She shifted over to him, and then he had his arm around her, pulling her flush with his hard, sweaty body. “I love you, too.” She rested her head on his chest, closed her eyes, and felt herself smile. She was happy, so damn happy.
“Do you regret doing this?” he asked.
She lifted her head and looked at him, her smile fading. “No, do you?”
His gaze was penetrating, but after a second he slowly nodded his head.
“No. I’m so fucking in love with you, and I’ve wanted you for so damn long.” He tightened his arm around her. “No one compares to you.”
She sighed in contentment.
There were no words for what they’d done, at least none that could really say how she felt at that moment. What she felt for Rebel was real, tangible, and hearing him say he loved her, too, made this feel so good and right.
But what happened now?
“Rebel?” she said his name softly, not sure if she should even say anything, but wanting to know what the next step was.
“Mmm?” He sounded sleepy, and looking up at him showed he had his eyes closed.
“What happens now?”
A moment of silence passed before he opened his eyes and responded.
“It means you’re mine, Rosie girl. I’ve always thought of you as mine, but this cements things.”
God, that felt good to hear.
He looked at her, this seriousness on his face. Was it the same expression she wore? “Is that what you want, too?”
She nodded, feeling how big her smile was. “It’s what I’ve wanted since I knew what it meant.”
“I love you, Rosie, and I always will.” He cupped her cheek. “This wasn’t just me fucking you. It means you’ll always be mine.”
Leaning up, she kissed him. “I love you, too.” That was what she wanted it to mean, as well.
She wanted it to mean they were together, that nothing else mattered, and it seemed all her fear over tonight had been for nothing.
Chapter Eight
Rosie stared at Rebel across the breakfast table. Her whole body felt hot, and she felt like she was on edge, but in a good way.
“You want second helpings?” her mother asked, but Rosie just shook her head. Rebel smiled, and Rosie couldn’t help but do the same. All she could think about was what they’d done just a couple of days ago, and how she was still sore between her legs.
A shiver worked its way through her body, and she felt chills race along her spine. Even though it sounded cheesy, she felt so damn happy. Just a few days ago she’d been with Rebel in every possible sense.
“Aidan, do you want seconds?”
“Annabel, I go by Rebel,” he said, but he kept his focus on Rosie, this half grin on his face. She knew Rebel didn’t get annoyed that her mother refused to call him by his nickname, but more so he got a kick out of reminding her every time because it annoyed her.
“You ready for school, Rosie girl?”
She felt her face heat and glanced at her mother sharply. But her mom didn’t even glass their way, and instead was focused on her cell phone.
“Rebel, your father will be home late tonight, and I have a meeting after work.” She turned and faced them then. “Looks like you’re fending for yourself tonight. Will you two be okay?”
Rosie looked at Rebel and saw his expression was dead serious.
“I think we’ll be good, Annabel.” He smirked at Rosie again, and she felt her face heat even further.
Her mom came and gave her a kiss on the cheek, gave Rebel’s shoulder a squeeze, and was out the door. They sat there across from each other for long seconds, neither speaking nor moving.
“I want to just fuck you right now,” he said and leaned forward, taking her hand in his and pulling on her until she stood. Rosie walked over to him, and in the next second she was pulled onto his lap.
“Rebel, my mom could come in again.”
He started kissing her neck, and despite the fact she should be worried her mother could walk in, and that’s not how she wanted this to get out, she found herself relaxing against him.
Closing her eyes and just letting him do his thing, Rosie felt her body become pliable for him. Her pussy was wet, her nipples hard, and as much as she wanted to stay right here with him she knew she had to be stronger than her arousal.
“Rebel,” she said softly and pulled away, knowing she was smiling.
“Hmm?” he went back to sucking at her neck.
“We’ll be late for school.”
He groaned, but fortunately didn’t keep kissing her. Rosie didn’t know if she would have been strong enough to stop him a second time, because honestly she wanted him pretty damn badly right now.
Just as he pulled away fully her cell phone rang. Pulling it out of her bag beside her feet she looked at the unrecognizable number.