Page 92 of Wicked Games

God, I love him.

Groaning again, he rolls toward me onto his side and sighs as reaches out, feeling along the bed for something as his eyes open.

“Morning,” I whisper and he looks up at me, flashing me a sleepy grin as he grabs my hand and gives it a tug.

“Mmm… come back to bed, Princess.”

I shake my head, my smile widening. He’s so damn cute in the morning and I don’t know how I’m ever going to get enough. “I can’t. I’m running to the store to get provisions with Tate and Emma.”

“I don’t fucking think so,” he growls, his smile falling away as he narrows his eyes at me and sits up, scooting across the bed and wrapping his arms around my waist. “I’ll come, too. You’re not fucking going anywhere alone.”

“You don’t have to…”

His hand slips into my hair, holding the back of my head as he slams his lips to mine, silencing my protests and I sigh, melting into him just like I always do as tears sting my eyes. How is it that after being together for weeks, each kiss still manages to rock me to the core? I’ve been in love before but I’ve never fucking felt like this and despite how happy he makes me, each good moment is tinged with the reality of our situation no matter how hard I try to ignore it. Pulling back, he meets my eyes and frowns when he sees the moisture gathering there, brushing his thumb across my cheek with such care that it’s hard to hold the tears back.

“What’s wrong?”

I shake my head and paste a smile on my face, choosing to focus on the happy as hard as I can. “Absolutely nothing.”

“Then, what’s with the water works, babe?”

“I don’t know,” I lie before letting out a humorless chuckle. “Maybe that we literally ran from a mad man again last night or the fact that he wants me or maybe it’s just because you’re so damn sweet to me.”

He nods in understanding and presses his forehead to mine, closing his eyes as he takes a deep breath. “Hey, when this is all over, what do you say we do something so fucking normal it hurts?”

“Like what?” I laugh and he shrugs.

“Dunno… dinner and a movie?”

I nod. “It’s a date.”

“Good,” he whispers, his smile shy as he leans in and presses his lips to mine. His kiss is gentle this time and it melts me on the spot as my chest aches with my love for him. When he pulls back, he flashes me a grin and gives me playful shove out of the bed. “Now, get ready so we can go shopping.”

“Hey, you know… grocery shopping together is a perfectly normal, boring thing to do,” I tell him as I stand up and shove my little sleep shorts down my thighs and step out of them. His eyes rake down my bare legs and he licks his lip as he nods.

“You’re right.”

I snap my fingers. “My eyes are up here.”

“I know,” he answers, grinning as he meets my gaze. “But I’m busy looking at your gorgeous fucking legs right now, babe. Give me a minute.”

“Get dressed.” I shake my head as I turn and walk away from him to grab my jeans off of the floor in the corner of the room. Aware of his eyes burning into my backside, I bend over slowly to grab them, smiling when he groans.

“You’re a dirty fucking temptress.”

I peek over my shoulder and grin. “The sooner you get ready, the quicker we can get back here so you can do something about it.”

His eyes widen a second before he flashes me a wide grin and jumps out of bed faster than I’ve ever seen and I laugh as he scoops his jeans off of the floor and begins pulling them on, almost tripping over his own feet. Once he manages to get them buttoned, he grabs a t-shirt and yanks it over his head as he marches across the room. I button my jeans and when he reaches me, he leans in, kissing my cheek before he picks me up and throws me over his shoulder, smacking my ass.

“Let’s go.”

Something between a squeal and a laugh slips out of my mouth as I smack his back. “Put me down, Travis.”

Laughing, he sets me back on my feet before taking my hand and pulling me into another kiss. My body floats up off the floor as warmth rushes through me and I can’t help but smile against his lips as I lean into his body, needing to be closer to him. Lacing his fingers through mine, he plants a few more kisses against my lips before pulling away and tugging me toward the door of our room.

“Come on. I already can’t wait to get back here.”

Heat rushes to my cheeks and I can’t wipe the smile off of my face as we walk down the stairs together, hand in hand and my heart is pounding like crazy in my chest. We meet up with Emma, Tate, and Blaze in the living room and Blaze nods in approval at Travis before slipping a gun in the holster at his waist.