Nothing But Trouble (Malibu University Series)(85)
Clothes get shed on our way to the bed. My dress, or rather Zoe’s dress, may no longer be wearable with the way Reagan rips it off of me. His shirt suffers a similar demise. “Worst case of blue balls I’ve ever had in my life. I’m warning you now, don’t plan on leaving this bed for days.”
“It’s Zoe’s bed.” I squeak when he nips my ear. “I don’t think you want to get her any more mad at you than she already is.”
“Thanks for the heads-up. I’ll barricade the door,” he says, smiling against the skin of my neck.
We fall onto the bed together. He braces himself before landing on me with his full weight. Then he gets up on an elbow and stares down. “I didn’t, you know. I would never…” His fixed stare won’t let mine go.
“It’s been four months. You didn’t sleep with anyone?”
Now he looks offended, maybe even a little mad. “No. You don’t think I can keep my dick in my pants for a few months?” For a moment I lose him to his thoughts. “Did you?” comes out very carefully.
“What if I said yes? What if I said I didn’t hear a peep out of you and came to the very painful conclusion that I probably never would have? Would it be wrong of me to have seen someone else?”
His body relaxed into mine, his erection pressing between my legs. “No,” he murmurs.
“I didn’t leave you. You left me.”
His mouth lowers, searches the corners of my lips, travels along my jaw. “I know,” he whispers and kisses me there. “Never again. Never, ever again. I’m going to prove it to you.”
After that, he turns his words into action and makes love to me like he never has before, his thrusts slow and deep, drawing out the pleasure until we’re both sweaty and exhausted. I push him onto his back and he lets me. Riding him, I go off like a Fourth of July fireworks extravaganza while Reagan watches me closely.
“I love you,” he says, voice husky, the undeniable evidence of his feelings reflected in his eyes. “I am crazy in love with you.” And then he follows, jacking his hips up, holding on to mine in a painful grip. Together, we tumble headfirst back into it. This thing that exists between us, that won’t let go.
“I wasn’t,” I say to him later, when we’ve both caught our breath and we’re staring at each other, making up for lost time. His head comes up and his expression sparks.
“I wasn’t with anyone else,” I confess. “I love you. I couldn’t be with anyone else.”
He falls onto his back, arms spread wide, and exhales harshly. “Hate to sound like an asshole but is it okay to say I’m relieved?” He chuckles.
Not really when I think about it. I’m definitely relieved that he hasn’t been with anyone else.
I straddle his lap and his hands skate up my thighs. Then he pushes my hair aside, watching me like it’s the first time he’s ever seen me. “Move in with me.”
It takes me a minute to shake off the surprise. “You want us to live together?”
He sits up and hugs me. “I’ll be here another semester, and then there’s medical school.” I’m about to speak when he explains. “Not for surgery, for psychiatry. I want to specialize in addictions.”
The smile is involuntary. I brush my fingers up the side of his arm, remembering every dip and curve. Slide them into his hair. “I think that’s amazing.” Tears of joy sneak down my face.
He wipes them away. “I can’t see anything, feel anything without thinking of you. I love you. I love you beyond reason. I want a lot more––but we have to start somewhere.”
I don’t have to think twice. “Okay.”
“Yeah?” His lips part into a breathtaking grin.
“Yeah.”
Reagan seals it with a kiss. One that speaks of hope, of second chances, and new beginnings. I don’t know what the future holds and neither one of us harbor any illusions that it will be easy. But I know I don’t want to face it without him. Because, although he started as nothing but trouble, he’s become everything and more. And, God, do I want a new beginning with him.
I want it all.
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