Love Me (Trust Series #2) (15 page)

I try to move, and he seizes my hips to hold me completely immobile.

“You are my life.” He slides excruciatingly slow back in.

I close my eyes as I work on keeping the desire at bay.

“Look at me, Alli.”

My eyes snap open to meet his. I love his commanding tone, which has my desire climbing higher and higher.

“We were made for each other. Never doubt that our connection is as deep as they come or that you’re not good enough to be my wife.”

I moan my assent and bite my lip in order to keep from closing my eyes as he moves back into me, hard and slamming home.

“Say it.”

“I’m yours completely, body and soul.”

With that, he picks up the pace, hitting that spot. I’m so close after all the foreplay that I’ve been through. I explode and fly into an intense orgasm that seems to go on for an exquisite amount of time. His lips kiss me to swallow up my moans of ecstasy. Keeping my eyes trained on his causes the orgasm to be more powerful as he climaxes inside me. I instantly feel the warmth spread through me.

So. Worth. The. Wait.

“How was that, baby?”

I smile up at him. “You really do know how to show a girl a good time, you know that?”

He gives me that devilish grin, and I swat him on the chest. He pulls out of me and stands me up gently off the balcony ledge. He readjusts my dress first prior to zipping himself back up.

Giving me a gentle kiss, we head back inside, and I feel so much better as I mold myself to his side. The orgasmic haze has me not caring at all about what’s going on in the ballroom. I don’t know how he knew what I needed tonight and when I needed it, but he did. My sexual frustration kept me off balance just enough to keep me from overreacting to his family and Cassandra and from being debuted as his wife.

I walk back into the banquet hall feeling better, and I’m ready to take on anything that comes my way. Damien looks knowingly down at me and gives me a lopsided grin.

Gah, he knows he was right and is being smug about it.

I cannot help but just give a small giggle as he pulls me closer.

He’s mine, and I am his.

“What were you talking to Ben about on the phone before we came out here?” I ask.

Something tightens in his eyes, but he’s still feeling the aftereffects of his orgasm, too. Being able to have that type of effect on him is a powerful feeling.

“Cassandra was seated next to you at our table. It’s been handled.”

I actually laugh. I don’t know why, but now that I know what’s going on between Ben and Cassandra, I can’t help my reaction. “They’re ridiculous.”

He wraps his arm around me as we make our way toward our table. “Well, it’s been taken care of. Let’s go have a nice dinner, Mrs. Wales.”

“Sounds fantastic, oh husband of mine.”

I wake up to someone kissing me on the forehead, and I whine in protest.
It has to be too early to get up.

Damien gives me another kiss. “Baby, I’ve got to go to a meeting. It’s only five in the morning. Go back to sleep. I’ve left Sam’s room information on the table. It’ll be later this afternoon before I get back. If you need something, just let me know. I’ll be at the convention center across the street.”

Sleepily, I give him a kiss back. “Okay, love you.”

“I love you, too, baby.”

He gives me one more kiss before I drift off again.
If it’s only five in the morning, my poor guy has gotten less than three hours of sleep.
He might have to stop his late-night extracurricular activities with me when he has early morning meetings.

I can’t really think about anything else before sleep claims me.

An insistent beeping on my phone pulls me out of my deep sleep.
Gah, why can’t everyone just let me sleep a little bit?

Damien’s a wild man at night, and I just want some rest. Finally, I grab the phone and try to focus on the screen with my sleep-laden eyes. After squinting a few times, I’m able to read the text.

Sam: Get your ass downstairs. I’m hungry and want to play. Security won’t let me up the stairs. Jeremy and I are about to have a throw down. I’m in fear for his life.

I giggle. She’s sent me twenty-five of the same texts within a two-minute period. I love Jeremy right now because if it wasn’t for him, she would have come in here and jumped on me, singing some song that is just too cheery for this time of day.

I text her back.

Me: I’m on my way. You and Damien need to learn the word SLEEP.

Sam: Get down here, groucho!

Shaking my head at my phone, I put on my yoga pants and T-shirt. The thought of wearing anything at night is absolutely abhorrent to Damien. One of the first nights I spent with him, I put on my pajamas, and I was literally simultaneously stripped from them. From the look on his face, I would have thought I had committed some kind of major crime against humanity. Prior to meeting Damien, I had always worn pajamas at night, and I still do if he’s not in the bed with me, but I do love sleeping next to him with no barriers.

As I walk down the stairs to the first floor of the penthouse, Sam is standing by the window on her phone, and then my phone beeps. I roll my eyes. She’s wearing something similar to me, but with a tad more sass as the word
Juicy
is printed across her butt. She hears me, turns, and bounds over to me before engulfing me in a bear hug. I’m so glad to see her again. It’s almost been a month.

We both start off talking at the same time in a bubbling mess, trying to share all our news, and we end up snickering at our craziness.

I stop myself because I have a feeling what her news is. “Go ahead, Sam. You first.”

She deserves this moment.

She grabs my hands. “I want to know all about your honeymoon, but I have got to share this with you even though I’m sure you already know. Damien offered me a job to be a talent scout. He wants me to spot athletic talent, finalize deals, and re-sign current players. He said you are okay with it. Are you?”

She’s practically jumping, and I feel like a bobblehead as I try to follow her to the elevator.

“Sam, I couldn’t be happier for you. I think you’ve just found your calling. Plus, you know that means we’ll get to travel together a lot.”

She grabs me by the shoulders and starts shaking me with excitement. We are giggling like crazed adolescents. It’s a lot of fun, not acting our age sometimes.

“I take it that you have accepted?” I ask.

“Hell yeah, I accepted. I am so glad you decided to let him put his P in your V. Best. Decision. Ever.”

Where does she come up with this stuff?
I’ll never look at those two letters the same in all my life. They have been forever defiled.

“Me, too. Trust me—me, too.”

His P is definitely my most favorite thing in this world.

Her green eyes are still sparkling. I don’t think I’ve seen her this happy in years. It warms me to no end.

“Let’s go eat. I’m hungry. The hotel staff delivered some food right before you walked down. I’m already on my third cup of coffee. I haven’t been able to sleep at all since Damien offered me the job this morning. Don’t get me wrong, I was pissed to be woken up at four thirty in the morning, but he’s totally forgiven now,” Sam says.

She’s talking so fast that I can barely keep up as she drags me toward the kitchen.

“You guys are nuts. There’s this thing called
sleep
, and you both should try it sometime.”

The breakfast nook has an array of food that could feed an army.
My husband is over the top.

As we fill our plates, I ask, “So, when do you start?”

She takes a huge bite of eggs and starts talking around her food. “He said I can work as my schedule permits while I finish school. That way, I can start grooming for the role. I have a target this weekend. He’s the kicker, and his contract is up after this season. It’s in the bag.” She swallows and gives me a wink. “So, how was the honeymoon?”

Sighing, I start, “Magical. He’s so good to me, Sam.” I’m glowing from the inside out. “I’m anxious to start working again though. Photography gives me a release, if that makes sense. I’m probably going to start taking pictures for the team, which will be good. We’ve just had a lot on our plate.”

She takes a drink of orange juice before responding. “You’ve had a crazy amount on your plate. Being overwhelmed makes sense, sweetie. Just stay true to yourself, and it’ll work out. So, did the psycho in-laws show up?”

Finishing my bite, I roll my eyes. “Yes. Unfortunately, I don’t think we’ll ever be close. They’re still stuck on Cassandra being their daughter-in-law. Cassandra is a crazy-ass bitch.”

“Girl, you need to bitch-slap her and be done with it.” Sam makes a funny slapping motion with noise.

“I wish I could, but it would end up on national news. Then, rumors would circulate about how I abuse Damien. I mean, look at what they’ve done with our quick wedding.”

Stabbing her eggs with a little more force than necessary, Sam mutters. “Vultures.”

Before I have a chance to concur, a security guard comes in and hands me a white linen envelope. I love the memories that are tied to this small gesture. It’s the same type of envelope I received on my wedding day.

After opening it, I read the note.

Man, I just want to swoon.
Even with his compressed work schedule, he never stops thinking about me.

Sam’s reading over my shoulder. “Girl, get your ass in gear. We have a spa day to get to.” She pulls me out of my chair and practically drags me to the elevator.

“Oh my gosh, Sam. Slow down. We’ll get there.”

As she gets us into the elevator, she just laughs this evil little laugh, and I’m forced to join in.

It’s so good to have some girl time even if I have to have security in tow.

Oh, wow. Just wow.

I have been pampered within an inch of my life. My body feels languid as we make our way back up to our room in the early afternoon. Damien will still be gone for a few more hours.

Sam uses her key card in the elevator and punches our two floor numbers. She immediately leans into the wall, limp and says. “That was fantastic. I need a nap.”

“Me, too.” I go to the other side of the elevator and lean against the wall to help me stand upright.
I bet we could both go to sleep in here if given the chance.