Maggie looked at herself in the mirror and glared. How in the hell was she supposed to be “red carpet” ready? She still didn’t understand what the hell that meant. She looked towards the makeup Lexi had brought her and narrowed her eyes.

“Babe, I don’t think that’s how you put on makeup?” Trevor surmised as he made his way into the bathroom. When she turned her glare to him, he continued, “But then again, how would I know?” He came up behind her encasing her in his arms. As Trevor leaned in to kiss her neck she couldn’t help but melt.

Staring at their reflection in the mirror, she decided to push away her feelings of inadequacy and let the spirits of Trevor surround her. So many nights she still fought her demons when it came to Trevor, but slowly she was starting to embrace the new her. Looking around the bathroom, she blushed. Over the past few weeks, more and more of her things had ended up in Trevor’s home. She honestly couldn’t even remember the last time they’d slept at her apartment. What scared her? The fact that she was starting to like this more and more.

Moving away from his embrace, she crossed her arms over her chest. “I’m still mad at you.”

“When are you not?” he replied before reaching for his shaving cream.

Her eyes narrowed at him. “What’s that supposed to mean?”

Trevor turned toward her, his eyebrow cocked.

“Trevor,” she warned.

“What? I didn’t say anything.” He went back to his task of shaving, dismissing her.

“Trevor freakin’ McCain, do not make me hurt you.” She started to tap her toe with annoyance.

“Oh, baby, I would love to see you try.” He put down his razor, washed off the shaving cream and faced her. “Actually, I love it when you get all tough on me. It makes me hard.”

“Trevor…” she growled.

“Fuck yeah, Mags, say my name.” He reached for her, but she stepped away.

“No, you big bully. I’m pissed at you. How could you have junked my car without even talking to me about it.”

“Not this again.” Trevor crossed his own arms over his chest. “I did you a favor.”

“You did me a favor?” Her eyebrows shot up.

“Yeah,” he said. “You should be on your knees thanking me.”

Does this man have a death wish? She could feel her right eye start twitching.

“I mean it, Maggie. You should be thanking me. We both know that car was a death trap. We both knew what needed to be done. I just went ahead and did it.”

“Without even asking me!” she shouted. Sure, she knew her car wasn’t very safe, but nonetheless, it was her car. She had worked really hard to get it and without even a second thought he’d sold it.

Trevor growled.

Then she heard Pocket voice his opinion from the other room. Why in the hell was Pocket always taking Trevor’s side now? That thought added more fire to her. Not only had he come in and started controlling her life, he now stole Pocket’s loyalties as well. “Don’t you growl at me, mister,” she said turning her attention back to Trevor.

“Or what?”

Pocket screeched again. You’ve got to be kidding me!

“I’m waiting,” he said as he advanced on her. Why did she always love this part? “I think you knew the car needed to be junked and you’re just picking a fight because you’re angry about having to get ready tonight for the premier.”

Well damn.

He had her number. Sure, she did need to replace the car and she was upset about it. But, she knew he did it for her safety. He was right, though. She was stressed and angry about tonight. This would be the first time since they started officially dating that they would be going to a huge event together. Yeah, they’d been seen around town but there hadn’t been many rumors. After tonight though, everyone would know… that is if he still wanted people to know.

Maggie clenched her fists. She needed to stop doing that.

Trevor reached her and pulled her into his arms. In one fell swoop, Maggie was lifted onto the counter, her towel was ripped from her body. “How many times do I have to tell you, you’ll never have to worry about anything?” he mumbled into her neck as he began to pepper kisses along her skin.

What were words again? She tried to say something, but her body had other plans. Stupid sex-crazed body! He made an inaudible sound.

“In about three hours, I have a whole team coming here to help you. Hair, makeup, the works.”

She pushed away from his body to look at him. “How? What? Why?” she stammered.

Trevor chuckled before moving in to kiss her chin. “I knew you’ve been stressing about this. I also knew you didn’t want to bother Lexi with it because she’s busy getting ready on her own. So, I arranged for a stylist team to come here and take care of you.” He went to kiss her, but she held out her palms pushing against his chest. The shock was apparent on her face and she could feel it. Maggie continued gazing at him, that’s when she realized it.

At that exact moment, she knew she loved him.

The feeling overwhelmed her. She reached for the back of his head pulling her lips to his. Opening her legs, she wrapped them around his waist, pulling him closer to her. Her body continued to grow hot as she felt Trevor’s member roll into her wet folds through his jeans. “Please,” she begged.

This moment consumed her soul, and she knew she wouldn’t be able to live if she didn’t connect herself with him and now.

Love. Love. Love. She freaking loved him.

“Now,” she pleaded as she tore her lips from his and started kissing along his jawline.

“You know I always give you what you need.” Trevor dropped to his knees throwing her left leg over his shoulder. Before she could comprehend the change in positions, Trevor had opened her and started to feast. Her hands instantly went to his hair as she rode his tongue.

“Now,” he demanded.

Normally she was all for defiance when it came to Trevor giving orders, but this time she willingly gave in. As her orgasm washed over her, she shuddered. She looked down at the man between her thighs. This is the man I love with my whole heart.

Trevor stood as he unbuckled his pants. Shoving them down to his knees he positioned himself at her entrance. Maggie locked her legs behind him, as she urged him to move forward.

“You’re mine,” he growled before slamming into her.

Always.

Trevor felt something shift as he entered her. Their sex had always been hot, but he could feel the difference this time. He pulled out of her and gazed into her eyes. And, for the first time, he could swear he saw into her soul. Instead of freaking out, it only encouraged him to make their connection more intense. As he moved inside of her, he brought her face to his, as he demanded her mouth. More, he needed more.

Reaching his hands behind her, he grabbed onto her ass, bringing her body closer to his.

“Yes,” she moaned.

His passion overtook him as he lifted her off of the counter and into the air. Her panic at his actions caused him to trip on his pants that were still around his knees and lose balance. Before he knew it, they were both on the bathroom floor. Not caring about the pain that shot through his body he held onto her hips.

“Oh, shit, Trev are you okay?” She tried to move off of him, but he stopped her. “As long as I’m still inside of you, I will always be okay.” With his declaration, he shot his hips up and continued to move inside of her.

“Oh, god,” she moaned as he took control of her body.

Trevor felt his release building. He refused to let go before she did, though. “Give it to me,” he growled. A few more strokes and he felt her body clench around his.

“Yes,” she screamed as her orgasm took control of her. He slammed into her, one last time before stilling. Maggie instantly collapsed on top of him. Her head laying on his chest.

He crashed his head onto the bathroom floor trying to catch his breath. Holy fuck. This was how he wanted to spend the rest of his life.

Panting, he placed his hand in her hair and started to stroke it. There was absolutely nothing that could ruin this moment.

“Owwie,” Maggie yelled before sitting upon his chest. Had he done something to hurt her?

“Jesus Christ, Pocket!”

Trevor looked behind Maggie and saw Pocket was doing what Pocket did best. As the cat continued to attack her toes, Maggie jumped off of him. Trevor looked down at his feet where Pocket was now eyeing him. With one slow blink, Pocket focused his attention on the appendage that was half erect.

“Hell no!”