“I’m sorry. I’ll do my best to never hurt you. You haven’t done a thing to make me not trust you. You’ve given yourself to me freely. That’s all me and I know it. I’ve thought about it a lot and I trust you with everything, breaking all my rules. I’ve never been this possessive. I’ve never cared this much or felt this way. The first sign of another man made me boil.” His face turns red simply saying the words. “Nothing is the same without you. I only want to be with you. I need my queen back.”
“I freak out when I start acting and feeling all girly, and you make me girly. My whole life I’ve thought it was a weakness to be girly, but now I’m learning maybe it isn’t. It’s my happy tears and the fluttering in the pit of my stomach and needing someone else—needing you. Many things I’d never considered were all of the sudden things I might want. I come with baggage and you’ll have to deal with it,” I’m shaking at my honesty.
Rick pulls me tight to his chest, “I love you and your girly moments. None of the rest matters.”
The girly part of me takes over and I don’t let my brain talk me out of it. I need him to know I’m his. I need to know it can be the same. I need to feel that he still loves me and show him how much I love him. I need to remove this protective shield I’ve built around myself tonight and bare my heart to him. I lean in and whisper in his ear, “I still belong to you. I’ll always be yours. I’m sorry I freaked out.”
He tightens his embrace, “I overreacted. It’s not all you. I love you. Please say you’ll never leave me again.”
“I promise I’ll never leave you again,” my heart tries to leap out of my chest as I gaze into his eyes.
He kisses me and his body relaxes, “I was afraid I’d never hold you again. I need you.”
Why would I ever leave this man? How did I let this happen? “Please take me home and hold me all night, every night, my king.”
“Anything for you, my queen. You’re all I want and all I need,” he smiles against my lips and kisses me senseless. His heart warms and beats against mine.
I message the limo to pick us up and gaze up into Rick’s blue eyes, hoping the sadness will disappear. My new goal: before I sleep, my man will be happy again.
He holds my hand, not letting go as we walk out of the park and the limo pulls up. The driver opens the door and Rick instructs him to take us home. The driver puts the privacy glass up and Rick sits with his arms around me, just looking at me.
“I want you to know I belong to you. I’m yours. Please make me yours again. Make love to me.” I need him. I search his eyes and see his brain is getting in the way of his heart and heat. What do I do? I don’t want him to think I’m pushing him for sex. He needs to know it’s more.
Rick gives the driver a destination change. This man always has a plan. A few minutes later we pull up to an apartment building and the driver opens the door. Rick pulls me out of the limo along with him. We walk in and get to the elevator, my body is on fire with elevator memories and I can’t help but wonder how he’ll handle this. He presses the button for the third floor and the growing tension in his hand is evident. “We’re on the elevator,” I point out simply and that’s all it takes. His hands are all over me and he’s holding me against the wall with his body. “Pull the elevator stop.” I feel him get hard against me.
“No,” he says as he takes a deep breath to gain control and the elevator door opens. “I promise I’ll make love with you all night. Please work with me here. There are a couple things that need to happen before I’m out of control, and Sherry—you make me forget what control is.” He leads me to an apartment and unlocks the door. “I told you I would take you to my place.” Rick claims me with his mouth while we stand in the hallway and I put my arms around his neck. His need and desire shoot through me. He picks me up and continues to kiss me as he walks through the door and kicks the door shut behind him. He leans his forehead to mine. “This is my place and I’ve wanted to carry my woman through the door for years. I’ve never brought a woman here. None of this furniture is mine. I rent it furnished and with maid service. It’s not home. It’s the place I keep my stuff. I haven’t been living my life. Living started when I first touched your lips at the Locale. You’re everything to me.”
“Come home with me and never leave,” I offer my home and my heart. The brightness starts to come back to his eyes. “I want to go on road trips with you. I want to be at every game, behind home plate cheering for you, supporting you.”
He smiles at me and I have hope for us, “Is there anything else you want, my queen?”
“You, my king. Please take me home.”
Rick pulls me close, running his hands up and down my sides and searching my eyes. I feel like he’s looking for something, but I don’t know what.
He locks up and we head back to the limo. His lips on me from the time the elevator door closes until we get home. I want him inside me. I want him to come home.
