Chapter Nineteen
Laying her down, Vincent stared at her longingly. He couldn't believe his luck that he could at last be with her. He had done the impossible and he was blissfully happy.
He got rid of his clothes, carelessly flinging them around. Julianna stared at his sculpted body, his rippling muscles, his well toned abs with a dazed look. She had no idea that he looked so good without clothes. Vincent enjoyed her clear gaze upon him. He slipped the last piece of clothing that covered his body and Julianna stared at his huge bulge proudly showing her how aroused he was.
"Do you like what you see, baby?" He asked with a wink seeing her check him out. He already felt more than aroused by her hot gaze.
She nodded wordlessly and lowered her eyes, a crimson blush crept up on her cheeks and spread down her neck.
He hovered over her creamy soft body so supple and pliant under his own hard self. His hands pulled her skirt down, his fingers skimming her satin smooth legs. His fingers went to her black lacy panties getting rid of it with a yank. His eyes darkened as he stared longingly at her.
"You're exquisitely beautiful Anna," he whispered as he claimed her lips. His passionate kiss melted all her inner resolves and she gave into the kiss as much as she received.
Vincent felt her response and groaned with more longing. Longing to have all of her. Longing to be inside her. Longing to brand her as his, forever. They were meant to be together. They were meant for love. He could feel it in every cell of his body which craved for only one thing, Julianna.
He parted her legs gently,"Can I make love to you?" He whispered, biting her earlobes softly, tempting her to say yes.
"Yes, please," she said and that was all he needed to plunge himself deep within her.
They made love again and again, till they were completely exhausted and too hungry to continue further. Julianna put on Vincent's shirt and went to the kitchen to check what she could make for a late lunch. She decided to make dinner too. She would make sandwiches for now.
Vincent wore a pair of sweatpants and followed her out. She took out chicken, bread, cheese and vegetables from the refrigerator and started chopping the veggies. "My friend had the house cleaned and stocked up for us, " he explained.
"Why did you leave the cooking class Anna?" He asked, going behind her and placing his hands around her waist and pulling her into his body.
"I had to. I couldn't continue with it. I promised dad that I wouldn't have anything to do with you," she told him.
"So, how did you learn cooking then?" He asked curiously, seeing her chop the vegetables to perfection.
"Sarah, my friend and roommate taught me. We took turns at cooking everyday," she answered with a grin. She was now a very good cook. For two years she had mastered the art. Over the weekends they had learned to cook delicacies too.
"Good for me. Didn't you miss me even a tiny bit?" He asked, his hand going under her shirt, caressing her naked body recklessly. He was hard again. He couldn't believe that he had managed to stay away from her for so long.
"Yes, you can't imagine how much I've missed you," she confessed shyly.
"Let me show you how much I've missed you?" He asked, his hand going between her legs, stroking her soft wetness.
"Vincent please let me cook," she pleaded.
He couldn't stop even if he wanted to. She let the chicken and the vegetables simmer on a low flame. His mouth came down on her neck, sucking and licking hungrily there. Unable to control himself anymore he picked her up on his shoulder and carried her to the sofa. Sitting down he placed her on his lap.
"I'm going crazy for you Anna," he said as his hand unbuttoned her shirt and let it fall to the sides. His mouth sucked her breasts and his fingers played with her wet dripping mound between her legs. She moaned sweetly and he was more aroused listening to her sweet sounds.
"My stew," she remembered and got up and checked the food. It was done and she switched off the fire.
She buttoned her shirt up and made simple grilled cheese sandwiches and served it onto two plates.
"What about the stew?"Asked Vincent eyeing the pot longingly.
"That's for dinner," she said. They ate the delicious sandwiches hungrily.
She returned to the bedroom,"I don't have anything to wear Vincent," she said, pouting and looking at the luggage he brought.
Vincent grinned. "You don't need anything," he said, wickedly.
She rolled her eyes. She pulled a trolley suitcase nearby and unzipped it. There lay all Vincent's clothes. She grimaced at him and he chuckled.
She pulled another luggage and unzipped it too. It was filled with lacy things, lingerie, babydolls, bikinis, towels. "What's this Vincent? I'm going to kill you now. I can't wear only these?" She said, with pink cheeks. Men! She rolled her eyes in frustration.
He came and picked her up and laid her on the bed. "You're killing me, Anna. If you bend over wearing nothing, I'll make love to you till you're too sore to even get up," he threatened, biting into her neck.
"If I wouldn't have abducted you, what would you have done, Anna?" He asked, going suddenly serious and staring into her eyes.
"I would have gone to Minnesota to my brother Jake and lived with him. He was about to send me a ticket. I was tired of being on my own," she confessed.
"I have got our marriage licence Anna. Are you ready to marry me?" He asked her, holding her face in his hands.
"Yes," she said, her hand caressing his cheek lovingly.
"For two years, mom had my cousin Steve follow me around at the university. I had to put up a show with Sienna. Mom threatened to disown me from the company. I'm tired of it all. I have resigned. She can give the company away to Steve if she wants. I'll get a job somewhere. Would you still want me?" He asked her, staring into her eyes.
"Of course silly. I have always loved you and will only love you, forever," she said as he laid his head on her chest.
Later he handed her the suitcase which had her clothes. They both dressed and went out. They contacted a local wedding planner and decided to have a simple beach wedding after two days. That would give them a day to buy a wedding dress and rings. The marriage registrar would also be booked by the planner. They needed a Florida marriage license. Since they didn't know anyone, the wedding planner would arrange for it.
Satisfied with the preparations, they walked hand in hand along the beach talking and just enjoying the feeling of being with each other.
