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Chapter Twenty-One
Tricia hung out with me the following day, and we hit the stores for Black Friday. It had been years since I'd gone out bargain hunting, but she was a master coupon expert and had me in stitches at the way she confused the store checkout girls with her permutations of discounts. I swear, she walked out of one store owing them money.
It was an education being with her and we shopped until we almost literally dropped, save for a gorgeous Italian bistro she took me to.
After gorging on pasta and pizza, fresh bread and olives, not to mention the two bottles of incredibly smooth white house wine we drank, we arrived back at my place in an almost comatose state.
I'd never shopped for a full twelve hours before and was ready to call it a night. Thankfully, Tricia was as bad as me and barely made it onto the couch before she was falling asleep. Nudging her gently awake she called it quits, saying she had to go to bed.
I smiled when I saw Tricia lying in Colby's bed, his Marvel character comforter tucked under her chin. Why she'd chosen to sleep in there instead of our guest room was a mystery, but when I thought about it more, most things were a mystery about Tricia.
As I slid between my sheets, I gave this more thought because even though she was my best friend I knew very little about her past. She was single and had never been married, never even had a permanent boyfriend. Yet she was sensitive and family-oriented and I decided there was a lot about Tricia that didn't make sense.
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Cold hairy limbs slid into bed and woke me with a start. My heart jolted in shock as fear sent adrenaline coursing through my body. My eyes sprang open in the darkened room and I screamed, terrified it was an intruder.
"Shh. It's me," Sawyer whispered, his cold hands skating under my camisole top and sliding inside my cotton pajama shorts. Goosebumps littered my body as the thrill of having him surprise me in my bed made my body vibrate in shock.
"What time is it?" I asked in a raspy tone, my heartbeat still pounding in my chest. A shiver ran down my spine when he moved his hands to another new place on my warm skin. "Ah!" I shrieked. He chuckled before I wrapped my arm around him and drew him closer. "Mmm," I moaned, now fully awake and wrapped my legs around his waist to warm him up a little more.
"A little after 7:00 a.m. I flew back overnight and slept in the rental car until I saw a light on. Your friend, Tricia let me in. Didn't you hear the doorbell?"
"God, no, I heard nothing. I overdosed on wine and carbs yesterday and they must have knocked me out completely."
"I didn't want to waste the day traveling when I could be here with you already," he said, his huge hands pressing me further against him.
Moving closer, his cold nose brushed over my cheek and another small shock of electricity ran through me. I shivered, but my heart was doing flips in my chest, excited to have his limbs slide over mine, his strong arms tightening their hold.
"Thank you. I'm impressed," I whispered, both grateful and excited for how he couldn't wait to be near me, and my heart swelled.
"If I wasn't so drained from our performance, the flight, and sitting bunched up in that tiny economy car that was the only one they had left at the rental desk, I'd tell you there are plenty of ways you could show me how thankful you are," he mumbled, his mouth so close to mine we shared our breaths.
I chuckled, but his mouth closed on mine, effectively silencing me. He slid his tongue past mine as his body shifted and glided until he moved across me and settled between my legs.
"This doesn't feel like someone who's going to sleep," I muttered and sighed with pleasure when his finger traced my seam.
"I am … in a minute. I'm too tired to fuck you the way I want to, the way I know you like." My brain almost exploded in sheer shame and delight at how intimately he felt he knew me. "I just need to taste you, and then we can crash out for a few hours."
Before I could begin to protest, he scooted under the covers, his body curling up over his knees, and bunching under the comforter. As I lay blissfully beneath him, my heart full of love at the way he worshipped me. I swore to accept he believed in us.
After he brought me to a bone-melting climax, he crawled back up the bed and lay beside me. "You're gonna be the death of me, Billie Collier."
"You're crazy," I muttered sleepy and sated.
"For you, Billie, only for you." My heart skipped a beat and a warm feeling flowed through me.
"Smooth."
"I am when you're with me. All is right in my world. You make me feel … connected," he said after a moment's consideration.
"Connected," I repeated. It wasn't a question, but he read it as such.
"You know, like the male-female wire connections. They only work if you have one and the other."
"That's a romantic thing to say."
"I'm a romantic guy, but only with you," he said, paying close attention, our faces inches from each other.
