Total pages in book: 100
Estimated words: 96249 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 481(@200wpm)___ 385(@250wpm)___ 321(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 96249 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 481(@200wpm)___ 385(@250wpm)___ 321(@300wpm)
“So you’re saying I should wait for the one?” I asked.
She released Snow and looked over at me. Her brows pinched. We talked about everything, so I didn’t think I was prying or overstepping her boundaries.
“I think you should do what your heart tells you. I followed my heart and I couldn’t be happier.”
“What if I can’t trust my heart?”
She put the brush down and came to sit on the hay next to me. I looked into her pretty brown eyes as she combed my hair out of my face. I loved when she did that.
“Cakes, if you can’t trust your heart, you can’t trust yourself. If you’re not ready to trust yourself, boys are the last thing you should have on your mind.
“When you find the one who deserves you, it’s all going to click into place. Nothing else will matter and your heart will know. You will know.”
I nodded and pulled her into a tight embrace. She chuckled in my ear. I pulled away and looked her in the eyes.
“What?”
“Besides, Trev doesn’t bite his tongue. You will know when he’s ready and I’m sure you’ll be in agreement when he is,” she laughed.
“Oh, shut it,” I said and rolled my eyes. “I could only dream of Trev being my first. I think you’re the only one who will have a Monroe to call her own.”
“Oh please. I know my best friend. He fights so hard to keep you happy and safe because he’s in love with you.
“One day, he’s going to realize that and honey, he’s coming for you. You just be ready, my dear Babycakes. Mark my words.” Her laughter then rang out through the stable.
“Lynn?”
My name is called, snapping me from the memory. I open my eyes and turn to look in the direction his voice comes from. I have to blink the rain from my lashes to see him clearly.
Trevor looks down at me with concern written all over his face. He hands the box in his hands to Tom, then tugs his button-down off and holds it over my head to lead me back into the hotel.
I go with him wordlessly. Once inside, I look up into his eyes lost for what to say. He looks me over to make sure I’m okay and then places a hand on my back to lead me to the elevator.
Tom follows us quietly. When we get to my floor, Tom hands over the box and Trevor leads me back to my room with his warm hand on the small of my back.
The warmth coming from his hand causes me to notice how cold I am from the pouring rain. I begin to shiver and my teeth start to chatter.
“Darlin’, what were you doing out in the rain? Are you all right?” Trev asks once we’re inside my suite.
I look around, lost. He places the box down on the table and comes to cup my face and lift it until I meet his eyes. It’s the searching and sincere concern in his gaze that breaks me.
“I’m so sorry,” I sob.
“Shh, baby girl. What’s going on?”
“I’m sorry. I don’t want to fight anymore. I came to find you and you weren’t in your room. I thought you didn’t care if we made up. You weren’t hurting like I w—”
He crushes his lips to mine, cutting my words off. I’m grateful my busted lip wasn’t that bad and healed by this morning. His kiss is so passionate, yet tender. I cling to his soaked T-shirt, needing to be closer to him.
Before I know what’s going on, he tugs my soaked sweater off my body and tosses it. I pull his wet shirt up his torso, but he finishes the job of getting it off, tossing it aside.
His lips are right back on mine as he devours me while releasing my bra and then moving to unfasten my shorts. I reach for his pants and release the button and zipper.
“I never want to be without you, baby. I love you so much. I only meant to keep you safe. I didn’t mean to hurt you. I’m the one who’s sorry,” he says against my lips.
I whimper into his mouth as he pushes my shorts and panties down my legs. He then lifts me, coaxing me to wrap my legs around his waist. I do so as my hands are back on his face.
“I love you too. I missed you. It felt like something was missing.”
“I need you. If you’re not ready—”
“Bears, Trev. Honey and bears. I promise,” I manage to push out.
With a smile, he pecks my lips and palms my breasts. He keeps his eyes on mine as he begins to roll my nipples between his fingers and walks us to the bedroom, all else forgotten. I whimper and arch my back to push my breasts closer to him.