“I guess it’s a good thing I’m not tired.” She smiles, and then I kiss her once more.
Thirteen
DEMI
The way Curt stares at me across the dining room table has me blushing. I didn’t know someone could actually look at you with hunger in their eyes, but he does. I’ve never felt so wanted in my whole life, and it’s not only been about the sex. He held me close to him through the night and kept saying the sweetest things to me. No one has ever treated me the way Curt has.
I’m sure both Boone and Phoebe know what happened last night. The only reason we’d actually left the room this morning is because Curt insisted on feeding me. I would have been happy to lie in bed with him all day.
His hands hadn't left me until we came to the table for breakfast. I think he sat across the table from me so he could better control himself. Even now I can still feel him between my thighs. It’s not only the ache from him taking my virginity but from my thighs having been open for so long. There are tender muscles I didn’t know I had before this morning, and I also had no idea that an ache could be so sweet.
“So, any big plans for your birthday today?” Phoebe asks.
Her eyes bounce between Curt and me with a knowing smirk. I’m not sure why I’m blushing. Boone has Phoebe in his lap as she eats her breakfast. Every now and then he feeds her a bite himself, and she does the same to him. They are both so adorable together, and I never would have thought Boone would be this type of husband when I first met him. It goes to show you appearances mean nothing.
“I’m going to be taking Demi back home with me today. I have a few things planned.” He winks at me.
“Really? You don’t have to do anything, it’s so last minute.” He’s already done so much, but he never seems to stop.
“Of course I do. You’re my girl, and it’s your birthday, angel.” I think this might be the first birthday in a very long time that’s actually been celebrated. The last one I can recall is with my grandma before she passed. I was so little at the time that the memories are a bit fuzzy.
“Maybe we could go buy her a pretty dress for the occasion. I know a cute dress shop that’s not far from here.”
“I’m not so sure about that.” Boone wraps his arm around his wife and shoots Curt a glance. I’ve noticed the two of them can speak without words.
“Do you want to get a dress?” Curt asks.
“We can make a day of it. A dress and maybe get our nails done,” Phoebe pushes for more.
While all of this does sound wonderful, I’d be happy spending my day with Curt. I don’t need all that.
“The security guards are arriving in an hour.” Boone glances at his watch.
“Guards?” I whisper, suddenly remembering the mess I’m in. How could I forget? I’d gotten lost in my own little world with Curt there for a moment. “I don’t want to put anyone in danger.” Phoebe has already been through so much. She doesn’t need any more trouble.
“Honestly I don’t think anyone would try and find her in Hollow Oak,” Curt finally says after a long pause. I can tell he’s having an inner battle with himself. He is always trying to do what he thinks is the right thing as opposed to what he greedily wants. I enjoy his greediness over me, so I don’t mind one bit.
“I suppose you’re right. It’s been quiet,” Boone responds, giving Curt another look.
“So we can go?” Phoebe perks up.
“Do you want to go, angel?”
“I don’t want to cause any problems.” Part of me wants to, but another part doesn’t. I’m truly on the fence. It would be nice to get dolled up for Curt and get to know Phoebe more. If things go as Curt says, we’re going to be in each other's lives. Curt and Boone are clearly close.
“That’s not what I asked.” He stands up and comes around the table to me. “Come with me.” He offers me his hand, and I take it. He leads me back toward the bedroom we’ve been staying in and once inside, he locks the door behind us.
Before I can say anything, his mouth is on mine. My feet leave the floor as he pins me to the door, and I wrap my legs around him while I kiss him back. He kisses me like he hasn't seen me in months. When he told me that he’d never get enough of me, I thought it was only sweet words lovers say to each other in bed. I’m starting to believe them. Curt wasn’t lying when he said he would prove things to me. That I’d see he meant every word he’s given me.