Worth It (Damie)

Part 8

A/N: I cannot thank you guys enough for the support you've given me and this story. Blown away. I try to respond to all of you, so you know how much it means to me! I had a request to continue their date in Finland, and I hope you love this! Also, want to thank my friend who was the one who sent me the details regarding the arctic resort in the first place (you know who you are)... ENJOY!! Xo

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I startle awake when I feel a tickle on my neck. Unaware of my surroundings as my dream vanishes. Then I hear Dakota giggling.

"Sorry," she whispers. "Didn't mean to scare you."

I grin, slowly opening my eyes into her beautiful blue ones. She rests her chin on my chest and smiles up at me.

I tuck her hair behind her ear. "Morning, beautiful."

She smirks. "Good morning, handsome."

"Don't let me interrupt," I say. "Please continue."

She pauses a moment then kisses my sternum. Her breath tickles my chest hair, igniting the goosebumps across my skin.

"What's on today's agenda?" she asks, trailing her lips further south.

I quickly forget she's asked me a question. "Um, you first then we'll see."

She offers her shy smile. "How about you first then a shower?"

She continues to scoot down the bed, nipping at the skin above my navel. I'm already hardening under her, and I know she can tell, because the mischief behind her gaze gives her away.

I mumble, "Waking up naked with you every morning will be the best part of you moving in."

She scrapes her nails over my abs, causing me to squirm. "And having you cook for me will be the best reward."

"Reward for what, baby?" I love tempting the temptress. Two can play her game.

She giggles and chooses to answer with her tongue as she takes my length in her soft hand to stroke it. "I want an Irish breakfast," she whispers, licking the tip.

I moan when she sucks me into her hot mouth. My hips bucks instinctively and she hums her approval.

"Dakota," I breathe.

She pops me out to say, "Or maybe a protein shake."

I try to chuckle at her joke, but all humor is lost as I fall into the abyss of my girl pleasuring me the way she knows how.

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Morning sex is the best sex, and I can't wait to add that to our routine once she's under the same roof every day. I declined to shower with her after our escapade, because she doesn't know I have breakfast being delivered. I'm bouncing around the room, hoping it arrives before she finishes or she'll be upset I denied her invitation for nothing.

I hear the shower stop, and just when my mind starts to race through excuses there's a knock at the cabin door. I trip over myself to answer it before Dakota comes out stark naked and gives the resort employee an early show.

"Morning, sir," an older woman greets.

"Hi, hello," I say, checking over my shoulder that she's still in the bathroom. I faintly hear the hairdryer and know she's bought me some time.

"Your breakfast." She presents me with a tray that has two covered dishes.

I set it on the table and retrieve the other one that holds a pot of coffee, a pot of tea, and fresh squeezed orange juice.