Why? I can’t meet her looking like this … oh god, she’s gonna hate me, she’s gonna think I’m a trouble maker. I am trouble. I told you from the beginning, you just didn’t listen to me.” I huff and push myself up to try to climb off the couch. I manage to get one leg over him but his wide body is blocking me and his hand clamps onto my thigh, stopping me from going any further.
“Lie back down, Arianna,” he says calmly, his voice laced with amusement.
“No,” I snap. I know I’m acting like a sulky teenager but I don’t want to meet his mom looking like this, especially after all that has happened.
He smirks and runs his hand up my leg, along my stomach and between my breasts. His fingers ignite my now sensitive skin. He wraps his fingers around the back of my neck softly and pulls me down toward him with a little gentle pressure. I don’t resist, and I smile when our lips meet. My ribs grumble at the odd angle I’m holding myself at, but I don’t care. Every one of his kisses is worth it.
He pulls away to speak and I slide back into his side where I was so comfortable before.
“Have you finished with your little tantrum?” he chuckles.
I blow out a sulky breath but I don’t really mean it. “I really wanted to meet your mom in better circumstances, can we reschedule? Please.” I look up at him hopefully.
“No, we can’t reschedule. I have some things I need to see to, and I won’t have you left on your own. She’s coming to look after you for an hour … two hours, max.”
“I don’t want to,” I whisper.
“I know. And I know I promised you that I wouldn’t make you do anything you didn’t want to but I don’t have a choice here, Ari. Please don’t make it hard for me,” he says sincerely. I can’t help but look into those beautiful eyes. Even after such a little amount of sleep and all the worry he’s had over the last few days, his eyes still hold that twinkle.
“I know that you’re anxious about meeting her. But, really, there’s no need to be. She knows all about you. She’s excited to meet you.”
“Really?” I ask, surprised.
“Yes, really. Of course she would rather have met you under different circumstances but we’re making the best we can with the hand we’ve been dealt.”
“Okay,” I say quietly and reluctantly. His logic makes it hard for me to argue and I really don’t want to make his day any more difficult than I have already. Surely he wouldn’t throw me to the wolves if his mom was a real dragon, would he?
“Good girl. You want me to go and get you a change of clothes?” he asks kindly.
“What I would really love is a shower. Would you take me back to my room to get freshened up?” I ask knowing he will be glued to my side anyway, and won’t let me cross the hallway on my own. I don’t blame him actually, I’m a little nervous about being on my own after not knowing why I fell or blacked out so for today I’d actually feel better about having him next to me.
“Of course, you want to go now?” he asks, pushing himself up on his elbow.
“Just ten more minutes here,” I say flashing him a smile before nuzzling into his chest. He always smells so … I don’t know, just sexy, familiar, comforting. It would be easy to fall asleep resting here like this. The steady rise and fall of his chest and the rhythmic beat of his heart right next to my ear is calming. I feel like I could stay here all day.
I trace my index finger down the middle of his chest, and let the rest of my fingers fall across the ripple of his stomach. I move my hand in figure eights, feeling the taut muscle and letting myself explore the feel of him. I want to feel every part of him. I want to feel every emotion that he brings out in me. Not only do I want to feel it, I want to embrace it.
“That’s real good, Stunner, but I’m begging you not to dip your finger any lower on my waistband. You’ve only been out of the hospital for just a few hours so
“Lie back down, Arianna,” he says calmly, his voice laced with amusement.
“No,” I snap. I know I’m acting like a sulky teenager but I don’t want to meet his mom looking like this, especially after all that has happened.
He smirks and runs his hand up my leg, along my stomach and between my breasts. His fingers ignite my now sensitive skin. He wraps his fingers around the back of my neck softly and pulls me down toward him with a little gentle pressure. I don’t resist, and I smile when our lips meet. My ribs grumble at the odd angle I’m holding myself at, but I don’t care. Every one of his kisses is worth it.
He pulls away to speak and I slide back into his side where I was so comfortable before.
“Have you finished with your little tantrum?” he chuckles.
I blow out a sulky breath but I don’t really mean it. “I really wanted to meet your mom in better circumstances, can we reschedule? Please.” I look up at him hopefully.
“No, we can’t reschedule. I have some things I need to see to, and I won’t have you left on your own. She’s coming to look after you for an hour … two hours, max.”
“I don’t want to,” I whisper.
“I know. And I know I promised you that I wouldn’t make you do anything you didn’t want to but I don’t have a choice here, Ari. Please don’t make it hard for me,” he says sincerely. I can’t help but look into those beautiful eyes. Even after such a little amount of sleep and all the worry he’s had over the last few days, his eyes still hold that twinkle.
“I know that you’re anxious about meeting her. But, really, there’s no need to be. She knows all about you. She’s excited to meet you.”
“Really?” I ask, surprised.
“Yes, really. Of course she would rather have met you under different circumstances but we’re making the best we can with the hand we’ve been dealt.”
“Okay,” I say quietly and reluctantly. His logic makes it hard for me to argue and I really don’t want to make his day any more difficult than I have already. Surely he wouldn’t throw me to the wolves if his mom was a real dragon, would he?
“Good girl. You want me to go and get you a change of clothes?” he asks kindly.
“What I would really love is a shower. Would you take me back to my room to get freshened up?” I ask knowing he will be glued to my side anyway, and won’t let me cross the hallway on my own. I don’t blame him actually, I’m a little nervous about being on my own after not knowing why I fell or blacked out so for today I’d actually feel better about having him next to me.
“Of course, you want to go now?” he asks, pushing himself up on his elbow.
“Just ten more minutes here,” I say flashing him a smile before nuzzling into his chest. He always smells so … I don’t know, just sexy, familiar, comforting. It would be easy to fall asleep resting here like this. The steady rise and fall of his chest and the rhythmic beat of his heart right next to my ear is calming. I feel like I could stay here all day.
I trace my index finger down the middle of his chest, and let the rest of my fingers fall across the ripple of his stomach. I move my hand in figure eights, feeling the taut muscle and letting myself explore the feel of him. I want to feel every part of him. I want to feel every emotion that he brings out in me. Not only do I want to feel it, I want to embrace it.
“That’s real good, Stunner, but I’m begging you not to dip your finger any lower on my waistband. You’ve only been out of the hospital for just a few hours so
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