Eternity (29 page)

I’m half tempted to try and explain my appearance, but I just can’t be bothered, this is nothing but a fitting end to a troubled holiday.

I run my hand across my forehead trying to rub away the building tension, I just want to be left alone, not stared at and treated like some low life miscreant.

I mentally will them to just let me board, if I hadn’t of waited till last they probably would have just let me through so not to hold up everyone else; either that or I would have been subjected to a very public investigation. That really would have been too much to bare.

The stewards are still speaking on the phone when I feel a gentle touch on my arm; I turn, fully expecting to find a security guard ready to march me into a back room for interrogation, but in reality, I couldn’t have been more wrong.

I try to speak, but the words freeze in my throat, we stand for an eternity just staring at each other before he finally speaks “Kate, please don’t go” he whispers.

“Carlos, I…” I don’t know what to say, I’d closed the door on this, I never thought he’d come after me.

“I’m so sorry, I shouldn’t have let you leave, I was confused and then you’re letter…” he is obviously having trouble putting his thoughts into words, “I love you Kate”

I’m blown away, subtly I pinch myself just to make sure I’m not imagining the whole thing, with my lack of sleep I wouldn’t be surprised; but the scene doesn’t change, I’m aware that I still haven’t responded, but I’m speechless.

“I don’t know what to say” I manage meekly, “I never thought I’d see you again”

“I know, I can’t tell you how sorry I am. After I read your letter I spoke to Marcus and he eventually admitted everything, that’s why it’s taken so long, he was still denying it and I just didn’t know what to think. I’m so sorry I doubted you. Please say you’ll come back with me”

I’m flooded with joy, all I can do is nod as fresh tears of relief roll down my face. Pulling me into him Carlos strokes my hair and soothes me “it’s OK, please don’t cry, everything’s going to be OK now” The flood gates open and I sob into his chest, inhaling his scent with every breath and holding onto him with all my strength, I never want to let him go.

“I thought I’d lost you, I love you Carlos” I finally admit it out loud.

I’ve become acutely aware of what a state I look, so as Carlos gently pulls away from the embrace I lower my head, wiping my nose with the back of my hand and sniffing hard, “I look awful”

“No, you look beautiful” he says softly, leaning down and kissing me; the feel of his lips on mine is intoxicating, I didn’t think I’d ever experience it again and now I am it feels even more glorious than I remember.

When we finally part he speaks to the stewards, now sporting a look somewhere between confusion and awe.

“They can’t get your bag now, but they will have it back here by tomorrow” he explains to me.

“OK” my suitcase is the last thing I care about right now, all I want is to be with him, nothing else in the world matters.

I can feel something digging into my palm and looking down I notice I’m still clutching onto the love charm Blair gave me, I had thought it was sweet of her, but ultimately a load of old hokum; but now I can sincerely confirm that this is one powerful little stone!

Draping his arm protectively around my shoulders he guides me away, away from the stewards judging eyes, away from my flight home and away from my heartache.

The trip back in the comfort of his hired Bentley is divine, oh how I’ve missed state of the art luxury travel, it makes the taxi ride I took to the airport feel like doing a two hour journey in a rickshaw.

We spend the time kissing and cuddling each other, no more words need to be said, mistakes have been made, but ultimately we are back together and everything seems perfectly harmonious again.

As the chauffeur opens the door for me to get out back at the resort I broach the one question that’s been playing on my mind “Is Marcus still at yours?” I ask cautiously.

“He’s staying with my parents now, they’re mad at him too, but they still think we need to talk about it and make up” he says rolling his eyes.

“It might not be such a bad idea, believe me, I know what he did was terrible, but in his own twisted way he was doing it to look out for you?” I don’t hate him any less than before; just because things have worked out now, doesn’t mean he wasn’t massively in the wrong, but they are brothers and he did come clean, eventually.

“Let’s not ruin this time by talking about him. I’ll think about it, OK” he’s blocking it out like he had done the last time, but the stern tone in his voice tells me not to push my luck; and anyway today is all about us.

“OK” I agree, “What do you want to do now?”

“Take you home and ravish you” he states simply.

“That sounds wonderful, but first I need to ring Caz and let her know she doesn’t need to pick me up from the airport just yet, oh and I should probably speak to Blair and tell her I’m back”

“Blair already knows, I saw her just before I left, she gave me a right telling off!”

“She did? Oh I’m sorry” I chuckle, imagining Blair’s mild attempt to tell someone off.

“It’s ok, I deserved it, remind me never to mess with her again!” he smiles pulling me into another fiery kiss.

Hand in hand we head back to his place, or should I say our place, God I’m so happy I feel giddy! I understand now when they say that loosing something makes you realise just how much it meant to you, I guess I have to thank my lucky stars that mine wasn’t lost forever; just long enough for us both to see the true depth of our feelings for one another. And now we are re-united more full of passion and love than ever before.

Back at home I make a swift call to Caz, I’m relieved when it goes to her answer phone as I don’t want to waste time explaining the whole scenario to her when I could be in bed with Carlos. As I garble out a quick explanation, I remember the time difference, it’s about 1.30am back home, I really need to stick a post-it note on the phone to remind me; all these spare of the moment calls must be starting to annoy Caz now.

As soon as I replace the receiver Carlos is there, his hands on my body, his lips on my neck, I melt instantly into him, my fingers fumbling the buttons on his shirt, but I’m so absorbed in what he’s doing to me that I can’t co-ordinate enough to get them undone; in frustration I grasp either side and tare it open, sending the buttons flying.

He stops kissing my neck and straightens up to look me, his eyes wide with surprise, “You really have missed me” he laughs, before scooping me up off the floor, in that effortless way only Carlos can and carrying me upstairs, “Let’s take this somewhere more comfortable”

Setting me down on the bed he lays down next to me, taking my face in his hands, we kiss, exploring each other as if in the last two days something might have changed.

I want to be closer to him, our clothes seem to create an impenetrable barrier between us and right now I need to feel every inch of him against me; slowly I sit up and inch my top up slowly, as I do he follows the retreating fabric with his hands, stroking my exposed body, until he’s cupping my breasts, gently pulling at the material of my bra.

Reaching behind me I tentatively unhook it, “Are you sure?” he whispers, his fingers poised at the straps.

“I’m sure, I want to be entirely connected with you”

Slowly he slips the straps down my arms and discards the bra over the side of the bed. He leans in and starts moving about my chest with his tongue and lips; I love his lips, they are dreamily curved with that cupids bow shape on the top and the bottom one rounded to perfection. They feel delightful against my skin, as if they were made solely for the purpose of kissing me.

I push his shirt down over his shoulders so I can caress his toned back, feeling it shift under my fingers as he moves around my body.

His hands are at my trousers, undoing them, before I know it he’s tugging them down over my thighs until they join the rest of my clothes on the floor; he slips out of his and then returns to his rightful place, next to me.

Lying face to face, our bodies entwined together, skin against skin, staring deeply into each-other’s eyes we say nothing, but instead communicate our feelings with our bodies; moving my legs up to curl around him, holding him tight, while rotating our hips in unison, teasing each other. One of his hands is in my hair as the other tantalisingly skims down my spine; I’ve never felt so in tune with anyone before, so much is being expressed between us without a single sound.

I’ve never been so turned on from just being naked with someone, come to that I’ve never felt so at ease being naked with someone, but this time it just feels right.

We alternate between kissing and looking longingly at each other for an age, becoming steadily more aroused as we do, as we continue to move I can feel his erection pressing against me and I don’t think I’ve ever wanted anything so badly in my life. Reaching down I take it into my hand, positioning it against me so he can feel my muscles pulsing in anticipation; agonisingly slowly he pushes inside me, so I can appreciate every last inch of him.

We hold still, wholly fused together as one, absorbing every sensation, but it’s still not enough, I want more; I want to feel him deeper inside of me, I want to taste his tongue in my mouth.

I wrap my arms tighter around him, pushing my lips against his and thrusting my tongue inside. He reacts to my desire, rocking his hips, pulling his cock out of me before slowly pushing it all the way back in, over and over.

I pull my knees up higher, grabbing his ass and digging my nails into his firm skin; I start to roll to one side and he follows until he is on top of me, now I can move both hands to grope his peachy bum.

With a firm hold I push him into me with force until he matches my rhythm. He grasps my legs, throwing them over his shoulders and ramming into me “Oh yes baby” I call out, using the new leverage to arch my back.

“I love you Kate” he pants, increasing the intensity, I’m in ecstasy with a beautiful man who actually loves me and it feels amazing!

“Oh Carlos, I love you too” as soon as the words leave my mouth I’m overcome and as my body shakes under the impact, he finishes too.

We stay locked together, sweaty and out of breath, neither of us wanting to break this contact.

Having lost each other once, I know I can’t go through it again.

I slept soundly last night, waking late to find Carlos in his standard position, draped over me. I’m too hot, but I don’t move, I may be uncomfortable, but right now, there’s nowhere I’d rather be.

I’m all too aware that I only have six days left. I thought about changing my flights yet again and staying longer, now my romance is back on track and stronger than ever; but it’s just not feasible, not if I want to keep my job that is.

Mind you, what is more important to me right now? A job, which granted I enjoy, but is ultimately replaceable, or Carlos who I fully believe I couldn’t live without.

Obviously Carlos wins, but are things really that black and white? What would I do when I did finally return home, jobless and penniless? It’s not like I could just stay here forever, living the dream. It’s too much to think about this early in the morning, too many if’s and but’s to make a valid decision.

Carlos starts to stir beside me, blowing all other thoughts out the window as he pulls me into him even tighter.

“Morning” he mumbles, still half asleep.

“Good morning sleepy head” I whisper, stroking the soft stubble on his cheek.

I used to hate the rough feel of stubble on Jakes face, but on Carlos it feels heavenly to touch. I finally understand the phrase ‘rose tinted glasses’, if ever there was a way to describe how everything is when you’re in love it truly is rose tinted.

“I love waking up with you”

“Oh yeah, why’s that?” I tease.

“So I can do this” he says, kissing me softly and slipping his hand between my legs.

“Uhh” I utter, this man is insatiable.

We take our time making love, reclaiming each-others bodies; it’s a wonder how we’ve become more in tune with one another after spending time apart.

“I could do with a shower” I say once we’re both satisfied.

“Would you like so company?” he suggests, with his cute cheeky grin.

“I’d love some” I reply, my self-conscious side long forgotten since his admission of love for me. I think that when I let go of my insecurities and just believed that, for whatever reasons, Carlos finds me attractive, everything became more enjoyable; there’s no distracting thoughts at the back of my mind telling me I’m not good enough and instead I was free to concentrate entirely on how sensual sex can be.

Slipping naked out of bed we head to the bathroom, stepping into the steaming water. After all the traveling yesterday (and to be fair all the sex) I really appreciate the cleansing time.