Page 142 of Resurfaced Passion
The smoke in his voice almost melted Paige on the soft leather seat. This time she didn’t stop her moan and Reaper answered with a grunt; his fingers squeezed her thigh.
“God.” She breathed.
“I was always your king, ladybug, but I can be your God too, if you want.”
His tentative smile was all the conversation needed thereafter. She was too breathless, too nervous to speak, though her body would always want him, no matter what. Getting answers was priority.
Their date was something she’d never expect. He took them to a town fifty minutes away from Armado and the bright flashing lights in the distance alerted Paige to their destination. “A carnival?” She fidgeted excitedly in the leather bucket seat, turning towards him. “I love carnivals!”
“I know, baby.” His smirk changed his face into a sex god. She supposed he did know everything about her.
She’d tried for two days to remember something, anything, causing a raging headache. But by the end of day two Paige still only had flickers of memories and feelings. She wondered now, those times she’d woken crying her heart out from missing something …someone. Was that Reaper?
In any case, she shelved the inner detective work in order to have some fun. When he lifted her down from the cab they laced fingers automatically and stayed that way for three hours while they worked their way through the carnival, trying foods until she felt sick with pleasure overload, playing games, winning prizes, going on rides.
Her eyes widened when he stopped the truck on the side of the road on the way home. The loot he’d won for her cuddled on her lap. It was nearing midnight and still miles from home. Her confusion grew when he sent her a half-smirk before hopping down. She watched Reaper round the front of the truck and come to her door. “What on earth are you doing?”
“Ladybug always did want adventures. I’m being adventurous.” he used both hands on her waist and plucked her down, keeping her snug against his ribs before walking her to the back of the truck and he helped her into the bed by lifting her into the air and depositing her gently. With his hands gripped onto the side, he vaulted himself in too and it was the sexiest damn manly move ever, she swooned a little.
“Reaper, what are we doing?” It was only when she was on her knees did she realize she was on a fluffy blanket. He’d prepared for this.
Her heart free-fell and tumbled all the way down to her ballet flats.
Next came a cooler he pulled out from under the tarp covering. Inside sat four cartons of ice cream packed in bags of ice. She instantly perked looking over his wide shoulder. “What flavors are there?”
“Our favorite.”
Our.
She loved that.
“I only brought one spoon.” He told her slyly, scooping out a hunking piece of her absolute favorite ice cream, strawberry cheesecake, and held it to her mouth.
She opened and he slid the spoon inside and then her insides flamed when the spoon disappeared into his mouth to lick it clean. “Looks like we’ll have to share.”
He was flirting with her.
And she loved it.
Swallowing nerves, Paige licked the corner of her mouth. “I’ve gave you how many blowjobs? I’m guessing a lot over the years. I think we can share cutlery.”
He started coughing and Paige burst out laughing.
Getting through a quarter of each pint of ice cream, Paige called time out, she was absolutely stuffed. She watched Reaper roll to his knees and pack the things into the cooler, set it aside then he sat with his back to the wall of the cab bed, legs stretched out in front of him. “Are you cold?” He asked.
He was wearing a long sleeve Henley and jeans. About thirty minutes ago he went inside the truck to fetch her a hoodie to put on over her dress.
A cool summer’s night, she shook her head. It was nice to sit under the Colorado stars. “I’m fine.” She told him and then after thirty seconds of his gaze eating her alive she added. “I’m ready for you to tell me.”
He straight up froze. She braced ready for him to avoid.
“Are you sure?”
“Yeah, I need to know.”
“The last time I told you, ladybug, you woke in the hospital and became hysterical, the doctors were afraid you’d drift into a catatonic state unable to cope. I lost you for years.”
The pain was evident in his voice and she reached over to clasp his hand. His fingers immediately locked around hers. “I’m not in hospital now. Trust me to handle it. I won’t freak out.” She could fill in the gaps and the real truth between her father’s sneered accusations against Reaper. She just needed to hear it all from the only one who would give her the truth without censor.
