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Once we got back to the room, I changed into my pajamas and got ready for bed. Pete wasn’t too far behind me. It had been a good day, but a long one.

Before we climbed into bed, Pete pulled me to him and kissed me deeply. His hands found my waist and gripped me tightly, pulling my hips against his.

“What was that for?” I asked after the kiss, one hand resting on his chest, the other on the back of his neck. My fingers found the short hairs on the nape of his neck. I loved playing with the few curls that he missed when he straightened it.

“For everything. The way you made my family love you. For how much I love you. And for the beautiful and very special gift you gave me.”

“You gave me a very special gift too. I love it and I love you very much.”

He lifted one hand from my hip and gently ran his fingers across my cheek bone.

“Do you have any idea how beautiful you are?” He asked me seriously.

I felt my cheeks burn with a blush. “I’m not beautiful,” I said. “I’m so pale you can almost see through me. I’m freckled…”

“You are beautiful.” He spoke over me. His hand was still on my cheek. “Your skin is creamy ivory.” he said with a soft smile, “Your freckles are delightful.” His finger lightly traced over my nose and the freckles that ran over it. “Your eyes are a green I can’t describe with flecks of gold floating in them. I get lost those eyes. You have the most kissable lips.” His thumb ran over my lower lip. “And you are beyond sexy. The way you move, the way you dance, the way you move your hips, fucking turns me on. I’ve never been as attracted to a woman as I am to you.” He leaned in and kissed me with passion, but no urgency. “And your hair,” He smiled at me, “I fucking love it.” He moved the hand that was on my cheek to my hair. “It’s amazing. The color fits you so well, you spicy woman, my spicy woman. You’re the most beautiful woman I’ve ever met.”

He didn’t let me answer him. He continued, “I don’t think I’ve ever told you what I thought of you when we first met, have I?” I shook my head no. “I looked up at you, you were standing in front of a street light, it lit your hair up like a fiery halo. Then you moved and I saw your face. You were an angel made of fire to take me away. And I would’ve followed you to Hell if that’s where you lead me. I thought,” He stopped for a heartbeat and furrowed his brows. “I thought that’s where I was headed anyway.”

“Then you got down on my level to look me in the eye. I could see your kindness, it came through those amazing eyes of yours. I knew you were different when you asked if I was alright. The first thing you did was offer kindness to a complete stranger. You didn’t know me, but you actually cared about me. You saved me that night. You know that, right? You saved me from myself. When you left the bus, I knew I was going to call you. I waited as long as I could before calling.” He smiled after that. “I don’t know what I did to get so fucking lucky to have you in my life. But I’m grateful you are.”

We were still standing together, holding each other as he told me this. I confessed to him what I felt that night we met.

“I was angry when I first saw you sitting there. Coming home to some stranger sitting on my doorstep, wasn’t what I was expecting. But as we got closer, I realized you needed help. I wouldn’t, I couldn’t just leave you there. When you looked at me and I saw your eyes for the first time, I was lost in them. All I could think was ‘he has the most beautiful eyes.’ I just wanted to get you someplace safe.”

A thought ran through my head and out of my mouth before I could stop it. “You know your eyes change colors, right?” He just gave me a confused look.

“When you're feeling happy, or full of love, like right now, they're a golden honey brown. The color of a good whisky. When you’re sad or angry they are more green and gold. That night they were hazel.”

“I had no idea.” Pete confessed.

I continued, “You kissed me that night, remember? Just a quick peck on the lips as a thank you. But I felt that kiss the rest of the night. I’m happy to say, I haven't kissed anyone else since. I don’t know why it was my house you stopped at that night. And I don’t know why it had to be Shelly’s birthday party night, so that Cloud and I would find you. But I believe it was meant to be, that we are supposed to be together. And I’m very grateful.”

He kissed me after I said that. It was one of the most tender and love filled kisses he had ever given me. He buried his face in my neck after the kiss and just told me he loved me. I was a bit overwhelmed with how intense his feelings were. But mine were just as intense.

“Let me show you just how much I love you.” Pete said as he took a step towards the bed. He kissed my neck and I felt his hands tugging at the hem of my top. I allowed him to remove my tee-shirt. My hands found his waist when I lowered them. My fingers lightly rubbed at the skin that showed between the hem of his shirt and the waistband of his pajama bottoms.

He was holding my face gently as he continued to kiss me. He ran his fingertips down my neck and over my shoulders to my back. His touch was so light I shivered under it. He started to kiss his way along my jawline to my neck. The kisses he dropped on my neck, shoulders, and lips were tender and passion filled.

I tugged at the hem of his shirt wanting access to more of his honey gold skin. He allowed me to strip it off. Once he was shirtless, his hands went back to my back, pulling me as close as he could. The skin to skin touch was intoxicating. I couldn’t get enough of touching him. My hands wandered over his back and shoulders.

“I love you,” he told me.

“I love you,” I replied.

Pete’s hands found the waistband of my pajama pants and started to pull them down. I shimmied out of my bottoms.

“So beautiful.” He murmured into my neck as he went back to sucking on the spot behind my ear.

His touches were still so light and soft, and his kisses were filled with heat and passion, but no urgency. He was taking it as slow as we could stand.

I wasn’t still as he touched me. I was touching and kissing him too. Before too long I was tugging at his pajama pants, pulling them down letting them pool at his feet. My hands found his growing arousal. Wrapping my hand around him I stroked up to the tip and ran my thumb over the slit. He moaned into my mouth at my touch.

The heat and passion were overtaking us. Pushing at my hips he maneuvered me to the bed and got on with me. I was ready for him, but he had other ideas. Once we were stretched out on the bed one of his hands found my mound. Slowly his fingers started to stroke my outer lips. I opened my legs to allow his access. Using one finger he started to rub my clitoris.

“Oh gods, Pete. Keep that up and you’re going to make me cum.” I panted to him.

“That’s the idea.” He answered. Then his mouth found mine again.

He sped up just a bit and applied more pressure. As I got close he pulled back and watched me as I slipped over the edge and came hard. Once I came down from the orgasm high he started again.

“No, please… I want you. Please fuck me.” I begged him.

“No, not yet,” he whispered in my ear. “I want to watch you cum again.”

“I need you. Please… Pete… oh gods” I mumbled as he started sliding his fingers into me. He suckled on my breasts as his fingers moved in and out of me. When he felt me start to clench around his fingers he lifted his head and watched as I climaxed again.

I was totally spent. There was no way I was going to go for a third time. I watched through lidded eyes as he put the fingers he had just used on me in his mouth, sucking my fluids off his fingers.

“So sweet,” he mumermed. “I need you now. Ready for me?”

I could only nod my head. He rolled over on top of me. I shifted my legs further apart, letting him slip comfortably between them. He slowly, gods ever so slowly, slid into me. Even after coming twice in less than half an hour, I could feel a third one starting to build. Pete took his time. He has the stamina and skill to last for some time. Rolling his hips into me, he brought both of us to orgasm.

After we had made love we cuddled up together. We were spooning with Pete behind me. I felt safe and loved with his strong arms wrapped around me. I loved being held by him. I always felt so protected when I was with him.

“Sky?” Pete asked me as we were drifting off.

“Hmm?”

“You make me want to be a better man.” He told me.

“You’re already a good man, Peter Rabbit. Just be you. You’re all I need.” I said and curled back into his arms. His grip tightened a bit as we both fell asleep.

I was woken up early the next morning to a text from Cloud. All it said was, She said yes! That text was followed by a picture of Heathers left hand with her Claddagh ring turned point away. They were engaged!

I texted back with my sincere congratulations. I really was happy for them. They were perfect for each other and I knew they would be happy.

Pete must have woken to the text notification too. He rolled over and asked who I was talking to so early.

I looked over and grinned at him. “She said yes.”

Pete looked confused for just a few seconds and then grinned. “Tell Cloud congratulations from me. That’s awesome! Any idea when the wedding is? Let him know if they need a band for the reception, I have connections.”

We were only going to be in Chicago for one more day, we had tickets back to L.A. for the 27th. We spent the day after Christmas with Patrick. It was really nice to hang out with him. I had kept in touch with him since the day I invited the guys to lunch at my house. He and I had developed our own friendship separate from, but including Pete.

All in all, I thought it had been a good visit.