Total pages in book: 102
Estimated words: 98412 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 492(@200wpm)___ 394(@250wpm)___ 328(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 98412 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 492(@200wpm)___ 394(@250wpm)___ 328(@300wpm)
My eyes widened as he backed me up against the wall. I didn’t protest, even though I was gross and pretty sure he was going to notice it soon. If anything, my body softened at his advance, the tension in my shoulders and neck dissipating.
“Went back and forth, the whole drive down,” he said, his hand coming up to rest at the side of my neck. “Is she going to tell me to leave her the fuck alone? Not answer the door? Try and let me down easy? Does she miss me?”
He grinned and my heart started to race. I wasn’t sure if it was panic or euphoria.
“I should have trusted my instincts from the beginning,” he said conversationally. “I was so worried about stepping on your toes, though.”
His fingers began to play with the hair at the nape of my neck, and I shivered.
“Your instincts?” I croaked, frozen as his fingers drifted back and forth against my neck.
“You want me,” he said easily, his hand tightening fractionally. “You’ve wanted me from the start.”
I started to argue that it wasn’t so simple as that, but he cut off my words with a few of his own.
“You wanted me when you were staring at my chest in the pool,” he said softly. “You wanted me when you invited me in here.” He tipped his head to the side as his knee notched between my thighs, letting me know that the here he described wasn’t the house. “You wanted me when you kicked my ass out. You still wanted me when you called from your sister’s dorm.”
“What made you come to that conclusion?” I rasped, tipping my chin up a little in defiance. The words he said were true, but the delivery was given in a way that was totally foreign from the Trevor I’d come to know.
“The way you look at me,” he replied.
It was the simplicity in his answer that stopped any argument I could have made.
“I look at you the same way,” he said sweetly, his head dropping down so that his mouth was just millimeters from my ear. “Like I’ve been swimming under water and I’ve finally come up for air.”
My head fell back against the wall with a thump as his lips met the skin just below my ear. “Like I’m looking at the present I’ve been asking for all year under the Christmas tree.”
His lips drifted across the front of my throat and dipped into the notch of my collarbone. “Like I can’t believe how lucky I am that I finally found you.”
“Were you looking for me?” I asked dumbly, the words tumbling from my lips before I could hold them back. I froze as soon as I’d realized what I’d said.
“Baby, I’ve been looking for you my entire life,” he replied, raising his head until our foreheads were pressed together. “You might not be there yet,” he breathed. “But I’ve never been more sure.”
My eyes watered, but I held tears back by sheer force of will.
“I need to shower,” I replied. It was quite possibly the worst and most truthful thing I could have said.
Trevor stiffened for a moment, his eyes hard on mine, but before I could apologize, or do anything, really, his whole body began to shake with laughter. With one hand braced against the wall and the other still wrapped around the side of my neck, Trevor leaned against me, his face in my throat as he laughed like a lunatic.
When he was done, he lifted his face and kissed me so quickly I didn’t even have a chance to pucker up.
“I got into it with my mom,” he said, his smile gone.
“Oh, no,” I murmured. Maybe that was why he’d come to see me. I knew how close he and his mom were. He must have been pretty upset if he’d driven all the way to Sacramento. “Do you want to talk about it?”
Trevor huffed in amusement and barely shook his head from side to side.
“I told her I’m going to put a ring on your finger,” he said bluntly.
Intellectually, I understood the words he was saying. However, logically, I couldn’t wrap my mind around the meaning.
“You what?” I blurted, trying to figure out if he was joking.
“I made it clear that you and I were something they’d have to get used to.”
“Jesus,” I mumbled, pushing distractedly at his chest. I completely ignored what he’d just said as I moved out of his arms. “I’m sweaty and I need a shower like you would not believe.”
I left him standing in the hallway as I stepped into the bathroom. He could handle himself while I cleaned up really quick. It wasn’t like it was his first time at our house.
I was in the shower for less than five minutes when his voice on the other side of the shower scared the crap out of me.