“Don’t hate me,” she said as we drew apart.
“Not possible.” He wanted her too much, and being this close to her was driving him mad. He’d thought her trouble, and in some ways she was, but he wanted to care for her, to help her manage that and protect her when she teetered too near the edge of danger. She was also a sexy, expressive girl with a playful personality. He realized now that’s what had drawn him to her
again, right from the moment she’d looked up at him in the tube train and invited him to flirt with her.
She closed her eyes, as if she was biting back tears.
That wasn’t helping. He was having a hard time expressing himself, and this was important. He had to show her he was serious.
As if she knew what he was thinking, she wiped her eyes and gave a mischievous smile. “I’m not embarrassing you, am I?”
A suggestive look took up residence on her face and her lips glistened.
She turned her face into the palm of his hand, kissing it.
He grabbed her to him, pushing her back onto the surface of the bed.
Their kisses were raw and needy while they grappled each other with eager hands. The first time was hard and fast, both of them fully dressed and damp from the storm. She welcomed him physically, holding him tight, digging in her nails as he pulled back and lunged inside her. As they got closer to climax, she latched her legs over his shoulders, sucking him ever deeper. His balls ached, his spine needling with tension.
He came in a wild rush, grunting, and she followed fast.
Something unstoppable had been set in motion between them.
He laughed softly when she begged him for more.
“Food first. I’ll grab something from the service station.”
He straightened his clothes and put the TV on for her. He picked up burgers and Cokes. After they ate, they took a hot shower together and made love again.
“You make this so good,” she whispered.
He ached with pleasure at her words, but made light of it. “I know you better than you think.”
Tangling her hands together around the back of his neck she nodded. “You certainly do.”
He tapped his chest with one finger, and she rolled in against him as he lay down, resting her head on his chest.
Rory wrapped his arm around her, holding her close.
It felt good.
It felt right.
CHAPTER EIGHTEEN
When the alarm bleeped, Sky ignored the sound.
She was warm and safe in Rory’s arms.
“Come on, sleepy head, we need to get on the road if you’re going to make your shift.”
She rubbed her face.
Rory was already on his feet, pulling on his clothes.
“Oh shit, yes. Can’t afford to lose my job.” Inside a minute she had her clothing and boots on and was standing by the door.
“Breakfast first,” he said, striding over to her with a smile on his face.