All Chapters of TRUST ME: Chapter 191 - Chapter 200

“Did I wake you?” he asked, his thumb caressing her soft cheek. Sandra yawned and shook her head.“No, I’m hungry.”“What would you like?” he teased her. “Pickles and ice cream perhaps?” Sandra wrinkled her nose and grunted her disapproval as she sat up from his lap.“How about fruit and yogurt,” she suggested.“I’ll call room service. What else would you like?” He stood as he spoke, walking into the adjoining kitchen and reached for the phone that connected to the hotel’s many services.“Do we have to eat here? Can’t we go out?” Creighton glanced out the window to the sun peeking through the drapes. They hadn’t seen it in so many days, it looked like a foreign object hanging in the sky.“It stopped raining. Would you like to eat at the restaurant downstairs and then take a walk around the gardens?”“I’d love to.” Sandra pulled her feet off the sofa and back into her shoes. Creighton stepped up to her side, steadying her on her legs as she fought off the effects of sleep, then smi

“This isn’t for your punishment, Sandra. It’s for our child’s safety. Now promise me.” “I promise, I promise. I’ll tell you if it hurts.” “Just think of how great it will be once you’ve recovered from childbirth. I will make it well worth the wait and frustration of taking it easy.” Sandra smiled. The image of his words brought an array of delightful, wicked scenarios into her mind. She closed her eyes, basking in the sensations he was stirring to life. His tongue continued to explore her upper torso, her neck, her collarbone and her ear, where he tugged gently on the lobe. “Tell me what you want,” he whispered, his breath tickling the hairs on the back of her neck. “I want you to love me until I’m breathless,” she said. “That sounds like an offer I can’t refuse, even though you once again push me past my common sense.” Creighton rolled her over to her back, then stretched her arms above her head as he kissed her lips hard and passionately, their tongues dancing the familiar

“Sleep well?” he asked when she yawned again, nodding. “I have to tell you, seeing you like this makes me very grateful we’re on our honeymoon. If I’m not mistaken, I did promise at one point to keep you as my naked hostage until you were too old, or too content, to object to my perverted ways.”Sandra laughed and snuggled her head against his warmth a little further, enjoying the feel of his large hands as they caressed her naked back and hips. She had awoken to find herself alone and without thought of consequences or reactions, she went looking for him. Her stomach felt a little jerky, but she didn’t stop to think about what was happening. All she wanted was to have his arms around her.“I have breakfast cooking,” he told her in a husky tone. “It will give you enough time for a bath if you want one.”“I’d love one,” she answered through another yawn. “Will you join me?” Creighton smiled, his hands pressing her hips against the hard bulge in his pants.“I can’t think of a better way

“Davies will have the plane here by ten,” he told her later that day as they laid embraced on the sofa, a book of wallpaper and window treatment open on her lap. The afternoon had been spent discussing their designs for the house. Creighton told her about Andrew’s email and that they could move in when they returned to Yorkshire. They had emailed Maxine, the designer who was working on the house and assured her they would decide on what colors, schemes and furniture they wanted for the rooms and let her know by the time they reached Kansas.Sandra had spent nearly forty-five minutes on the phone with her grandparents, informing them they would be coming back to discuss business and go through her belongings. They would spend several days, even a week or two, depending on how quickly Creighton could arrange the beginning of what he jokingly called, project Kansas Kandy. The details of the plans had been submitted to the town’s planning committee and the mayor was already preparing a

Sandra woke to see the man she loved and married still sitting at his computer. She had no idea how long she had been out, but she felt well rested and refreshed and in desperate need of a toilet. She smiled at Creighton who glanced up from his computer as she walked into the bathroom, closing the door behind her. She found the relief almost exhilarating as she sat on the cool seat, stretching her legs out in front of her. Her muscles were sore, and her neck ached from the position in which she slept, but she was anxious to go home and excited to see her old friends again.A few minutes later, she washed her hands and ran a comb through her tangled hair, smoothing the long strands around her face and down her back. The woman who stared back at her through the reflection, was almost unrecognizable from the one who had arrived in France such a short time before. She was happier than she had ever been, and her eyes sparkled. Her face, neck and shoulders above her lacy pink top were a dee