He clasped her hands and, staring into her eyes, brought them to his lips, kissing each knuckle. His action, again so gentlemanly, awed and humbled her. “Beautiful, that’s what you are,” he said. “My beautiful princess.” His tender touch as he traced the curve of her cheekbone down to her jaw made her giddy, and she sagged against his chest. Rob rested his chin on her head, and she stared into the mirror at their reflection. His eyes were closed, as though he wanted to imprint whatever he was feeling in his mind forever. She took in their bodies, fitted together so perfectly despite their hands between them, and her wide hips, wider ass and thick waist didn’t seem to matter. I’m beautiful. He opened his eyes and caught her watching. A rose blush tinged his cheeks and a shy smile followed. So many unspoken words hovered between them, over them, around them. Was he thinking the same things as she? Were they both worrying the other would give, give, give for this one night only then say goodbye?
