Page 64 of Dating the Rebel
“And what do I get if I win?” he asked.
“Whatever you want...”
Grant reached out for the cards, but he never turned them over. He just tossed them aside. “I fold.”
“You don’t want to play?” she asked.
“I didn’t say that,” he said, and he lifted her onto the table. “But I already won.”
“Congratulations on the championship,” she said.
He shook his head. “I’m not talking about that. I won with you coming here, to me. With you trusting me...” Emotion rushed up to choke him, so he cleared his throat before adding, “With you loving me.”
“I do love you,” she said, and her smile widened. “I used to have the biggest crush on you.”
“What? Now who’s not being honest? You couldn’t stand me.”
“True,” she said. “But even when I thought you were a dick, I thought you were super hot.”
“And now?”
“You’re still super hot,” she said as she pulled the rest of the studs free on his shirt and pushed it and the tie from his shoulders. Then she reached for the button on his pants.
But he caught her hands in his and held them. “Do you still think I’m a dick?”
“You have your moments,” she said.
And he laughed. She was always honest with him. He wanted to be the same with her. “I do,” he agreed. “I also have some secrets I want to share with you, about something I still do occasionally for the government.” He had a feeling he wouldn’t be accepting as many of those missions, though. But he wanted her to know everything about him. So he told her what he wasn’t supposed to tell anyone.
And when he finished, she was crying again.
“Damn it!” he said, as he pulled her against his chest. “I hate it when you cry.”
She pushed her hands against his bare chest and turned her face up to his. “These are happy tears. You weren’t supposed to tell me that, were you?”
“I’m not supposed to tell anyone,” he admitted.
“But you shared with me,” she said. “And you didn’t need to... I am going to trust you.”
“I want to make sure that I never give you any reason to doubt me,” he said. “Or my feelings for you...”
She leaned forward and brushed her mouth across his. Then she lowered her head and brushed her lips across his chest, over his heart. “I don’t.”
His skin tingled from her touch, and passion surged through him. He reached for the zipper on her vest and tugged it down to free her beautiful breasts. Then he ran his mouth over them, and his tongue over her nipples. And then lower...
Her pants came off more easily this time. And she kicked them to the floor.
He pushed her back onto the table as he moved his mouth lower on her beautiful body. And he tasted her passion for him. She was so sweet, so wet...
She writhed before her body shuddered and she screamed his name. Then she reached for his pants again. But he stepped back. He wanted her too badly for her to play with him. So he shucked off his pants and rolled on a condom himself. Then he slid deep inside her hot body and groaned.
“It’s like coming home,” he murmured. That was the feeling he’d had and hadn’t recognized—because his home growing up had been too filled with tension and unhappiness to feel like a home. She did, though.
She smiled. “That’s it,” she said, and those tears glistened in her eyes again. “I didn’t know...”
Because she hadn’t had a happy home, either.
But now they had each other.
