast room back in England. That seems like a million years ago now, so much has happened since then. But your feelings for him have only grown stronger and more secure since that time, everything still seemed so volatile back then and you're so grateful you both stuck it out to reach this place. You let your hands trail through his chest hair and over to one of his pectoral muscles. Grazing your nails slightly against the skin, you push the robe to the side a bit more to gain more access. Lifting your head up, you place a gentle kiss over his heart, then feel as his hand drifts up your back to land at the base of your neck. Peering back up at him, you see him squinting one eye open at you as a small smile plays at the edge of his mouth.

"Mornin", he says gruffly, filling the small space with sound.

"Good morning, you reply, then lean up to place a chaste kiss to his lips for fear of the dreaded morning breath. You begin to pull back but he holds you in place by the back of your neck.

"Uh huh", he says, shaking his head slightly. "Give me a real kiss love." Not having any ability to argue with that, you smile coyly at him then press your mouth firmly against his, allowing him entrance with his warm tongue. You moan slightly into his mouth, then let your hand wander down past his chest to the tie at his waist. Attempting stealth, you untie it with nimble fingers, then start to push the fabric apart. But as you expected, his hand comes up to clasp your wrist. You pull back and pout at him, sticking your bottom lip out dramatically.

"Always trying to stop me from taking advantage of you Mr. Egerton", you tease.

"All in good time love. I thought we'd take a walk", he says as he threads his fingers through your hair, sending chills down your spine. His words however are not doing anything for your current state of arousal.

"A walk? Now? Really??"

"Yep", he says as he stretches both arms above his head, effectively making you roll off him. You are a bit confused but you decide to just go with it. Why the hell not?

"Umm ok...I'm not sure I brought clothing that's warm enough...", you say, trailing off and looking in the direction of your suitcase. 

"It's actually supposed to be quite warm today, and besides, if you get cold I'll be there to warm you up", he says suggestively, waggling his eyebrows at you. You giggle at him, then feeling a moment of playfulness yourself, quickly maneuver to sit on top of him, straddling his waist with your thighs.