Playing at Forever - By Michelle Brewer Page 0,68

desk to remove her shoes, the glare of the frame catching her attention. She lifted it in her hands, staring down at the license.

They were officially married today, she noticed.

Happy wedding day, she thought to herself as she sighed, setting the frame back onto the desk.

What a day it had been, too.

She rose and crossed the room, sifting through her suitcase for her pajamas. A blush crept over her body as her fingers grazed a thin, lacy material. She recalled Diego giving her the negligee the night of the premiere, telling her that she would look even more amazing that night.

Penny rolled her eyes, grabbing a t-shirt instead and making her way into the bathroom.

But as she reached over to turn the faucet on, she stopped, meeting her own eyes in her reflection.

And for just the briefest moment, her resolve lapsed.

Why couldn’t they pretend? Why couldn’t they live the dream, even if just for one night?

She didn’t want it to end. She wasn’t ready for it.

Before she knew what she was doing, she was scrambling through her luggage once more until she found the item she was looking for, slipping into the sexy negligee without thinking twice.

And then she was crossing the hall, opening Tommy’s bedroom door. He sat on his bed, his body angled away from her. But as he heard the door, he turned. His expression clearly displayed his surprise.

Penny took a few steps toward him, suddenly slightly less confident than she had been only moments ago. “Pen?” He finally questioned, his eyes roaming over her body.

“I want to keep pretending, Tommy.” She closed the space between them quickly, standing directly in front of him now as she rested a hand on each side of his face. “I want you to pretend that you’re just a boy, and I’m just a girl, and that this is our wedding night.”

“Penny—”

“Shh,” she cut him off by pressing her lips to his. He responded instantly, pulling her down into his lap.

“Are you sure?” He asked after several moments.

“I’ve never been more sure about anything in my life.” She told him, holding his eyes.

And, just like she had done all those years ago, Penny crossed the line.

Penny woke in the morning feeling more refreshed than she had in a long, long time—despite not actually sleeping all that much.

She didn’t worry about feeling nervous or awkward—mostly because everything had felt right. More right than she could ever have imagined it to feel.

Tommy traced patterns along her back as she lay on his chest, supposedly sleeping, but thinking instead.

Everything had changed, but nothing felt all that different. It was just…natural, laying here in his arms. Making love into the wee-hours of the night and waking up to do the same.

It had been awhile since she’d seen any passion, that was for certain. But she had never experienced anything quite like last night.

The hunger, the desire, the fervor. It had been so exhilarating. She hadn’t thought about anything except the touch of his hands, the feel of his body, the constant craving for more.

Perhaps Tommy was simply just a better lover than Kevin had been…but Penny tended to doubt that was all there was to it.

There had to be more there.

“What’s going through that pretty little head of yours?” He questioned and she turned her head so that she could look him in the eye.

“Oh, nothing really.” He began playing with her hair now. “Just thinking about how relaxed I feel.”

“That’s something I like to hear.” Penny smiled, planting a kiss on his chest. “That means I’ve done something right.”

“Oh, you’ve done plenty.” She told him laughingly. “There is just one thing, though.”

“What’s that?”

“I’m absolutely famished.” This time Tommy laughed, throwing his head back into the pillow.

“How about some room service?”

“That sounds delightful. I don’t even have to get dressed for room service.”

“No, it’s actually preferred if you don’t.” Penny giggled, rolling over so that Tommy could sit up. “What should I order for you?” She thought long and hard for a moment before lighting up.

“French toast! With bacon. And sausage.”

“Oh, you’re going big.” Penny nodded, raising an eyebrow.

“Well, I’ve worked up quite the appetite.”

“You’d better be careful, giving me looks like that. That could delay breakfast by at least another hour.” He ducked down to press his lips to hers, his smile devilish as he disappeared from the room. Penny sighed happily, laying back into the bed and wondering if they ever had to leave this room.

Couldn’t they just stay forever and let the