Crawling into bed beside her, I laid on top of the sheet and brushed my hand across her naked shoulder, her skin smooth beneath my fingers. She inhaled, a soft smile spreading to her lips. “Quit staring at me,Travis.”
Her voice was groggy from the amount of moaning I had her doing last night, and it made megrin.
“Can’t help it,” I told her, my thoughts running amuck with memories of her beneathme.
“I look like crap,” she moaned, pulling the white sheet up over her head. I tugged it back down and rolled on top of her, pressing my body against hers. I was already hard again, already aching to be back insideher.
“You don’t look like crap,” I told her, a sly smirk on my face. “You look like you just had the best lay of yourlife.”
“That’s because I did,” she murmured, her cheeksflushing.
With the wedding over, there were no more excuses to hide behind. I wanted to claim her as mine in every way, and I’d risk the potential beat down if it meant at the end of the day, I could crawl into bed and fall asleep with her in myarms.
The allure of single life no longer appealed to me. I wanted to build something real with her, and I’d stop at nothing to proveit.
I pressed my hard length against her pelvis again, my Calvin Klein pajama bottoms and the sheet the only things preventing me from sliding into her. I felt her nipples pebble through the thin sheet against my naked chest, and I throbbed. I kissed her slowly, moving my body against hers. She broke away, breathlessly. “I have to go,” she told me, her voice full of regret. Her eyes bore into mine, panic and desire and adoration swirling around together, confusing me and intriguing me all atonce.
“You’re going to have to wait until I’m ready to drive you home,” I reminded her, nudging her nose with mine. “Rob drove us back here, remember?” I murmured against her lips. She hummed in response and I kissed her again, softly tasting her and trying to coax her into relaxing. She kissed me back for several moments, her mouth hungrily moving against mine. Then she shuddered, and her hand pressed against my chest as she turned herhead.
“I need to go,” she insisted, dragging her eyes back to mine. I could see panic within their blue depths, and it saddened me until she continued. “I need to pick Aiden up,” she said, pushing at my chest. “And I think it’d be better if Ididn’thave you drop me off…in case Braden is still at thehouse.”
“I thought we were going to start telling people after the wedding?” I frowned,confused.
“Brock should be the first person to know, and I don’t want to trouble him on his honeymoon,” she said, biting her lip. “Besides…I think we should try dating for a few weekswithouteveryone knowing, to see if it’s even something we want todo.”
“Oh, dating you is something that I definitely want to do, and I want everybody to know it,” I responded cockily, pushing my pelvis into hers to drive the point home. Becky smiled and lifted her head, pressing her lips against minesoftly.
“I’m not ready to tell anybody yet, Travis,” she admitted reluctantly, her eyes searchingmine.
“Why not?” I was trying to be patient and understanding, but it was hard when all I wanted to do was shout from the rooftops that she was mine and I washers.
“Because I’m afraid it will ruin it,” sheconfessed.
“How would telling our family and friends ruin it?” I asked her, looking down into hereyes.
“Everyone will have an opinion,” she pointed out. “And I don’t want to hear those opinions. It’s the first time I’ve even been in a relationship since…well, youknow.”
“Right, well I’ll give Rob a text,” I said quickly, rolling off of her. I didn’t want to push her too far too soon, and I understood herreasons.
I sat on the edge of my bed and fired out a text message to my bodyguard, Rob, telling him to meet me out front with a car to take her home. He also doubled as a driver when I needed him to. I grabbed the black mug of coffee, downing it in three huge gulps. I handed the other mug to her and fell back into my bed, reading Rob’s reply. “He’ll be here inten.”
I could feel her eyes watching me warily as she took a tentative sip from the mug she was holding. “Are you mad?” she askedme.
“No, I’m not mad,” I replied, turning to give her a reassuring smile. I wasn’t mad, but I was feeling a little bummed out that she was leaving so soon. I had illusions of spending the rest of the day with her, tangled up in mysheets.
“Good,” she breathed as she got up, bringing the sheet with her. She set the mug down on the other night table, her eyes scanning the room before she spotted her dress. It laid crumbled on the floor by my door. She walked over to it and picked it up, shimmying into the tight little number. I walked across the room to pull the strap up over hershoulder.
Moving her tangled hair out of the way, my fingers brushed along her spine, my breath fanned across the nape of her neck. Her skin erupted into goose bumps. I kissed the sensitive spot between her shoulder and neck, loving how shetasted.
“Alright, he should be here by now,” I told her, pullingaway.
I walked her to the front door, grabbing her hand before she could open it. I pulled her back to me for one lingering, bittersweet kiss. I could feel her heart racing through the pulse in herwrist.
I opened the door for her. Rob was waiting beside the black Escalade, his sunglasses in place. I knew I could count on him to get her homesafely.
“Shit…my car,” Becky looked up at me with panic stricken eyes. She’d left it at the Armstrong’s the night before, and I knew she was dreading showing up with Rob to pick it up. That wouldn’t go unnoticed by any of the Armstrong’s, if they were to catchher.
Which is one of the reasons why I had already taken care of it. The other reason? I wanted to make her life a little easier in any way that I could. “Rob drove it back to your place last night. He slipped the keys into your mailbox,” I toldher.
