Tank (Moonshine Task Force Book 2)(26)
His finger slides under my chin, tilting it so that I’m looking into his blue eyes, clear as the water bordering the Bahamas. “I’ve never lied to you before, why would I lie to you now?” He reaches in, kissing me softly but powerfully. As he pulls away, he licks his lips before breathing out a harsh breath. “And I’m one of the only people in the world who knows what you have hiding under that dress covering you completely up. Do you know how hot that is? You know what a lucky bastard I am?”
“About as lucky as I am,” I go in for the kill, curling my arms around his midsection, pulling him close. “You look good enough to eat in this tux.”
He leans in, his breath hot on my ear, his voice deep and sexy when he speaks. “If you’re hungry later, then please, let me be your main course.”
God, I love this man. He matches me in everything I do, and I never shock him. In fact, sometimes he shocks me. I’ve never in that kind of relationship before and now I’m letting him meet my parents.
“Why’d you get so quiet?” he questions, his eyes searching mine.
“Are you ready to meet the parents? Like truly, are we at this point in our relationship?”
Trevor pulls me so our bodies touch, his palms cupping my ass. “We’re whatever you need me to be. You’ve done everything you can to help me over these past few weeks, you’ve stuck by me when other people would have run. If you’re ready for me to meet your parents, then I’m proud to stand by your side and be the man you need me to be.”
Unexpected tears clog my throat and pool behind my fake eyelashes. Trevor’s a sweet guy, but he’s also sweet in his gestures. He’s not always the most talkative, so for him to say these words to me and mean them – it makes me love him even more. My parents have scared away more than one of my boyfriends. Knowing that he’ll be with me no matter what is one of the most freeing feelings I’ve ever had.
“You ready?” he asks, checking the chunky, black watch he wears on his wrist.
I know from experience the watch is what he likes to wear because it’s practical, but it’s also the sexiest watch I’ve ever seen in my life. Hell, maybe it’s everything Trevor is and does that’s sexy. If anyone asked me, I probably wouldn’t be able to explain it.
“I am,” I answer, leaning up to kiss him on the cheek.
“Your lipstick doesn’t smear when you kiss me,” he comments, running the pad of his thumb along my lower lip.
“Nope, it’s a stain. It’ll stay for a few hours at least,” I playfully nip at his thump, sucking the nail up to the knuckle and running my tongue around the tip. “See, didn’t smudge at all.”
A flame lights in his eyes and I can almost guess what he’s thinking. “Interesting,” he lets me go. “Is my hair okay? Did you want me to wear it down?”
It’s up in its normal man bun, and surprisingly he looks well-kept with it up like it is. “No, keep it, I like it.”
“I trimmed the beard up for you,” he runs a hand along the tamed hairs on his chin.
“Thank you, but you know more than anyone, I love you just the way you are.”
He pulls on my hand. “If you had to button up and look presentable, the least I can do is the same.”
“You look way more than presentable, Mr. Trumbolt. You look edible.”
He groans deep in his throat as I turn, swaying my hips as I walk out of the bedroom. I can feel his eyes on me, so I make an even bigger curve with my hips, swiveling them as I turn around to face him.
“So do you, Ms. Coleman. I’ll have a lot of fun eating you later on tonight.”
I can feel my face blush and I’m positive it’s crimson in color. “You be good,” I warn him.
The smartass grin he gives me tells me he’s not going to be good. It tells me we’re going to tempt fate, and we’re going to do things in my parents’ home that my dad’s only done with his mistresses. “I always give it to you good, baby. This time won’t be any different.”
I close my eyes, sighing deeply. Let the man off his crutches, put him in a boot, and he’s already making promises about his sexual prowess. Only thing is, I know better than anyone, Trevor’s not making promises he can’t fulfill.
He’ll make good on every single one.
CHAPTER FIFTEEN
Trevor
I’ve never ridden in the back of a limo before. Not even for my high school prom like so many have done. Blaze told me we would have a ride. Silly me, I figured it would be a friend or a family member picking us up. I never expected to see a stretch limo pull into my drive.
“When you said we’d have a ride, this wasn’t exactly what I imagined,” I take a drink of the beer I got out of the fully stocked bar.
She takes a drink of her wine. “Yeah, well my family spares no expense – ever. Especially when they like to show me what I’m missing.”
The way she says the words makes me wonder if she does miss it. There’s a catch in my gut. “Do you miss it? They can give you a lot of luxuries I’ll never be able to give you.”
She’s quiet for a heartbeat, and mine almost stops. “No, none of those things have ever been important to me. You know I don’t touch the money in my trust unless there’s something I really want. I’ve never missed this stuffy-as-fuck life. I mean look at me tonight.” She waves her hand around her face and down her body, as she wrinkles her nose.