What A Feeling

The next day, Becca wakes up midmorning. After some aspirin for her mimosa hangover, and some coffee, she heads to Niall’s house.
On the drive over, she’s quite happy. Truly feeling like she’s making the correct decision.

Niall waits not so patiently for Becca’s arrival. He tries to maintain a smile on his face for her, even as his heart is breaking.
As he opens the front door, her beauty takes his breath away. That gorgeous smile of hers, reminding him of why he fell in love with her. “Hey Darling, I missed you.”
Becca grins. “I missed you too, Irish.”
Taking her hand, Niall leads her to his bedroom.
There are several candles lit around the room, red rose petals on the bed.
“Someone’s been watching Hallmark movies.” She teases him.
Her sweet humor tugging at his heart. “Only for you, B.”

Niall rakes his fingers through Becca’s long hair. Placing his other hand on her hip, drawing her close.
She relaxes into his body, as his mouth moves over hers. His kisses gentle at first, transitioning into a desperate urgency. It’s as though he can’t get close enough to her.
Becca wants to share the good news with him, however he’s seriously distracting her. Oh well, we have all the time in the world.
Today with Niall is different, reminiscent of their first time together. He kisses her, over and over again. His eyes showing how urgently he wants her in his bed, yet he takes his time. His perfect kisses covering her neck, and exposed chest.
“Undress for me, Babe.” He whispers in her ear.
Her breath shudders in response to his request.
Niall stands back, watching her undress. The candlelight dancing across her skin.
The way he’s watching her, makes her burn for his touch. “Irish, take me to bed, now. I want you.”
Niall can feel his heart squeeze, as he lunges at her. Backing her up to the bed. He not only hungers for this woman, he loves her in a way he never imagined he was capable of.
As he pushes her onto the bed, rose petals fly into the air. He watches as they drift back down, all around his beautiful girl.
“I hope these rose petals don’t end up anywhere there not supposed to...if you know what I mean.”
Niall cackles loudly. “That’s my girl.”
His laughing stops abruptly as Becca’s hand caresses his cheek, then trails up to run through his hair. “I love you, Irish.”
“And I love you, B.”
Niall buries his head in her neck, kissing, biting his way down to her chest. His fingers find her, working at a slow, consistent pace to bring her over the edge.
He moves up, to hover above her. There’s so much he wants to tell her, yet he can’t find the words. As they join together, he hears her gasp. His eyes never leave hers as he begins to move, watching the love and pleasure in her eyes.
Her beautiful, unique eyes. How will he ever live without looking into them each morning?

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