Chapter 62: Chapter 62 - I Knew
"I'm serious, though. Do you want to go to the beach?" I asked her. She scooted closer to me, folding her right leg between my legs and rested her head on my chest.
"Mmm hmmm," she said. "Maybe later. I want just you today," she said and kissed my chest again.
"So, we're just going to stay in bed all day long?" I asked. I can't do that! I'll get bored out of my mind. "Yup," she said, popping the p. "Oh, great..."
"Are you complaining, Mr. Walker?" she asked, controlling. It was so sexy to see her taking back control. I could and never will get enough of it. I hated the fact when she challenged me in front of her friends at her apartment the other night, but this... This redefined the word challenge and replaced it with dominant.
"Oh, yes I am, Miss Avery. What are you going to do about it?" I asked her.
"Are you deliberately provoking me?" she asked, mimicking my voice, making her laugh. She climbed on top of me and placed her hands on my chest. "No, seriously. What do you want to do?" I asked her.
"Whatever you want," she said.
"Alright, then we're going to the beach. We can't stay here the whole day. I'll get bored out of my mind and maybe even..." I stopped myself.
"And maybe even what?" she asked. How do I tell her this? How do I tell her what I want to do to her?
"Maybe even kissing you. Pleasing you. Holding your body right next to mine with nothing but air between our skins. I want to hold you in my arms as I give all of myself to you. Everything..."
Amabel's POV
"Everything..." he said. Oh, my god. He wants to give me everything. All of him. I felt like crying when I heard him say that. Most guys in the movies would literally just say, "I'll take you right here..." or "I'll make love to you right now..." or other things. This was not about him. He didn't make it about him, but about me. He wants to give himself, every single bit of himself, to ME.
"I love you, Trevor Christopher Walker," I said and kissed him. His eyes widened in surprise.
"What?" I asked. Did I freak him out?
"Nothing... It's just that... How do you know my full name?" he asked. Fuck! How do I tell him that I got access to his father's account, stating that his full name is Trevor Christopher Walker and that his birthday is the 26th of April? I'm such a stalker.
"Do you really think that I don't have access to every file your father has in his business? In your business?" I asked, mocking the conversation we had once. He knew immediately what and when I was talking about and smiled brightly.
"Okay, okay, okay. Fine... But what's your full name?" he asked me.
"I'm just Amabel Avery. No special name..." I said.
"You're lying. I know what goes on in my business. I can have your file at the tap of a button, Amabel Lauren Avery," he said with a huge grin on his face. One big enough to make me want to hit it off of his face.
"You knew?" I asked him, lightly slapping him as well.
"Hey... Yeah, I knew. I've known since the day I found out that you're working with my father. I had to know everything about you. And now I do."
"Quite the stalker, aren't you?" I asked, even though I'm the biggest stalker between the two of us.
"Hell yes. I'm not going to let anything hurt you. That's why I needed to know everything. Like, for example... you updated your Instagram biography stating that your favorite kind of date is on a boat, going into the ocean and having a plain dinner of burgers and fries. Just like we did the other night."
I began to blush. Damn. I totally forgot about that. You see, this is what happens when you let your imagination run wild with fantasies about Trevor when you're supposed to be doing your job!
My subconscious is really starting to piss me off. She's such a cranky little bitch. But hey, she's always been there for me. Always when I needed her for advice. Or that time when I was trapped underneath Trevor.
"Why are you blushing?" he asked. I got off of him and walked to the kitchen.
"Amabel?" I heard him call as he followed me down. "Hey, wait. Are you okay?" he asked me.
"Yeah, I'm fine. I just thought that I was the stalker between us."
"So, it's not your favorite kind of date?" he asked as his hand took their place on my waist, like always.
"Of course it is," I said, rising to my toes and wrapping my arms around his neck. I looked into his eyes and then at his lips... His eyes and then his lips. Damn, what the hell is that feeling? My heart is jumping inside of my throat and Trevor's breathing is picking up.
He smashed his lips on mine, taking me as his prisoner and wrapping my legs around him as he walked to the counter. He placed me on the cool counter and kissed my neck repeatedly. I wanted him to take more, to give me more.
"What about the beach?" I asked between kisses.
"Oh right," he said.
"I'll make a basket," I said.
"No, you won't. I already packed one. Okay well not me, but Rena did this morning. I left a note on the counter for her when she came in this morning. So, our basket is packed. All that's left to do is for you to get out of those clothes and into a bathing suit. But I prefer a bikini. Go to the guest room. The bikini's will be in one of the drawers. Take the turquoise."
"What?"
"We're going to the beach and for that, you need some clothes."
"Go on, Amabel," he said and lightly pushed me in the direction of the stairs. I jogged up and got into the guest room. Not my room, because I spend each night in Trevor's bed. He won't let me sleep in here.
I went to the walk-in closet and looked through all the drawers. There were no bathing suits. "Trevor!"
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