Alana novel Chapter 51

Alana's POV

I woke up happy, the Eiffel tower stood proud only a short distance away and I know we'd be visiting it soon. I was sitting at the window and a groan rings through the room.

"Baby?"

There it goes. I've grown accustomed and quite pleased with my life and my husband.

"Hmm?"

"I know we're in Paris but gosh, you don't have to deprive me of you." He complains and I giggle, walking over to straddle him and he drapes his hand lazily on my butt, the other one behind his head.

"What're you wearing." He grunts his voice extremely deep and husky.

"Um, PJs."

"That's not PJs, that's my shirt." He smirks and I mirror it.

"If you knew what it was, why ask?" He chuckles and I smile.

"Got me. Now, kiss me." He pouts and I tap my finger on my lips pretending to think.

"Um, no." I hop off and he scowls.

"And why the hell not?" He asks grumpily and I raise an eyebrow, taking off his shirt to get another one.

His scowl suddenly disappears as they land on my naked chest.

"You're such a boy." I giggle, walking into the bathroom to take a shower.

Soon, I'm all wet-

That's what she said.

-and I grab the body wash, ready to pour it into my hands when the door suddenly swings open.

I watch wide-eyed as Aiden enters the room.

"What're you doing?" I raise an eyebrow.

"Saving water." He rips the body wash from my hands and pours it into his instead.

"Aiden."

"Shh. We're married. We've done the nasty. I've seen everything. No need to feel self-conscious all of a sudden." I blush, closing my eyes and he slowly moves his hands all over my body.

He's close enough so that I could lean against him and he rubs everywhere, spending extra time on my chest, and I slap his hands away.

He chuckles, "shampoo?"

"I brought my own," I inform and he gives me a flat face.

"If you think that I'm going back into that room, you're dead wrong." He reaches over my head and grabs the hotel shampoo, squeezing it all over my hair and massaging gently.

I moan at how great his hands felt and he chuckled, turning on the tap. The water runs down on the both of us and he drapes kisses up and down my neck, pushing me forward so that my hands were forced to be placed onto the walls and I breathe hard as his hand dips onto my lower front.

And well. Let's not go into details.

"I'm hungry," Aiden complains and I frown.

"I told you to eat at the hotel," I mutter grumpily.

I wanted to get to the Eiffel tower and he wanted to eat?

"Have you been here before?"

"Many many times." He mutters.

"Aw..." I frown as he pulls me into a cafe. It was buzzing, but we found a seat in the near corner.

"Babe...we'll get there. We have all day." He says and I sigh.

"Okay fine."

"Bonjour, Que voudriez-vous aujourd'hui?" The waitress asks and I look at her confused.

"Do...you...speak...English..." I talk slower to her and Aiden sniggers.

"Baby, are you alright?" Aiden asks frantically and everyone in the café was staring at us.

I sigh, it freaking burns.

"I'm okay. Let me go wipe it off." I motion towards the girl's room and he frowns standing. I don't tell him to sit as he follows me into the women's room.

I absolutely loved my husband's company anywhere.

I apologize to all the women who had to deal with it.

"Lift your skirt." He says and I raise an eyebrow at him.

"Now isn't exactly the time-"

"Cmon sunflower." I chuckle.

"Babe let me do it." I roll up my skirt mid-thigh and dab it with some wet tissues.

"This day isn't going as planned." Aiden sighs leaning against the sink and I pull down my skirt.

"Babe, it's alright, we have four more days here and the day's not even over yet. Let's go." He grabs my hand and pulls me outside, suddenly encouraged. He stops in his tracks as the waitress stands before us with the drinks.

"Thanks." He mutters dryly, grabbing the coffee and throwing it onto her.

She screams and I gape.

"Aiden!"

"Oh shush. You liked it." He teases.

Well, yea. I did.

"Next stop! The Eiffel tower." He yells as we run through the streets like a mad couple.

I giggle as passersby yell at us.

So this is what it felt like to be in love...