Dammit.
“Trisha, babe, this isn’t what you think. I didn’t bring you here . . . for that. I just wanted us to have a night we could sleep with no fear or worry. I wanted to hold you. Nothing more. I swear, baby.”
She didn’t look at me. She continued to stare at the building in front of us. Shit!
“I swear to God I would never have brought you here expecting anything. I wasn’t thinking about that. I just wanted us to have a place that was ours. Where we didn’t have to worry about anyone else coming along or coming home. Just us.”
She nodded slightly, but she didn’t look at me yet. So I waited. I gave her a moment to process what I was saying to her. I was about to tell her I’d sleep on the floor, although I really wanted to hold her all night, when she finally turned her head and met my gaze.
“Okay,” she whispered.
She didn’t look like she meant it.
I reached over and pulled her up against me. “Listen to me,” I pleaded, taking her face in my hands and tilting it so she had to look at me. “If all we ever do is kiss, then I’ll be the luckiest f**king man on the planet. Because I have you. I . . . I love you, Trisha Corbin. I love you like crazy. You’ve got me so obsessed with you I can’t see anything or anyone beyond you. Every plan I make is because of you. Every morning when I wake up all I think about is seeing you. Every night when I go to sleep all I think about is how much I want to be holding you in my arms as you fall asleep. You are it. You’re my gift. You. Just you. This hotel room was to give us a place that was just ours. I have something to eat up there and I even rented us a couple movies. This isn’t about sex, baby. I swear to you.”
She blinked slowly, and her eyes misted over. I wasn’t sure what I had said to make her cry. I started to replay my ramblings in my head, and then her full lips moved. “You love me?”
I had been scared to say it before tonight. It had come out in my panic to reassure her. But it was true. I’d never love anyone else the way I loved Trisha.
“I think you may be the only person who doesn’t know that already,” I said, smiling at her surprise. She was so damn adorable sometimes.
A slow smile played on her lips before she leaned toward me. “I love you, too,” she said softly, before kissing me.
I could’ve died right then and known I had lived.
Trisha
Rock opened the door to the hotel room he had gotten us for the night. My heart was still so full from hearing him tell me he loved me that I couldn’t stop smiling. I had been in love with Rock for months now. I wouldn’t tell him because I wasn’t sure he had wanted to hear that.
He had said it to me. And he had also said a lot of other beautiful things that had made me love him even more, and I hadn’t thought that was possible.
“Cooler has our food in it. You hungry now?” he asked as I stepped inside the room. There was one big bed in the middle of the room and a television on the wall across from it. I could see the sink and mirror straight ahead, and then a door to the bathroom. It was the nicest place I’d ever stayed. Until last month when I went to the party at Marcus Hardy’s house, it would have been the nicest place I had ever been. But Marcus Hardy’s house had blown my mind. It was like nothing I had ever imagined.
This, however, was ours. For the night.
“I got you a grape soda. Several, actually,” Rock said, slipping his hand around my waist and kissing my temple.
I loved grape soda, and once he had found that out, he made sure I had it often. Another thing I loved about him.
Normally, I would want a grape soda. But I didn’t want that right now. I had been daydreaming for so long about the moment I would tell Rock I loved him. I had known how I wanted it to happen. I had fantasized about it so many times I wasn’t even nervous when I turned to face him. I couldn’t say the words because in my daydreams he just knew. I had never prepared words for this.
I kissed him.
It only took him a moment to respond. His hands were on my hips, pulling me up against him tightly as his mouth began to work its magic on me. His minty taste always excited me. I slipped my arms up as high as I could and stood on my tiptoes so that my fingers could slide into his short hair. My br**sts pressed against his chest, and the ache in them only intensified. Since the first time Rock’s hands had settled under my br**sts and his thumb had grazed the undersides of them, they had started getting very excited when he got anywhere near them.
Not begging him to touch them was hard. It scared me and excited me to think about it. I had seen him looking at my boobs a lot. He liked them. It made wearing shirts that were too small bearable, knowing he liked the view.
When his hands slid up my sides and stopped just below my br**sts again, I let out a frustrated whimper. He stopped kissing me for a moment, but his mouth stayed hovering over mine. His warm breath bathed my lips, and I wasn’t sure I could breathe.
His hands slowly began to move, and I opened my eyes to look up at his warm ones. He was watching me closely as he inched his hands up until he was touching the undersides of my br**sts. So close to the centers, which ached for attention.
The moment he moved higher and his fingers ran over my sensitive ni**les, I sucked in a breath and grabbed on to his shoulders. This was what I wanted. What I had wanted for a while.
“Can I take your shirt off?” Rock asked, his voice raspy and low.
I nodded. I couldn’t form words.
He closed his eyes for a minute, and his nostrils flared before he reached down and pulled my T-shirt up my body. I lifted my arms, and he moved the shirt up and then tossed it aside. I wanted to close my eyes now. But I also needed to see him look at me. I would see the disappointment in them if he didn’t like what he saw.