King of Diamonds (All About the Diamond #2), стр. 51
“How about I get into you?”
“Yes, but not until we get home.”
“Do you have any plans today?”
“Yes.”
“What are they?”
“I’m spending the day in bed with you.”
“I like those plans. When does that start?”
“As soon as you take me home.”
Rick claims my mouth and I shiver at his touch. “Home it is.” We quickly toss everything into the backpack and shove the blanket back into the pouch. We zip up and Rick gets our helmets off the bike. He gets on the bike and starts it up, holding it steady for me to climb on. “Hold onto me for a second before you put your helmet on.” I happily wrap my arms around him and reach to kiss his neck. He has his phone out and he’s taking selfies of us on his motorcycle together. I reach around and stroke his beard. We put our helmets on and he’s still doing his selfie thing. He starts some music and slides his phone back into his pocket. We take off for home as “Kashmir” by Led Zeppelin plays.
We get home and strip as we walk through the door, leaving a trail of boots, jeans, jackets, helmets, shirts, and undergarments on the way to our bedroom. We climb into bed together and nestle in under the warm blankets. Rick holds me close to him, our bodies against each other and his lips on mine with need. Lying on our sides and facing each other, I wrap my upper leg around him and invite him in. “Please, my king.”
He slides into me with desire. “Is this for me, my queen?” He groans in pleasure.
“Only for you.” We lie together making out while we move slowly, knowing we have all day to ourselves.
Chapter Sixteen
It’s Friday, the last day of Rick’s suspension. I wake up in the middle of the afternoon with his left arm around my waist, his right arm under my pillow and his warm breath at my neck. He’s completely out and I’m wide awake. I move his left arm and attempt to get out of bed without waking him, but my attempt is unsuccessful.
Rick wraps his arms around me, pulls me to him and says, “No,” without ever opening his eyes. This would’ve been really sweet and made me giddy, if I didn’t have to pee.
I try again, this time whispering, “I gotta pee,” before I make quick action. He still doesn’t open his eyes, but he must’ve got the message. I run to the bathroom and close the door behind me.
I don’t live by myself anymore. There’s a man’s razor and deodorant on my bathroom counter next to my tropical soaps and personal items. The mosaic sea glass cup that holds my toothbrush, now holds two. He moved in with me. Makes sense, since I asked him to. We’ve spent most of the last week together, most of it here at home. But, somehow seeing his razor and toothbrush—he lives here with me! I wonder what other people think when they see me making choices, committing to things and then realizing what I did a week later. I asked him to live with me. I put his books on my shelf. I made space for him in the closet. I’ve been cooking for two. I gave him a key. What have I done? I start to freak out and wander through my, no, our home in search of other signs he lives here and the sight of our riding gear strewn across the house smacks me in the face with memories of our late night adventure. The blanket that has taken up residence on my love seat, where we use it to snuggle and picnic in front of the TV when we watch the game. The small picture frame with the crowns on it sparkles in the sunlight, featuring our photo from Rick’s first selfie session and reminding me we’re here together. I catch my reflection in the mirror and I look different. My face is thinner. My skin is glowing. My eyes are shining. I have a bounce in my step. I look up to discover Rick standing there looking at me and my smile lights up. I stare at him through the reflection in the mirror, “Did you know your toothbrush is in the cup with mine, and your razor and stuff is on the bathroom counter? You live here now.” I say it and it’s more for my benefit than for his. I turn to him. Freaking the fuck out. I sink into his eyes and feel his arms wrap around me. My freak-out instantly fades away and my heart wins.
“Yes, this is home. A king usually lives with his queen, sharing their castle together.” He is all it takes to make everything right. “I thought you were coming right back to bed, but it’s been over an hour. Everything okay?”
I lost an hour catching up with my own life? Or, I guess it’s our life. How is that possible? “I’m fine now. I was just looking around. We made a mess. I don’t remember this place ever looking so lived in.” I glance around me. “I don’t know where the hour went, I was going back to be with you and I ended up here with you behind me. Did you know you live here now?”
Rick strokes my hair and hugs his cheek to my head, helping me calm down. “It’s a big step for us. We made it a whole week, and we were tested this week with my suspension, my injury, and my temper. I love how you took care of me when I needed it and didn’t take my shit. What would I have done if I weren’t here with you?” Rick pulls back to search my eyes and smiles, “I live with you. Where doesn’t matter as long as we’re