Perfect

That was reaffirmed by tonight.

He helped her into the cab of the truck, and once he was inside and sitting in the driver’s seat, he turned and faced her. They stared at each other for several seconds, and then he reached out, cupped the back of her head, and pulled her forward. They kissed long and hard, and when he broke away, she was breathless.

“Come on, baby, let’s go somewhere and just talk, okay?”

She nodded, knowing that even after the events of tonight she still wanted to be with Rory in every way possible. Tonight was about the two of them, and she didn’t want the violence that had transpired to stop her from being with the guy she loved.

3

They’d left the club, and although she’d said she wanted tonight to be the night they both finally had sex, the fact was she didn’t know if he’d still be up for it. She could see the stress on his face and the tightening in his hands as he gripped the steering wheel. He was still upset about that guy, and she knew he had every right to be. But she didn’t want his anger to ruin tonight, not after she’d made up her mind and knew this was what she wanted.

“Rory, look at me,” she said softly. They sat in the cab of his truck, his headlights on as he sat there idling. The entire ride back from the city to her house had been in silence as he clenched and unclenched the steering wheel.

He turned and looked at her, and she saw his face relax, his tension slowly leaving him as she smiled.

“I love you,” she said and reached for his hand. Holding it in hers, she wanted to tell him things were fine now, and she was okay, but before she could even open her mouth to get the words out, he leaned forward, cupped the back of her head, and kissed her. He was fierce in his kiss, his anger, his love for her—all of those emotions she felt projected in the press of his mouth and the stroke of his tongue to hers.

“I love you, too, baby.” He rested his forehead on hers, both of them breathing heavily, clearly worked up from the kiss.

They stayed like that for several moments, then she pulled back, feeling the events of the night wash away as she stared at Rory. His short dark hair was slightly spiky around his head, and even in the darkness of the cab of the truck, she could see how light and blue his eyes were.

“My parents won’t be home until really late.”

He lifted an eyebrow, that dark slash above his eye rising and a smirk covering his face.

“They went into the next city over, two hours away.”

He leaned forward an inch, rested his arm on the back of the seat, and stared at her lips. “Did they?”

She nodded, licked her lips, and she swore she heard this deep groan leave him, or maybe she’d been the one to make the sound. “They’re gone until early in the morning, Rory,” she said and leaned in, dragging her tongue along his bottom lip. “They went to see a show, and it doesn’t end until one.” He still had his hand on her hair and pulled her head back, which caused her to gasp. The pain and pleasure were there, the excitement and anticipation consuming her. She was a little nervous, a little afraid it would hurt, but God, was she ready.

“We have all the time in the world, baby.”

“I know.” She reached out and touched his lips, ran her fingers along the masculine arch of them, over his cheek that was covered in stubble, and smiled. “But I’m ready. I’m really ready, Rory.”

He groaned again, slanted his mouth on hers, and kissed her until she squirmed on the seat, breathless. Breaking their heated kiss by pulling away, she turned and got out of the truck. He cut the engine and followed suit, and they made their way inside. Once in her house, he grabbed her around the waist from behind, walked them toward the wall across from them, and ground his erection into her lower back. He was so much taller than her five-foot-six height at over six feet tall, so powerfully muscular and all man.

“Come on, Rory.” Looking over her shoulder at him, she rose on her toes and popped her ass out, pressing her bottom to his dick. “Let’s go to my room.”

He didn’t wait any longer. Taking hold of her hand, he led them up the stairs and down the hall. Once in her room, he shut the door with his foot. She walked backward, toward her bed, and sat on the edge of it. She was ready for this, ready for him. He was the guy she loved, the guy she saw herself being with forever.