Page 59 of Forever Mine
I cupped his cheek and kissed him on the mouth. “Trust me, I'm good.”
“Great.” Scott’s voice was soft and his touch gentle. He sat up and went to the bathroom, leaving me wanting his arms around me again.
When he came back, he said, “I'm starving. How about you?”
“I could eat something, but I'm not ravenously hungry. At least, I wasn't before.”
He wrapped himself around me, laying one arm across my belly. “And now?”
I faced him, threading a hand through his hair. “Now, I want some more of you.”
This time our lovemaking was almost an act of adoration on Scott’s part. He paid homage to my entire body and was slow and thorough, touching everywhere he'd missed the first time. When we came, I swore Scott told me he loved me, but I was too far gone to make out his words and I didn’t want to think about what they might mean for us.
When we sat at his table later, eating ham and cheese sandwiches, he kept one hand on top of mine as though I’d disappear if he wasn’t touching me.
His affectionate gaze left me in no doubt I'd heard him correctly that last time he was inside me. Emotional entanglement wasn’t what I wanted at this point in my life, but I was in love with Scott. I just wasn't ready to admit it to him, especially since I’d only discovered how I felt about him on the weekend. I didn’t want to face what being in love with him meant and how it could change my life.
As our gazes collided, Scott brushed my cheek with his knuckles. “You're thinking too hard.”
“How d'you know what I'm thinking?”
“You're worried as all get out. I can see it in your eyes.”
“I’m not.” I said staunchly. “You have an overactive imagination.”
“Whatever.” Scott drank lemonade and set his glass down. “All I'm saying is, relax and enjoy the ride with me.”
My mind drifted as the memory of our lovemaking surfaced. “I intend to do just that.”
He squeezed my arm. “Good girl.”
After munching on my sandwich, I licked a dollop of mayo off my lip. When Scott’s eyes darkened, I looked at my watch. “I have to go home soon. It’s almost eight o'clock.”
“A little more loving isn’t going to take all evening.”
I swallowed a mouthful of lemonade, then placed the glass on the table. Letting my smile emerge, I asked, “What are we waiting for?”