Chapter 6 #6
“You are. In so many different ways, it’s almost as if you’d been born to be her exact opposite.
Where you’re calm and don’t shout when you’re angry, she’s loud and screams when things don’t go her way.
If she were laying here where you are, she’d be wanting me to massage her toes or something like that.
I know that if I tried that with you, you’d more than likely hit me in the face with your cast.” She told him that she would, too.
“See? Big differences. And she would want this room filled with tokens of my love for her. Even though I didn’t love her all that much towards the end, she’d still want what other people didn’t have so that she’d feel special.
I doubt very much you’d like cut flowers any more than I do. ”
“They die.” He nodded and smiled at her. “I know I brought her up and spoke to you about her, but I don’t want to talk about your ex-wife again. She’s out of the picture, and I’m not her.”
“No, you’re not.” He leaned back in the chair that he was sitting in, and she wanted to ask him what he was smiling about. “You’re beautiful. Even banged up as badly as you are, you’re the most beautiful creature that I’ve ever seen.”
“Thank you. You’re full of shit, but I thank you.” He threw back his head and laughed. She didn’t know what he’d found so funny, but it made her smile that he was laughing with such abandonment. “You don’t laugh much, do you?”
“Not for a long time, no. Just since you’ve come into my life, have I felt like I can find humor in things again.
I thank you for that.” She told him that she didn’t know what she’d done.
“Just being you. Your honesty and your humor. You might not mean to make me laugh, but you do anyway. It’s a lot of fun for me to find things to laugh at again. ”
“I’m happy for you. But are you saying that you’re laughing at my expense?” He shook his head, his smile sort of lazy, and his eyes half closed. “Right now, you look like you’ve got something on your mind that I’m not going to like. What is it?”
“I’d very much like to kiss you. I’ve thought about it all day and even last night. The thought of tasting your lips makes me hard, too.” She glanced down at his lap and looked away, embarrassed. “I’m sorry if I embarrassed you. But I told you that I wanted you sometime soon.”
“I’m not all that special.” He told her that she was to him. “I don’t understand that. I’m just a plain woman who doesn’t waste any time in fibbing around things so that you don’t get your feelings hurt.” He sat up, and she did as well. “What are you going to do, Bastain?”
She couldn’t believe how husky her voice sounded.
When he moved to stand close to the bed, she felt her nipples tighten and her breath shallow.
As he leaned down to take what he wanted, she held her breath.
She knew that he was going to kiss her, but she didn’t know if that was what she wanted or not.
At first, it was just a brush of his lips over hers.
Then, as he deepened the kiss, she felt his tongue at her entrance.
Opening her mouth just enough for him to gain entrance, she moaned when his tongue curled around hers.
It was as if he was taking her mouth for himself and leaving her behind.
When his hand touched the back of her head, she cried out a little because it was so intimate.
Even as he touched her breast through the gown, Trin put her hand over his and held him there.
It wasn’t until he pulled away completely that she felt bereaved of his warmth.
“Someone is knocking at your door.” She didn’t know what he was saying, so she looked around. “There’s someone wanting into your room. I’m sorry. I heard them.”
“I’m sorry you did as well.” She looked at the door, then at Bastain.
He was sitting down again, but he was adjusting himself.
Once he nodded that he was all right, with burning cheeks, she said for the person on the other end of the door to come in.
She didn’t know who it was, but she was pissed off at them.
How dare they interrupt them? Then she realized what they’d been doing.
What she’d allowed him to do. Looking at the door again, she couldn’t believe it when his mother was there.
And she looked as if she might have known what they’d been up to.
Putting her hand over her mouth, she felt the bruising there.
“I’m sorry.” She told CarolAnn that it was all right. They’d been talking. “Yes, I can see that. I’m sorry, all the same. I just came with Bastain, and I needed a ride home. I’m so sorry.”
“Of course, he can take you home.” She heard the low growl and thought that it was sexy. “He can take you home and go to bed. Alone. He’ll be alone in his bed tonight. Every night. Forgive me. I’m babbling.”
After they left, she felt horrible. Like she’d been a fool in allowing Bastain to kiss her. But it had been more than a kiss, it had been touching too, and she’d liked it. Lying back on her bed, she vowed never to be alone with him again. He was simply too dangerous.
When the door opened again, there he stood.
Before she could say a word to him, he pulled her up from the bed and kissed her.
Kissed her deeply and full of passion. She was laying back in her bed, her covers all askew, and he was gone.
Damn it, man, she was going to kill him the next time she saw him.
And she’d never even got to kiss him back.