“Fuck me.” I drop my head. I stayed away to protect her, and all I did was hurt her. No wonder she keeps saying she doesn't like me. Then it hits me like a ton of bricks. How I pretended I didn't know she was back home. I fucking knew. I knew the second her ass was back here.
“Shall we go get them?” I’m on my feet heading for the door. I get lucky because Carey steps out of the bathroom, almost running right into me. I snag her around the waist, lifting her off her feet.
“What are you doing?” she hisses as I cradle her in my arms. She's a tiny thing compared to me.
“See you guys tomorrow,” Logan throws over his shoulder.
“You had a few hours. Now I need you.” Her face softens. I carry her into one of the guest rooms, kicking the door shut behind me. “I lied to you.” She stiffens in my arms. “I knew you were home.” She drops her eyes from me. I sit down in a chair, shifting her to straddle me. “I’m sorry.” I cup her face, needing her to look at me.
“Why?”
“I didn't think I was good enough for you. I’m still fucked up from the explosion.”
“Beau.” She melts into me.
“I knew you were home. It taunted me every day.” That makes her smile. “It’s not something to smile about. I used to drive out to your campus sometimes. To catch a glimpse of you.” She lets out a small gasp. “See? I’m not all right in the head.”
“Are you saying this because you think it’s going to push me away?”
“No. I’m saying it because I lied to you. I’m giving you my truth so you know I’ll never do that again.” Her face is washed clean, and I can see the small freckles that pepper her nose and cheeks. They make her look so innocent. The panda pajamas aren't helping. She’s pressing right into my dick. There is no way she can miss that.
“Okay. I forgive you.” She rests her hands on my chest. “Do you still think you’re not good enough for me?” She tilts her head to the side. Her hair tumbles down her shoulder in silky waves.
“Yes, but there’s no way in hell I’m letting you go.”
14
Carey
My heart races at his admission. He wants me. Really wants me, and he has for some time now. I’m still a bit scared that he could up and break my heart, but I know I have to try or I’ll never forgive myself. I lean in, brushing my mouth against his. The possessiveness of his words turns me on. Everything about him does. This is nothing new to me; he’s always been the perfect man in my eyes. The one I compared all others to. None of them have ever come close to being on his level.
He groans into my mouth, his hands tangling in my hair. God, I love the sounds he makes for me. It makes me feel sexy, and that’s not something I’ve ever experienced before.
“Beau, will you make love to me?” I ask. I feel myself blush, but I want this.
“Not here. I want to make it special for you. You deserve that and so much more.”
“But I’ve waited so long for you. Please.”
“You don’t ever have to beg me, dream girl. If that is what you want, then that’s what you’ll get.” He stands with me in his arms, carrying me over to the bed where he sets me down. This is really happening. I watch as he pulls his shirt off, tossing it away before he kicks his shoes off.
“Beau.” His body is all hard lines and muscle. He might not be a Navy SEAL anymore, but he sure as hell is still built like he is. I reach up to touch one of the scars on his chest that I know was caused by shrapnel. His hand catches my wrist, but that doesn't stop me. I lean over, pressing my mouth to one and then another. He might not think he’s good enough for me, but I do. In my eyes he’s a hero. He’s my everything.
“Carey.” He groans out my name, reaching for my shirt, pulling it off of me in record time. My shorts are next to go until I’m only left in my panties.
“You’re a damn wet dream.” I try not to be shy. His words are helping with that. I’m so damn hot for him that I feel as though I’m going to explode if he doesn’t touch me soon.
“Is that why you call me dream girl?”
“No.” He drops to his knees beside the bed. His fingers hook into my panties, and he pulls them down my legs. My body starts to throb as he spreads my thighs wide to make room for himself. I brace my hands on the bed, gripping the covers.