Rock Chick (Rock Chick #1)(106)

After a couple of beats, I realized I wasn’t breathing so I made a conscious effort to start again.

Lee was watching me.“Do you have anything you want to say?”

I had a lot of things I wanted to say, none of them I was ready to say.

I asked, “When did you know you loved me?”

He sighed and slid off me onto his side. He brought me with him so we were face-to-face.

“I knew that last time you tried to seduce me before you started avoiding me. When I was home on leave and you tackled me in your Dad’s living room and I told you that I thought of you like a sister.”

My heart lurched at the thought. That had been the most hated, humiliating, horrifying memory of my life.

“I didn’t tackle you,” I said.

“It was close to a tackle.”

Jeez.

Moving on.

“Why then?” I asked.

“Because what I wanted to do was get in your pants. It almost hurt physically to set you away from me. It did hurt when you got that look on your face after I told you that you were like a sister. It hurt to hurt you, that’s when I knew.”

“That was a long time ago,” I said to him.

His hand was resting at my waist but it moved around my back and pulled me to him.

“Yeah, we’ve wasted a lot of time. We’ve got a lot to make up for.”

He was nuzzling my neck but I wasn’t quite finished talking.

“You want to marry me?” I asked.

“No. I’m gonna marry you.” He lifted his head from my neck. “You’re movin’ in this weekend. We’ll get settled, get used to each other, spend some time up in the cabin, maybe go away somewhere with a beach. In a few months I’ll get you a ring then we’ll get married.”

I didn’t believe what I was hearing.

“You have it all planned out,” I said.

“Well… yeah.”

“That’s it?” I asked.

“That’s it. Isn’t that how it normally happens?”

I guessed it was but still.

I felt his body move against mine and knew he was laughing.

“Fucking hell, India Savage wants hearts and flowers.”

I went up on my forearm. Hearts and flowers! As if! I was a Rock Chick!

“I do not!” I snapped.

He was grinning at me. “Yes you do.”

“No I do not,” I retorted.

He rolled me on my back and onto me again. His hands went into the hair at either side of my face and he looked me in the eyes.

“I don’t do hearts and flowers but I promise you won’t be disappointed.”

“You are so cocky.”

“Honey, I don’t give a f**k if you don’t believe it’s gonna be good between us. I know we’ll both enjoy me proving it to you.”

Wow.

My breath escaped me and I stared.

He ignored my stare, rolled off me again, twisted me around and fit my back to his front and held me tight against him.

I expected my mind to whirl, instead, I gave into my exhaustion, his warmth and the sweet feeling in the pit of my belly that I was exactly where I was supposed to be.

* * * * *

I woke up, my body snuggled against Lee’s back, my cheek pressed against his shoulder blade.

I peered beyond him to the clock, it was five after six.

Unfortunately, as warm and comfy as I was, I was awake and when I was awake, I needed to get up.

Since Lee was still sleeping, I carefully pulled away and started to roll to the other side of the bed.

He turned, snagged me by the waist and tucked me into him.

I waited for something to happen and then realized he was still asleep.

“Lee.”

“Mm?” he mumbled, all sexy-sleepy.

“Honey, I need to go to the bathroom.”

His arm loosened and I slid away.

I picked up the red lace underwear, which Lee didn’t rip off me (though it was close). I put it on and slipped on Lee’s shirt, buttoning it up the front.

I went to the bathroom, brushed, flossed and washed my face. I grabbed an elastic hair band and tied my hair in a messy knot on top of my head and dug through the cabinets until I found my new toothbrush stash. I had three, not because I needed them for overnight guests, but because I was freakish about dental hygiene. I set one on the counter by the sink with the toothpaste in case Lee got up.

I walked downstairs, started the coffee going and let Chowleena out. I opened the gate between mine and Tod and Stevie’s backyard so Chowleena had plenty of room to move.

I was on my second cup of coffee, sifting through mail, sitting at my dining room table with both of my heels on the seat in front of me and my knees to my chest when Lee rounded the bottom of the stairs.

His hair was sexy messy and he had a day’s worth of stubble. He’d put on his jeans but had only buttoned enough buttons to keep them on his h*ps while he moved. His eyes were still slightly sleepy as if he’d just that instant woken up and they were on me as he stalked toward me.

“Hey,” I said.

He arrived at my side, wrapped his fist in my hair, tugged my head back and kissed me, hard and deep with lots of tongue.

When he lifted his head he said, “I don’t like wakin’ up and you’re not beside me.”