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Holy moly, he was so stinking pretty it was unreal. His eyes bright, his hair tousled perfectly, his strong form flexing around her, and the shadow of scruff along his jaw gave his unbearable beauty a hard, sexy, manly edge that made her want to just die happy right there.
Trey pulled her face into his, their lips meeting in a soft, inviting kiss. Maybelle could feel the fingers around her waist tangle and grip onto the denim loops of her pants, his hand on her chin tracing down her throat, fingertips dancing across the exposed skin of her neck, swooping back around to cup her nape. Every one of his touches was so methodically placed and timed with the exploration his tongue was now doing in her mouth.
Sweet, gentle, sweeping caresses, touches,everywhere.
Trey brought her in tighter, deepening the kiss for a brief second that teased and stole the breath from her lungs. He slowly pulled back, gliding his tongue across the seam of her now slightly swollen lips. When he broke the kiss, both of them lightly panting, he licked his own lips, his smirking eyes meeting hers.
“Youare delicious.” He groaned and placed another kiss against the base of her throat.
Wowza.
The butterflies in her belly were not fluttering.
No, they were having a motherfucking rager at the moment. Forget eggs and bacon, breakfast was right here and now that she’s had a couple tastes, Maybelle was eager to take a bite, but she couldn’t, not yet.
Remember Maybelle, you have known the sexy, professionally sculpted, sweet, blessed by the gods, charming man for only two weeks, slow is good, slow is safe.
It still took every ounce of her self-control to stand from his lap and sit herself on the opposite side of the table after that doozy. By the look of Trey’s smug smile, he knew it.
Damn, this man was going to get her into serious trouble.
She needed a change of subject immediately; she didn’t have enough wits after that miraculous moment to smart ass her way through this one.
“So, your first game is this Friday, right?”
She stuffed a large bite of eggs into her mouth, noting that Trey’s intense gaze was still glued onto her every move.
After a couple beats Trey finally spoke, “Yeah, what about it?” He took a chunk out of one of his bacon pieces.
Maybelle swallowed, “Is it okay if I go? I was serious when I said I wanted to go but I also don’t want to be a bother.”
She absolutely wanted to be a bother, but the move was to brown-nose so that Trey and his mom would be more inclined to let her go and probably drive her there and back.
Trey nodded as he finished up his bite, “Of course, I already talked to my mom about it. She’s going to drive you out after your last therapy session on Thursday, you will stay with me at my place Thursday and Friday night then we will drive back here together Saturday.”
Excitement burned in her belly; she was going to college for the weekend! Not just college, a football game, maybe a party or two!
Maybelle tried to stifle her level of overwhelming exhilaration by pinching her lips together but who was she kidding, she could hide nothing from the man who watched her like it was his job to.
Trey smiled back, “You excited?”
She nodded, plopping another bite of eggs into her mouth.
“Good, I’m excited for you to meet my friends.” Trey said, taking a big swig of his orange juice.
She was excited for that too. Maybelle had only heard them over the phone that one time and exchanged only a couple words with the guy they called Bear but that was it. She was looking forward to meeting who Trey spent most of his time with and seeing what he did on the day to day.
Around midday Trey left back for school and this time, both she and Chelsea got a text when he made it back safely.
“Chickadee, I am so proud of you. You are only starting your third week of PT and you are seriously killing it. By next month I bet you’ll be running laps!” Annalise pronounced, elated, as they finished the session, while Maybelle, dripping in sweat, was feeling like a twisted pretzel.
Maybelle wiped her damp forehead with the back of her sleeve then took a swig of water before responding, “Thanks, Anna. It’s all thanks to you and your lack of empathy for my weak, sleepy bones. I’ll have you know, there were days that I thought for sure you were going to break me in two.”
Annalise’s snorting laughter echoed through the Turner home as she packed up her equipment.
“Well, I couldn't just let you sit around, being a wimp, sleeping your life away now, could I?”
The woman gathered the remainder of her things then placed them in a pile near the front door before she turned back to Maybelle, hands on her hips, the humor gone from her lips but still playing in her big brown eyes.
