Love Me (Trust Series #2) (9 page)

“Thank you for making me yours,” I say.

The connection of our gaze causes the energy to charge between us.

Rising up on my knees, I move to the side of the bed. I need a release. “You did say thirty minutes, right?”

He nods, and I pull my shirt over my head. Next, I unsnap my bra from the front and let it drop off my arms. His eyes immediately move down to my bare breasts. My nipples stand erect as his eyes continue to ravage me.

“Oh, Alli, you are beautiful.”

I reach up and start to caress my breasts in a slow, sensual way. I hear his quick intake of breath. I’ve noticed that Damien loves it when I touch myself. It always ratchets up his desire just a little more.

I moan as I say, “I need my husband.”

“All you have to do is ask, baby.”

We both strip simultaneously, and in two seconds flat, the rest of our clothes are on the floor. We pause and take in each other. His beautifully sculpted muscles are every girl’s dream.

Damien strokes his length a couple of times as I continue the assault on my nipples. It’s me who gives in first. I can’t stand it any longer. I need him inside me, like yesterday. Standing and moving into his arms, I wrap my legs around his waist.

Immediately, he pushes me against the wall and positions his erection at my entrance. “Baby, I want you so fucking bad.”

“Please don’t hold back.”

With that, he’s inside me, all the way. I moan as he relentlessly hammers into me.

“Damien, please, harder.”

He complies.

“Yes, yes, yes!” I scream.

At some point, he had the bedroom on this plane soundproofed. Knowing someone is just outside the door but can’t hear or see anything is erotic.

With the ferocity in which he is pounding into me, we both find our release in no time at all. My body is languid, and Damien totally supports all my weight as my head drops to his shoulder. We both let out breaths of contentment. He always knows exactly what I need.

“Absolutely perfect, Alli, each and every time.”

I giggle as he lets me down. When I turn to find my clothes, he swats my ass, and I let out a little yelp.

As I pull on my T-shirt, I ask, “Were you and Bane arguing about something when I woke up?”

After removing his green polo shirt, he looks over at me. “I was going to tell you, but it seems like you needed my dick inside you instead. A husband aims to please his wife.”

I grab my yoga pants off the floor, and then I give him a playful slap on the chest.

He smirks at me.
I know he’s trying to keep the situation as light as possible.

“Bane wants me to let him respond to the emails, acting as you, to see if we can flush this asshole out.”

His serious tone freezes me in place. My hand falters as I reach for my tennis shoes. My heart feels like it skipped about ten beats.

I close my eyes for a moment as I gather my thoughts. “What did you decide?”

I know Damien would never put me in harm’s way. I trust his decision even though I’m terrified on so many levels.

I open my eyes to see he’s staring back at me, and his blue eyes are on fire.

“I didn’t. I wanted to talk it over with you first. Like I said before, we are in this together.”

We are truly a united front.

“What do you think we should do?” I ask.

“I’m still thinking about it. Let’s just get home, and then we can decide what to do.” He moves closer to me and grabs the sides of my face. “You aren’t going to be alone for a second. If I’m not with you, someone will be there—no exceptions. Okay?”

“Okay.”

I finish gathering my things. After being gone all this time, I’m anxious to get home and get my bearings.

We pull up into our driveway. It feels good to be back even though our honeymoon was a thing dreams are made of. Getting out of the vehicle, I stand and look at our home.

It’s
ours
now, a place we’ll share together. It’s weird saying the word
our
all the time now. For the last few months, I tried not to blur the lines, and I made sure to say
his
all the time. At the beginning of the honeymoon, he constantly had to keep correcting me. It was funny how something so small like that could irritate him.

Damien comes up behind me and wraps his arms around me. “Welcome home, baby.”

“It’s good to be home.”

He nuzzles my neck. “If there are any changes you want to make to our place, you can.”

The thought of making a lot of changes at this point is a little overwhelming. For now, I just want to enjoy life with Damien.

“Okay, I’ll let you know.”

As we start approaching the front steps of the house, Damien lifts me up, and I squeal while he spins me around.

“How very proper of you, Mr. Wales.”

He gives me a quick kiss. “I want to carry you in my arms as we enter into
our
home for the first time as husband and wife. After that, what I have planned for
us
is anything but proper.”

I smile and giggle in anticipation.
Maybe we don’t have to leave our bubble quite yet after all.

After making love upon arriving into
our
home, we ended up taking a small nap. When we awake, it’s midafternoon. With the time change, my body still feels completely out of whack.

Coming out of the bathroom fresh from our shower, I ask, “So, since you’re not going to let me nap, what would you like to do with the rest of the day?”

He combs his fingers through his short black hair a few times, and when he turns his gaze on me, I give him my best pouty face. When he looks at me like that, I always wish we were naked and under our sheets.

“You’ll never adjust back to our time zone if we nap any longer.” He strolls up to me and puts his hands on my hips. “What would you say to going to your old place and picking out everything you want to have moved here? I could have movers there as early as tomorrow.”

I can tell he’s warring internally over something. His features are trying to be relaxed, but his jaw is taut.

Is he serious about doing that today?

The way he keeps a level face tells me he’s absolutely serious.

“You know I live here now even though I still have stuff at my old place? That happened the moment I said,
I do
.”

His features are unwavering as he presses on, “I understand that, but I’d like it to be completely official.”

I push my lips together and try to suppress my laughter. “If it means that much to you, then sure.”

He responds, “It does, Alli. I want you here completely.”

His humorless tone surprises me.

Rising up on my tiptoes, I give him a gentle kiss on the lips. “Then, let’s go. I want to be here completely, too.”

The look of relief passing over his features is immeasurable.

“Thank you. Let’s take the truck in case there’s anything you don’t want the movers to move.” He puts his hand on the small of my back and guides me toward the garage.

A security car follows us, allowing us more alone time together in the truck. Remembering my first trip in this truck, I blush slightly. We were on our way back from the Hitchin’ Post Bar. That was the first night Damien made love to me.

“What are you thinking about, baby?” he asks.

Running my hand along the console, I respond, “Just my first experience in here when you gave me my second orgasm.”

The first one happened in my hotel room in Miami where we’d met. That was the beginning journey of my happily ever after.

He looks over at me and gives me a smirk. “Now, that is a good memory. I’ll never be able to get rid of this truck for that reason.”

“It’s one of many good memories we have.” Images inside this truck of him pulling down my dress, me ripping open his shirt, and his hands moving up my thighs penetrate my thoughts from that night.

Needing a subject change since security is following us, I ask, “Are we still going to North Carolina at the end of the week?”

I wish we never had to leave this little bubble we’ve created over these past few weeks. The reality of life will be beckoning us tomorrow. One of the many gifts Damien gave me during our honeymoon was his undivided attention. At times, I found him awake and working at the wee hours of the morning. I continually told him he could work during the day, but spending uninterrupted time together was something he insisted on. So, I took his gift and cherished it.

He checks his phone. “Yes, we need to attend the team function. Why don’t you invite Sam to go with us this weekend? That way, you can try out your newfound sports lingo.” He’s smiling that devilish grin.

“You just want to be declared the winner of the bet, but I’ll check with her. It’ll be nice to see her in person and tell her all about the honeymoon.”

It will be nice to have some girl time.

Damien types out a message on his phone as he speaks to me. “Of course. She thinks she’s already beat me, which makes the victory that much sweeter.”

I find the triumph in his voice funny.
Sam is going to be pissed.

When my phone chimes, I reach for my new brown leather purse, and I think back to when I got it on our honeymoon.
I love this purse.
We bought it from this nice man named Luigi in a small leather shop in Italy. Even Damien took a liking to Luigi with his funny stories. He definitely gets an award for best salesman.

With my phone in hand, I see a text from Sam.

Sam: Hey, girl. Are you back?

Me: Yes, I was just about to text you. Do you want to go to North Carolina with us this weekend?

Sam: Um, you have to ask? YES!

Me: Good. I can’t wait to see you! Damien’s already taking me to my place to pack.

Sam: Me either. Damn, he’s an anxious man. Tell him hi from his favorite sis.

Me: Tell me about it. Will do. I’ll call you tomorrow with the plans. Miss you! xoxo

Sam: Sounds good and miss you. xoxo

As we pull up in front of my old place, I finish my texting banter with Sam and put my phone away. His hand reaches across the console and grabs mine. I know he’s anxious to have me completely moved out.

“What did Sam say?”

“She says she’s in, so prepare to declare your victory this weekend.”

I roll my eyes as he chuckles.

He rubs his chin, “Oh, I will.”

As we stare at each other, the atmosphere in the car charges, crackling between us.

Hmm, I think it’s about time to play with him a little.

I move my body and prop myself over the console. I smell his cool mint breath as I beckon him a little closer with my finger, and he complies.

Seductively, I say, “One day, I hope you take me on the hood of your truck.”

At that, I turn and get out of the vehicle. Damien swears under his breath. I love that book Sam gave me. It has great tips on how to drive a guy crazy. As I look back to him with a saucy grin, I practically run Bane over. For an instance, his hands go out to steady me.

Damn it, I keep forgetting about security, each and every time. Someone is always around.

Damien is by my side with his arm around my waist. It doesn’t matter who it is. If another man is near me, he cannot help but be possessive. Standing beside Bane is another security guard, Jeremy, who Bane apparently brought on during our honeymoon to be in charge of watching our home.