Page 17 of Love Unforgettable
Remi: Whatevs.
Me: None of that makes you stupid, Rem.
Remi: Thanks, Lex.
Me: Okay, back to me. I just need to stand strong.
Kat: Sing it, sister!
Kat: But, while you are standing strong, feel free to get a little sumpin’ sumpin’ if you know what I mean. It’s been a LONG time for you.
Remi: Oh, it has been, Lex. Wasn’t he the last one anyway a few months ago? Girl, if you can keep your heart out of it, go get it.
Me: Ha. When have I ever kept my heart out of anything?
Kat: Good point.
Me: Gotta go, I hear someone. I think he’s coming back.
Remi: Stand strong!
Me: Love you guys.
I put my phone back in my purse as the door opens and Trevor steps in. I look up at him. He meets my eyes and I feel his gaze warm me down to my toes and back up again. Heat fills my face.
“It’s not good, Lexie,” he says. “But it’s not bad either. She’s got a mild concussion, a small tear in her meniscus, same leg as the cranial cruciate injury in the past, and one of her ribs is cracked. The crack is near the end though, so there isn’t any possibility of damage to the lungs.”
“That’s at least good, right?”
“It is, but we need to keep her as immobile as possible for her rib to heal.”
“Well, usually she’s my little apathetic couch potato, nothing interests her, especially not other animals. I don’t know what got into her today.”
“I’ll prescribe some tranquilizers to keep her immobile, we’ll fit her for a knee brace for the few times she’ll have to go outside to relieve herself. Past that, it’s just going to be a waiting game. I want to keep her here over-night, so we can make sure that’s all it is, but there weren’t any obvious signs of additional injuries or internal bleeding. We have twenty-four hour techs who will watch over her.”
I let out a sigh of relief, not even aware I’d been holding my breath. “Thank you so much, Trevor. I don’t know what we would have done if you weren’t here.” I feel my eyes fill with tears, not realizing how worried I’d been about Sasha until it turned out that she was okay.
“I would do anything for you, Lexie. You must know that.” His gaze is almost hypnotic. I take a step toward him. And then another. Until I’m in his arms. I let the tears flow, my head against his chest. He strokes my hair with one hand, the other holds me tightly at the waist.
Fucking tears!
He whispers softly in my ear, “I am so sorry, Lexie. I’ll make it okay. I am so sorry. I’ve got you. It’s going to be okay.”
I’m not sure what he plans to make okay. Sasha? That he hurt me so badly? That he’s back and I can’t trust him not to leave again? Regardless, I relax into him and for just a moment choose to believe his words. It’s a perfect moment. I’m in Trevor’s arms, he is holding me tight, he is taking care of me, and I have nothing to worry about.
I start to feel the warmth pool between my legs. It figures that I would get turned on standing here with Trevor. Remi was right, it’s been months since I’ve been with a man. The last one, of course, being Trevor himself.
I turn slightly pushing myself more firmly against him, making my body flush with his. I can feel him growing hard against my stomach. I remember the feel of his cock inside me as I would ride him. The way he pounded into me from behind. How he could fill me so completely that I knew I would never feel empty again. I want that.
Just once more.
And not just that. There is so much more that I want: to feel better, forget that Sasha is hurt, forget that Kat’s cancer is back, forget Remi was just held hostage and that Chance is in the hospital, and most of all forget that the man I love is back and wreaking havoc with my heart.
I reach my arms up and put them on his shoulders, the move placing me even more flush with his body, core to core. I hear Trevor moan slightly in my ear. I tilt my head up to meet his gaze; steely eyes bore into mine. His hair is slightly disheveled and the five o’clock shadow along his chin makes him look rakish and sexy. I can’t help myself. I stretch up and touch my lips to his ever so slightly. My heart races, feeling like it’s going to beat right out of my chest. I move a hand to his chest and place my palm over his heart to feel his racing just as fast.
“I’ve missed you so fucking much,” he groans, right before he plunges his tongue into my mouth. Claiming me, possessing me. His kiss leaving no doubt in my mind that I’m his and he’s mine. I weave my arms around his neck and kiss him back with everything that I’ve got. He reaches his hands down to grab my ass, pulling me tight up against his hard length, I wrap my legs around his waist and press against him. He feels so good. His scent envelops me, the smell familiar and different at the same time.
Between his scrubs and my yoga pants there is nothing between us to hide our arousal, to keep his length from my core. I continue to shamelessly rub myself against him, craving that friction that will cure my itch, that will take away my sorrows and make me feel whole again. I know that we shouldn’t be doing this, but I don’t care. I need him back. I want him back.
