Chapter 38
My eyes were glued to the double doors. Each time they opened, my heart nearly lept out of my throat. Not long ago, Oliver had sauntered back through and pulled Fallon to her feet, and the two went off in search of some food and a newspaper.
They asked if I wanted to join them, but my stomach was flipping too much to even consider food, so I declined.
Checking the time on my phone told me it was nearly one in the morning.
I’d stay here all night if I had to. I couldn’t leave and go home without telling him.
The feeling in my chest, the love, had only got stronger since I’d arrived.
As if my heart was finally beating in a regular rhythm.
The butterflies in my stomach cheering, congratulating me on finally realising what they’d figured out a long time ago.
Picking up George’s habit, my knee danced wildly as I waited.
When I wasn’t sure I could stand to sit in silence a moment longer, the door flew open.
A flannel shirt and faded jeans came into view.
George’s eyes landed on mine and he strode forward.
His face set in hard lines. Before he could get a word out, I shot to my feet and grabbed his hand, tugging him down the hallway.
‘Rosie—’ he started, but I shook my head.
I couldn’t wait. Every second that passed, that this man didn’t know how much I loved him, felt like a crime. But I also saw the nervous energy twitching his fingers, and the flashes of heat darken those sea blue eyes.
‘What are you doing?’ he asked when we passed several doors filled with patients.
Good question.
One that I didn’t have an answer to because, honestly, I was making this up as I went along. We came to a stop at a dead end. George arched his brow as he saw me looking desperately around. My eyes landed on a blue door labeled storage.
‘It’ll do,’ I stated. You literally couldn’t get more cliché. However, I was desperate.
‘Sweetheart, this isn’t Grey’s Anatomy.’ His shoulders shook in a muted laugh as I bustled him into the storage room that smelled strongly of lemon disinfectant.
I flicked on the light, illuminating the shelves ladened with medical supplies. Hopefully, no one would need anything in the next few minutes. The door shut with a soft click behind us. George looked down at me, his gaze holding that same hint of awe as when I first walked into the hospital.
Like he couldn’t believe I’d come.
Seeing his face made my palms sweat. My hand reached out to turn off the light, covering us both in darkness.
‘Uh—’
‘I can’t do this if you’re staring at me,’ I blurted, shaking out the nervous energy in my limbs.
‘Sweetheart.’ His voice was low, laced with sadness.
I wanted to ask him why when his hands darted out, landed on my waist and yanked me towards him.
My body tumbled into his. ‘Don’t do this now.
’ He slanted his lips over mine, stealing what little air I had left in my lungs.
And like it always did when he kissed me, my world slowed to a crawl. My body came alive.
Quickly, our kiss turned frantic. His hands were running up and down my body.
Grip punishing, likely leaving bruises on my pale skin.
Each rough clutch had me arching into his hold.
His tongue tangled with mine, tasting each and every moan he drew from my throat.
Three days. Three fucking days and I was losing my mind with how much I missed him.
Missed the way my body molded perfectly with his, the way he knew exactly where to touch me, to light up that fire in my belly and have me inching towards that elusive edge of pleasure.
His lips trailed down my neck as his hands went to the waistband of my jeans. Slowly, he unzipped them, sliding his fingers down to where I was wet and desperate for him. ‘Yes or no?’ He growled, nipping at my earlobe. Fingers lazily swiping through my slick folds.
What kind of question was that? ‘Yes, yes, every damn time.’
He hesitated, and for a moment I wondered if he wanted to stop.
That thought went out the window when he seemed to get more passionate—if that was even possible—faster than my brain could comprehend.
He was unzipping my jeans and pushing them down my thighs, crouching down to get them off my legs.
My hands flew out to the side, gripping hold of the shelves as he pressed fervent kisses all the way up my thighs.
‘George,’ I tilted my head back, running my fingers through his hair.
‘Say it again,’ he growled against my thigh.
Happy to oblige, I repeated his name in the same breathy tone. This unlocked whatever restraint he’d been keeping on his desire. He shoved my underwear to the side and latched onto my clit, flicking his devilish tongue over the nub, sending sparks of pleasure coursing through me.
My body shook violently.
I could barely keep myself upright, legs turning to jelly as his tongue swiped up and down my centre. When my climax was within reach, glistening on the edge of the horizon, he pulled away and stood up.
Catching my body, that was about to crumble to the floor, he quickly undid his jeans and lifted me into his arms.
‘Why’d you stop?’ The whine in my voice made him smile.
‘When you come, you’re gonna do it on my cock. Squeezing it and milking the cum right out of me.’ He sealed those filthy words with a kiss to my lips. Giving me a taste of myself. That act alone had my pussy quivering in anticipation.
‘Christ. That dirty mouth.’ I smiled and banded my hand around his neck, bringing our lips together.
‘You love it.’
I love you. I wanted to say, but got sidetracked when one of his hands reached between us, pulling his impressive cock out of his underwear and notched it at my entrance.
Peeking through the haze of lust that was about to devour us both whole, my hands flew to his shoulder. ‘Wait.’
He immediately pulled back. Chest rising and falling. In the dark I couldn’t see all of his face, but I knew him well enough to know his brows would be pinched, searching what little of my face he could see to make sure I was okay.
‘Condom,' I panted.
‘Shit.’
‘Would it totally ruin the mood if I told you I carried them in my purse?’ I sank my teeth into my bottom lip.
I should get used to him never reacting the way I expected him to. Laughter was not on the list of reactions I’d bargained on.
‘On the contrary, I commend your preparedness.’ He nipped the end of my nose to emphasize his point.
‘Fuck, you’re hot.’
With strength that made my pussy get wetter, he squatted down and reached out with one hand to pick up my discarded bag. Condom acquired, he slipped it on and his head notched at my entrance. But he still didn’t give me exactly what I wanted.
His hands on my waist squeezed hard.
‘George, please God, don’t tease me, just fuck-ahh’ My words turned into one long moan. He slid his entire length into my pussy in one smooth thrust.
‘Jesus, fuck, sweetheart.’ His head tipped back.
He spun us both around, pressing my back against the wall and pistoning his hips into my body.
Fucking me with wild abandon. There was nothing soft or sweet about the way he brutally thrust inside me.
And yet, I felt the care anyway. He pressed an open-mouthed kiss to my neck, sucking on the skin, leaving his mark.
When his hand dipped low and fondled with my clit, I dove headfirst off that cliff.
‘I’m c-coming.’ I barely got the words out before my entire core clenched.
Pleasure poured out of me in a wave that I could do nothing but hold on tightly and ride.
George grunted low, hips losing all sense of rhythm, coming just as suddenly as I had.
His lips traced soft kisses on my neck. The hands holding my hips loosened.
As quickly as they heated up, clarity came back. My muscles tensed.
This was not how I thought this was going to go. As amazing as this was—and sex with George was turning out to be one of my favourite hobbies—I needed to tell him.
My legs started to go numb from how tightly I was wrapped around his waist. George felt the shift in my body.
He pulled back, that same sad look entered his eyes as he took a moment before pulling out and setting me gently on my feet.
Professing my love whilst half naked wasn’t how I envisioned this going.
However, I never thought that I would ever let myself love someone in the first place.
‘George—’ I started, deciding to blurt it all out in one go. But he held up his hand, stopping me.
‘Don’t.’ The emotion clogging in his throat made me frown.
‘I need to tell you—’
‘I get it. You want this to be done.’ He ran a hand through his hair, agony tearing across his features.
My confusion shifted swiftly to shock. ‘What?’
‘This all got too real for you, and I get it. But fuck, Rosie, I need to say something before you try and end this.’
He thought I was breaking up with him? I couldn’t fault his reasoning. As sad as it made me to think about, I understood why he thought that. It didn’t stop my chest pinching with sorrow.
I shook my head. ‘George, you don’t understand.’
Rising to his full height, he cupped both my cheeks in his palms. ‘Rosie, I need to say this—’
‘I love you,’ I rushed out. The feeling swelling in my chest, solidifying every second since I stepped through the hospital doors. My lips parted as those three words, that I never thought I’d utter to another living soul outside my best friend and mum, landed between us.
George’s body stiffened, the hand cupping my face cinching tighter. ‘What?’
Glistening eyes searched mine with a level of intensity I’d never seen before. I reached up to grip his biceps, needing to feel him; to feel something solid as I tore my bleeding heart from my ribs.
‘I love you,’ I restated. Hoping the more I said it, the less nauseous they would make me feel.
‘And I can’t promise that I’ll be any good at it, actually the only thing I can promise is that I’m gonna fuck this up at some point.
But I love you. And whether you like it or not, I’m going to love you, and why are you looking at me like that? ’
My heart was already thrashing an impossible beat against my chest and it grew more erratic at the gob-smacked expression on his face. As if I’d just played him a Taylor Swift song for the first time.
‘You love me?’ The words were hardly above a whisper.
Tears pooled on my lower lash line. I nodded. ‘Unfortunately. I’m very sorry, but it is what it is.’
‘You’re sorry…’ he repeated my words as if he couldn’t understand.
He blinked several times, trying to keep up.
This was hardly the best time I could have chosen to make this declaration.
In all my romance books, there were grand romantic gestures and sweeping statements of undying love.
We were in a supply closet, half naked. And yet, I couldn’t find it in me to care.
‘I’m sorry because I have absolutely zero plans on letting you go and even though the possibility of this working out and lasting is, well, not great.’
‘Shut the fuck up.’
‘Okay, that’s not the sexiest thing anyone’s ever said to me.’
‘Neither is telling me that we probably won’t work out,’ he pointed out with raised eyebrows, a smile tweaking his lips.
‘Fair point.’ I rolled my eyes. ‘But I’m trying to be realistic—’
My attempt to recover the situation was cut short when he crashed his lips down to mine. I let out a long moan as his tongue swept into my mouth like he wanted to taste those words for himself. He hoisted me back up into his arms. My legs encircled his waist where they belonged.
‘Your reality has the tendency to be fucking depressing, sweetheart,’ he said between kisses.
‘Does this mean you, uh, you know, feel it too?’ God, I felt like a teenage girl, hoping the hot guy liked me back. This felt just as monumental and just as potentially devastating.
‘I’ve loved you from the moment you kicked my arse at pool. And even if you hadn’t told me you loved me back, I’d have loved you forever.’
The tears that had been threatening to fall since we entered his closet spilled down my cheeks. ‘I love you,’ I said resolutely.
George’s shoulders sagged in relief. Lifting a hand to the nape of my neck, he threaded his fingers through the strands of my hair.
Given the fact that we were both still naked from the waist down, I felt his cock start to harden once more.
Sealing our mouths together, he said, ‘Say it again, sweetheart. Tell me you love me whilst I’m inside of you and let me feel that pussy clench around me as you do. ’
His dirty talk was better than all the romance books I’d ever read combined. My core immediately responded to that gruff demand.
We made quick work of the condom—thank God for Prepared Rosie—and he notched his cock at my entrance, holding eye contact as he did so.
The moment he slid into my body, those three words left my lips.
With every thrust and muffled moan, the panic I’d felt over saying it receded.
Leaving behind a warm glow that rushed through my veins.
I loved George Blake. And nothing had ever felt so right.