Chapter 6 An Old Flame

The Next morning Grace woke up feeling refreshed. She could not remember the last time she slept like that. Maybe it was the soft bed and everything in it. Shaking off some sleep

She tried to remember what happened last night. The last thing she remembered, was being on the couch in front of a fire, enjoying Mr. Monrows pastry treats before everything went blank. Now here she was, dressed in a baby-soft night dress. Turning on her side, she knew she needed to pee.

Jumping out of bed.

Then realized her mistake, when a pair of strong arms caught her before she could fall. Gently Nickolas placed her back on the bed, not taking his eyes off her.

“Are you okay?’’ he said hoarsely “you need a doctor.”

“No...I got up too fast.” waving her hand at him

“Come let me help you to the bathroom” he took her arm and put it over his neck, he guided her to the room's en suite. “You do know that I can perfectly walk,” she said stealing a side look at him.

He looked like he had just woken up. His hair was shuffled up and he had on the same clothes from the previous day. Grace wondered if he had slept on the couch next to her bed.

Their communication was still a bit strained.

When they reached the bathroom door, she cleared her throat loudly and he got the message. He let her go in by herself. Stepping inside she was stunned by the size of the bathroom, her room alone was the same size as her whole flat. She discovered that each room she had been in had its unique style of decor. Her room was more feminine, it was decorated in all white.

Feeling a bit jealous she felt she didn’t know a lot about Nicko’s life except for the bits and pieces he shared on the ship, and everything from the gossip columns.

Nicko had thought of everything. or Mr. Monrow had thought of everything, the bathroom had everything she needed. She looked down at her night dress and wondered how he had managed to undress and dress her, or did he get help. She also had no idea how many people stayed at this home, except for the friendly Mr. Monrow, who she met yesterday.

'Today you should take a tour of the whole residence.' the voice was saying.

she stepped into the double shower. feeling more determined about her mission than ever. she Put on the bathrobe and went back into the room.

Nicko was on the bed. He had just put down her breakfast tray. her eye caught the contents on the tray and her stomach started rumbling.

As if reading her thoughts, Nicko go up and opened the covers for her. Once she was settled he put the tray on her lap.

“I already called the doctor to come and check you,” he said giving her the bowl of fruit. “I didn’t know what you wished for breakfast” looking nervous.

“Can we talk about this” she was feeling desperate to connect with him again?

“Maybe later, you need to rest. ill ask James to bring...”

“No, you cannot avoid me forever Nicko” cutting him off. She grabbed his wrist and pulled him back toward the bed. Surprised by her strength, he sat back down again, his eyes never leaving hers. At that very moment, he knew he couldn’t hold it anymore, he needed to touch her, care for her and feel her body against him. cupping up her face in his hands, he took one last look at her as if looking for confirmation from her, he kissed her. Gently at first, then with more need. she responded with the same urgency. His hand slipped inside her bathrobe to feel her swollen breast while the other tried to loosen the bathrobe. Once the bathrobe was out of the way, and her breasts were exposed, he stood up, his eyes never leaving her body. He took off his shirt and kicked off his shoes and socks, his pants followed with the same speed. When he got into bed, she pulled him closer, her need growing. her tongue fluttered against his, and his hands were all over her body, her hands playing with his hair and biting at his earlobe, she was rewarded with a moan from him. Time seemed to stand still. they were back at the ship again. When he couldn’t take it anymore he turned her around. she wanted to feel him inside her, turning her insides into liquid. They made love in that position. “mmm,” she moaned. He knew she was close and he intensified the pressure. “yes! Yes, don’t stop,” she screamed as her pleasure took over. Without waiting for her to come down from her high. He went into overdrive. all the frustration of the previous months came rushing over, he tightened his grip on her, buried his face in her head, and lost all control. When he regained his senses, he sat in bed trying to clear the fog in his head.

“I’m sorry I didn’t mean to lose control like that.” pulling her closer to him.

“I loved it, it took me back to the ship” smiling up at him as she nestled against him and closed her eyes.