The heat wrapped tightly around my body was comforting as my groggy eyes blinked open. The room was still dark, and the little red blinking numbers coming from the nightstand said it was only three in the morning. Ugh, why was I awake? I tried to turn around and go back to sleep, but that heavy heat encasing my body squeezed tighter until I couldn't move.

My hand fell to the large arm wrapped around my waist, and I smiled—until my bladder decided to start screaming in protest. Great. I woke up because I had to pee, and now the struggle was figuring out how to get away from Rex's arms without him waking. Which was honestly pointless, that boy woke every time I moved an inch. Honestly, I was starting to wonder if he ever actually slept at all. Maybe that's why he needed all those naps.

I tried to roll slowly from his arm, but there was also one wrapped under my body and it didn't let me get very far. Rex's low groan sounded like a dark growl coming from his chest, and he effortlessly pulled me beneath him. "Where ya' going, Roza?" His groggy voice grumbled in my ear as his chest, that was nearly twice the size of my own, crushed my body against his and the mattress, with that gorgeous face buried in my neck.

I was suddenly thankful for the darkness in the room as an embarrassed heat flamed up my back and stained my cheeks. "I-I have to go to the bathroom." I admitted sheepishly, even though I couldn't stop my fingers from reaching around to trace his strong shoulders and play with the ends of his hair.

For the first time that I could remember, he hadn't worn a shirt to bed, and it took my mind several tries to calm down enough to actually sleep. A close proximity, and shirtless, Rex Turner way very hard to relax around. Or touch. Yeah, very, very hard to not touch—much less go to sleep. I wasn't sure why he decided to sleep without one this time, but I had a feeling it was because I knew about the scar. He didn't feel like he had to hide it from me anymore, and that made a surge of happiness swell in my chest. Like he trusted me.

He groaned again, and the dark sound seemed to vibrate throughout my entire being. "I don't want to let you go." His voice was still groggy from sleep, and the roughness did funny things to my insides.

I didn't want him to let go either. Far, far, far from it actually, but my bladder felt like someone was tab dancing against it and it was too hard to ignore. "I'll be right back." I murmured softly and let my fingertips trace gently over the bare muscles of his shoulders. Holy moly, that boy had some serious cement built into him. It was like tracing a rock.

"Promise?" Rex asked against the skin of my throat, his arms tightening as he did. I nodded as he rubbed his face against my neck before letting out a disgruntled sigh and rolled away. I would have said the cold air hitting my heated skin as he pulled away was nice, if I didn't instantly miss him wrapped around me.

I hurried to the bathroom, closed the door and did my business. I washed my hands and, after a minute of consideration, brushed my teeth. Rex didn't need my morning breath breathing on him, though I didn't care at all if his did. Actually, he never really had morning breath, that I noticed at least. I picked up my brush, that I kept in the little drawer Rex had cleared out for me with all my other toiletry stuff, and ran it quickly through my tangled hair. He liked to play with the long tendrils and I didn't need the knots there to keep him from doing so.

It had only been a few minutes when I finally stepped back into the bedroom, but Rex was sitting up leaning against the headboard with a scowl on his face. I tried to hide my smile as I walked slowly back over to the bed. "You took forever." He grumbled as I lifted the covers and slipped back beneath them.

"It was only a few minutes." I mumbled as I curled against his side. He stayed silent for a few moments as I brought the blankets to my chin and pressed my forehead against his side. He was so warm, and soft, even though his muscles seemed rock solid beneath my touch.

I smiled as his strong fingers suddenly started trailing through my hair, and tracing my jaw. We stayed like that for a few minutes, neither of us saying anything or really moving except for his fingers running over my features. Then he was slipping back down beside me and wrapping those insane arms around my upper body. I wanted to sigh in bliss. I liked his arms. I liked them a lot.

He was facing me, his body only a few inches from mine as his hands kept me against him. "How are you feeling?" Rex asked softly a moment later, and I blinked my eyes opened to see him staring softly at me through the darkness.

That worry from the day before still shown in his eyes, and it made me feel cared for. Made me want to lean across the little space that separated us and press my lips against his. Then I remembered my allergies, and squashed that idea. Even if I was feeling one hundred percent better.

"Much better." I gave him a soft smile and left my hand reach over to rest lightly against his chest. "Thank you for taking care of me." My face flushed as Rex leaned into my touch, and my thumb started to stroke his bare skin. Okay, bad idea. Now I wanted to touch more of him. A whole lot more.

I went to pull my hand away, afraid of what I would do if I didn't, but his quickly reached up and held my palm to his skin. My eyes flickered to his as his other arm curled my body tightly against him, until there was no space besides our hands between us. "I'll always take care of you." Those chestnut eyes gaze intensely into mine, spreading heat through out my entire body. "I'll never let anything hurt you." His words came out as a solemn oath that made my heart pound rapidly in my chest.

"I know, T'." I knew he'd try at least, with everything in him. But there were some things not even Rex, with all his determination and fighting capabilities, could save me from. I saw the corners of his mouth pull up slightly at the nickname, before they fell once again.

He didn't say anything else as the hand pressing mine to his chest slowly eased away and trailed up my arm. I felt goosebumps rise in his wake, and a shiver trailed down my spine. Rex touching me was something I would never get used to. I kept my hand pressed against the stony plane of his chest as his heated palm continued over my shoulder and slowly down my side.

It got hot sleeping next to, or usually on top of, the oversized heater, so I've been wearing tank tops and overly large t-shirts to sleep in. Last night I happened to throw on one of my dad's huge plain white shirts and a pair of boyshort underwear to bed. I mean, Rex did say he liked it when I didn't sleep with pants on, and boyshorts kinda counted as shorts so technically I had more than underwear on. At least, that's what I kept telling myself.

"You feel good, Roza." Rex's voice was soft for once as it shocked me out of my little mental tirade. That all-too familiar embarrassed heat flamed my cheeks as his hand continued its slow torturous path down my side. What was he—what was he doing?

My breathing started to turn hard as his hand slipped to my bare thigh. "Really good." I didn't know what was happening, or how to control the sudden electricity surging through me, but I did know I never wanted it to stop.

One of his strong arms kept me pressed tightly to his chest, as that hand on my thigh slowly slid along the length of my skin, pushing my shirt up as he did. "Did I ever tell you I love it when you wear shirts like this?" His voice was gruff as it rumbled across my shoulders and caressed my ears. I shook my head, too far in 'Rex-obsession world' to try and speak. His touch was sending heat through every ounce of my being and made my brain beyond foggy

"Well, I do. Especially when they're mine." I couldn't think as that hand trailed teasingly along the length of my thigh, his fingers just brushing the side of my boyshorts before dropping slowly down again. I tried to keep my soft squeak to myself as his fingers gripped tightly around my leg and pulled it over his, much like the night when he first kissed me. "Wear mine from now on, please?" His low voice was a whisper as his lip pressed against my jaw then slowly traced its frame.

I could only nod as his hand went back to tracing my outer thigh, though this time his touch didn't stop at the end of my boyshorts. This palm disappeared beneath my shirt and slid slowly over the shorts, across my hips and oh-so-slowly up my bare side.

His soft groan shook through me, and the urge to throw myself at him was becoming too strong to bare. Allergies or not. "You feel so good, Rose." He rumbled again as those lips bit softly on my ear lobe. A soft fire raced through my veins at the action and went to ever single nerve ending in my body. Dear lordy, what was this boy doing to me?

"Y-You already said that." My voice was breathy, and I could barely hide the tremble there as his hand continued that slow torturous path along my body. This was new, so very, very new and I liked it a lot.

His dark chuckle shook through me, and I couldn't stop the hand that was still resting on his chest from tracing the hard lines of his muscles. Rational me knew I probably shouldn't have been doing that, but the Rex-obsessed part of me didn't care. "So, I did." His lips were hot as they pressed soft, barely there, kisses from my ear to across my jaw.

"Did I also tell you how much I like it when you don't wear shorts to bed?" His hand trailed over the boyshorts covering my side as he did.

"I am wearing shorts." I tried to argue, even though his mouth was back on my skin and tracing slowly down my neck.

"These are not shorts." He pulled the edge of the spandex-like fabric up and let it snap back against my skin, but then his fingers were soothing away the action.

"T-They're called shorts." My voice shook again, but it was totally his fault. His lips had started actually sucking in small sections all long my throat and it took all the brain power I had to try and think clearly.

"Well, they're not." He lifted his head and bit my jaw, actually bit it, then sucked the soft sting away. "Don't wear them unless you're with me." His voice was a possessive whisper in my ears, and it only caused that fire in my veins to ignite.

"They usually... go under... other clothes." I murmured uselessly as that hand continued to explore the skin beneath my shirt. He never went too far up in the front though, but let his palm explore back openly. It was intoxicating and my body's reaction was more than a little alarming.

"They're underwear." Rex said without a moment hesitation. "Not shorts, so only around me."

I went to argue, even though I would never wear just these out in public, much less leave my bed, but his lips were pressing against mine before a word could slip through. "Rex! My allergies—" I gasped against his mouth, but that didn't stop him.

"Don't care. Now shush." And then his lips were back on mine before I could think. I crumbled against him, my body pressing flush against his with no sign of remorse as his hand pressed flat against my bare back and held me to him. This. This is what I had been craving all night, and the whole day before. In all honesty, I always craved his kisses.

The hand I had let trace his chest slid up and over his shoulder until my fingers were in his hair and he made a gruff sound deep in his throat. Both his hands were under my shirt now, their strong palms causing electricity to surge from his touch every time they ran down my skin. I was pushing against him, urging the kiss to go deeper, unsure of what I was silently asking only knowing I wanted more of him. Needed more.

But then he was pulling away from me, and the disappointment that filled my chest was intense. "God, baby flower. You shouldn't do things like that." Rex's voice was hoarse as his lips moved against mine with the words. I frowned, and tried to hide my displeasure even though he hadn't pull away. I didn't even notice what he called me.

"Like what?"

"Cling to me like I'm the only thing you need to breathe." I frowned which he could feel against his own lips. We were still pressed tightly together, his hands still buried beneath my shirt, and all I wanted was his lips to press back against mine.

"But you are." I pulled away slightly to give him a confused look, though his hands didn't let me get very far. He already knew he was my everything, so I wasn't sure why he seemed so surprised.

Those dark eyes grew hooded, and the look he gave me I had only seen a handful of times from him before. It made my stomach flip and caused those butterflies in my stomach to go 'full-power' mode. Rex's mouth lowered back to mine, his lips just barley brushing against my own.

"You shouldn't say things like that to me." He whispered, though the gravel in his voice made my toes curl. One of his hands left my shirt to trail softly along the length of my neck then wrap in my hair.

"Why?" My own voice was barely a whisper, too soft for my own ears to hear, but his seemed to work far better than mine.

"They make me want to do things." His words kissed my skin as his lips pressed a soft one against mine. I didn't care what he wanted to do as long as he didn't stop kissing me.

"What things?" I asked breathlessly in between kisses as the hand not wrapped in my hair trailed all the way back down to my thigh.

"Bad things."

His mouth pressed almost hungrily against mine before I could say anything else. I was expecting just another one of our usual kisses, maybe a little more intense like the one in his car or at the lake, but this one turned into so much more. I couldn't think straight, or at all really, and when he was suddenly pinning my body to the bed beneath his, any train of thought I held disappeared.

His hand was still wrapped tightly in my hair, keeping my head pulled back as his lips pressed demandingly against mine. The free hand he had on my thigh kept my leg up and around his waist though his body was no longer pressed against my own. He was hovering over me, his mouth and hands the only thing bothering to touch my body at all. I would have been disappointed if his mouth wasn't lulling me into a state of serene bliss.

I let out a disapproving whine when he pulled away, and gripped tighter at him to keep him there, but he just shot me a disheveled smile. "I want to try something. Do you trust me?" The look in his eyes suggested that maybe I shouldn't. They were dark, and hot, and—and hungry? I was nodding my head without a second thought.

Rex leaned back down, his lips brushing my cheek then trailing along my jaw before pressing a soft kiss to the corner of my lips. "Relax, my Roza. Let me in." Before I could put much thought into his words, his mouth was covering mine once again and I was thrown back into that bliss. I tried to do what he said, tried to stay relaxed, but there was nothing relaxing about kissing Rex Turner.

Breathing became nearly impossible when his tongue suddenly licked my bottom lip, right before his teeth sunk into it. Ow! That kinda hurt! But then he was sucking the abused part of my mouth into his own and kissing the sting away. He pulled away just enough to chuckle. "I want to do that every time I see you bite it." His words turned me into complete goo.

Then he was leaning further into me, the hand in my hair curling tighter until I felt a slight twinge in my scalp. It wasn't painful, not at all, it was exhilarating. "Let me in."

I wasn't sure what he meant by that, but his teeth were back to lightly nipping at my bottom lip so I just kept my eyes closed and let my mouth take over. No thoughts, no over thinking, just let what I was feeling and what I wanted to do control my actions. His tongue licked my lips again, except this time I found my mouth opening slightly instead of staying shut like I thought kisses were meant to be.

Rex didn't waste any time. His tongue slipped instantly into my mouth, his hand tightening in my hair until he was practically pulling my head off the bed as that groan shook through my entire body. His other hand was back to traveling along my side, slipping easily beneath my shirt and clinging to my bare skin as his tongue pushed hungrily against my own.

I lied before. This. This is what I had been waiting for. The feeling of his tongue stroking mine, stealing my breath away, taking every thing I was giving and more, was the most amazing, blissful, euphoric feeling in the world. My fingers wrapped tighter in his hair, which only seemed to egg him on.

It seemed like hours had passed when he began to pull away, which was still too soon as he took his tongue back into his own mouth. No, no, no. I liked that. "Come back." I muttered pitifully as his hand loosened in my hair. His small chuckle was just as breathless as I was but that didn't stop him from placing soft kisses along my jaw.

"I don't know if I can." His voice was gruff as he murmured against my skin and started that gentle sucking on my neck again.

"Sure, you can." I encouraged breathlessly as his lips dropped to my collar bone, both of his hands were under my shirt and on my waist now as he continued that slow, torturous path along my skin.

"You have more faith in me than I do." He teased and let his heated palms run softly along my sides.

I frowned but let my hands fall softly to his strong shoulders. What was that supposed to mean? "Did I do something wrong?" I asked softly as he stopped sucking long enough to nip at my collar bone. I was surprised at that hot, hungry look still clouding his chestnut gaze as it snapped to mine.

"Please tell me you don't actually fucking think that."