CHAPTER642
Arrick pushes me hard against the wall and I tense myself waiting for him to take it from foreplay to more, but instead he stops and pulls back breathlessly.
He fumbles in his pant pocket for a second and holds up a single key with a smile. I’m impatient, trying to push him to have sex with me already but he slides me down onto my feet which definitely implies he’s not going to.
“What are you doing? What’s that for?” I sound petulant, annoyed that he got me all wound up and ready to get crazily kinky and then stopped.
“Keys to your mom’s house. We’re sleeping there tonight.”
Okay, since when? I was under the impression we were sleeping in his old room for old times’ sake. More sentimentality to the first time we had sex. I mean that’s Arrick’s MO. I slept in my old room last night and he slept in his because he insisted, we did this traditionally.
“Why?” I blink at him a little stupefied.
“Because I couldn’t guarantee you wouldn’t go up to my room during the reception for any reason and I wanted to surprise you.” He looks smug and I soften immediately; my sweet boy is never ending with the surprises and can be forgiven for whatever he has done.
“Are we still going to have sex?”
Arrick breaks into a laugh and shakes his head at me.
“Only I would marry a girl who is happy to throw the romance off the boat and go straight for the kill. Yes, baby, my surprise is all about getting you naked.”
“Good. Then lead the way, Casanova. I’m really not one for waiting.” I hook my arm in his and shove him with my hip in a bid to get moving.
Arrick picks me up outside my bedroom door, being lame about carrying me over the threshold and orders me to close my eyes. I eye him warily, grinning like a weirdo and cover my eyes with my free hand as I cling around his neck childishly. I have the giggling fits after our stealth maneuvers to get in here undetected. All it did was highlight how drunk he is when we almost fell in rose bushes in the onset of drizzle when he tried to piggyback me across the garden before we got soaked.
“Are they closed?” He nudges me, and I can hear him messing with the door to get it open while still holding me up. The slight sway as we stand here has me a little seasick though and I wish he would hurry up. Fresh air just made my queasiness intensify.
“Yup” I peek at the side of his face and melt with how ready I am for him to get the door open.
“Okay. Now.” Arrick walks us forward and I drop my hand as I look around the room for the first time since I got ready here this morning. At some point it looks like he has had a squad of decorators or something in here and my room has been transformed into a honeymoon suite to die for. I take it all in silently, overwhelmed with so much in one go and have to digest it slowly.
My bed has been sectioned off with transparent fabrics hanging from the ceiling to create a faux four poster bed and is interlaced with tiny fairy lights. My window has met the same treatment and the whole room has been adorned with white flowers and lights and candles almost everywhere. On every surface to create an edge of blooms and soft lighting.
All my normal décor and childish things seem to be gone and the room has been redressed to match the theme of our wedding, with the whites, creams and golds of our settings and matching roses and lilies of our floral displays. The bed is covered with dozens of petals and the floor too. Even my bed has satin and fur sheets and bedspreads that I have never seen before and one red heart cushion lays in the center of it all
Balloons are floating at the ceiling around us and every single inch is like some fairy-tale dream room right out of a princess book.
“Oh my god.” I breath out, overwhelmed, as he slides me to my feet and props me in front of him, so I can gaze around and let it all sink in.
“Do you really think I would hold back from touching you for weeks to then screw you in the garden?” Arrick leans in kissing my exposed shoulder where my dress has slid, and I am speechless. I shake my head, realizing that my romantic Romeo would of course put bells and whistles on our wedding night, even if we did choose to use our family homes as the venues.
“It’s beautiful. I don’t know what to say.” I can’t hold back the sniffles and happy tears as he takes my hands and pulls me inside the room to close and lock the door. Turning me with him before leading me over to a golden trolley on wheels that’s decked out with champagne on ice, strawberries, and an array of snacks. I giggle at his choices and hug him with complete adoration."
