Page 66 of No Fear
“There’s something I want to tell you, something I’ve wanted to tell you for… well, for a long time.” She pushed forward when she saw his Adam’s apple bob as he swallowed hard, “I’m not saying it because you said it. I’m not saying it because I feel like I owe you for all that you’ve done for me. I’m saying it because it’s true and because I don’t want to go another day or even another hour without you knowing that everything you feel is what I feel and everything you want is what I want.”
Remy’s grip on her tightened momentarily, as if he wanted to hold onto her, “What are you saying, Rachel?”
“I-I-I’m saying…” She took a deep breath, let it out and tried to calm her racing heart because she didn’t want to stutter when she said this, not this, “I love you, Remy Bomar.”
He sucked in a sharp breath and one of his hands moved to her face, cupping her cheek and tilting her head back so she had to look him in the eye, “Say it again. Look me in the eyes and say it again.”
She realized then that she’d been talking to his chest. Because she was shorter than him, sure, but also because it was easier to get it out if she didn’t have to look into those intense blue eyes of his. She met them now and felt herself falling into him all over again but since she’d always trusted him to catch her, she didn’t hesitate to keep right on falling.
“I love you. It scared me at first just how much I wanted you, how I could want you at all after everything… I-I don’t want to be scared anymore. I’m not scared anymore, not so long as I have you. I love you.”
Remy sealed his lips to hers and she kissed him back with all of the love that swelled in her heart. She loved him. He loved her. They were going to be okay. So long as they were together they were going to be okay. She expected him to deepen the kiss so when he kept it sweet and simple and then pulled back to stare down at her she whimpered.
“I love you too, Rach. God, I love you. Say it again.”
“I love you, Remy.” She smiled softly when he closed his eyes, as if he was soaking in the words, “I love you. Take me home. Take me home and make love to me.”
His eyes flipped open and then narrowed on her, “Rachel…”
“Take me home, Remy. I want to go home, to our home, to our bed, with you. I want you to make me yours.”
Those dark eyes searched her face, “You already are.”
“Make love to me.”
“Are you sure?” He cupped her face again, “Be sure, Rachel, because there’s no going back. Once I take you to bed, you’re never leaving it. No matter what else happens, I’m never letting you go.”
She smiled at that because it was those words she hadn’t known she even needed. He wasn’t letting her go. No matter what happened. Did he know how much she needed to hear that? To know that no matter what she told him, what he found out, that when she gave him the secret that would most likely end her brother’s life and mean she had nowhere else to go, that she wouldn’t be alone. She would still be his. They would still be together. Because he loved her and she loved him.
“Never?”
“Never.” He confirmed.
“Take me home, Remy.”
A small smile flickered over his lips, “I thought you’d never ask.”
Rachel giggled slightly as he used her earlier words but the sound faded as he grabbed her hand and all but dragged her off the dance floor. They went past Colt and Skylar who were wrapped around each other, all but making out as their bodies slid against one another in an intimate dance. They went past Cash and Jemma too, the newlyweds dancing slowly, their arms wrapped around each other but with joined hands on the swell of Jemma’s pregnant belly. The happy couples were so deeply lost in each other that they didn’t even notice Remy and Rachel leaving the reception early and neither did anyone else.
Once they were outside, Remy paused and looked around. She didn’t know what he was looking for, or who, but he continued on a moment later without a word. She’d thought maybe he was trying to remember where they’d parked but he headed straight for the car and when they go to it, he pushed her against the door.
His mouth captured hers again and she moaned when his tongue lapped at her and then pushed inside to tease her. It was a little rough and a little desperate and she loved it. This was the kiss she’d been certain she would get inside but he’d saved it for when it was just them. Because he was still protecting her, always protecting her, even when she didn’t realize it.
Remy kissed her long and deep. He kissed her until she was writhing against him, pushing her hips against his to feel his hardness. She needed more and now she knew what that more was. She knew that this man was the only one that could give it to her.
“Please…” She begged when he dragged his lips from hers.
“God you’re so sweet. I can’t get enough of you. I’ll never get enough of you.” Remy was panting, out of breath, but he pulled back from her, “Let’s go home, baby.”
“Home.”
There was that word again. What he’d given her. What he’d become for her. Home.
It didn’t take Remy long to get them home. The man had been raised to be a getaway driver after all and he controlled the Challenger like a professional. Through all of the winding turns and gravel-sliding hills, he never stopped touching her. He kept her fingers intertwined with his on the gearshift and she knew that if this muscle car had been an automatic his hand would have been doing a lot more than just holding hers.
When he parked the car, he took a deep breath then blew it out and stared at her, “If you’re having second thoughts, I need to know now, Rach. Once we get inside, once I take you to bed… I don’t know that I’ll be able to stop myself anymore.”
She smiled in the dim light and then leaned over the console to kiss him. His words were intimidating, or they should have been, but she didn’t believe them for a second. He would stop. If she asked him to, he would. She’d never doubted him and she wouldn’t lose her faith in him now.
