Page 78 of Without Regret

“I want to. With you.”

His lips met mine in a carnal frenzy as if we both let all the emotion we’d been tucking away erupt into this moment. But when he filled me—oh, God. I felt as if the world tilted on its axis, and for the very first time, I didn’t care if I fell. Because I knew he’d be there to catch me.

His hips pistoned into me.

Thrust after thrust, I met him, gripping onto his ass and barely feeling my head bumping the lip of the tub.

“Sorry. Shit. Let me get you onto the bed.”

“No. Ignore it. Fuck me.”

“Jesus, Em.” He did his best to put his hand between my head and the porcelain, cushioning the blow as best he could. He then used his other arm to lift up my body for the perfect angle to hit my G-spot over and over.

“You feel so good like this. Let me feel you come.”

Damn. I let my fingernails rake his back, hearing his grunt at the point my climax hit. “Trev—”

“I’m right there with you, honey. I can feel you. Feel you coming all over my cock.”

His hot release came deep inside of me, along with great satisfaction regarding this new intimacy. Trevor’s lips met mine again, this time the kiss shifted from the frenzy of earlier into a languid, emotional connection.

Finally pulling back, he moved to help me up from the uncomfortable position and then to my feet. “You okay?”

I rubbed the spot on the back of my head that had been banging on the lip of the tub. “I think so.”

He landed a kiss on top of my hair. “Sorry, beautiful. Give me a second, and I’ll start the shower for you.”

He stepped out of the tub and turned on the water for the shower, also finding some towels for me to step on so I wouldn’t slip. Always a perfect gentleman.

And while I got into the shower, of course he cleaned up the water off the floor. And if I hadn’t already thought I was falling for him, the fact that he left and came back in with a towel he’d warmed in the dryer for me sealed it.

“My mom used to do this for me and my sister when we were little. Nothing better than a warm towel when you’re coming out of a shower.”

Thump, thump. I was falling. Hard. It had to be love. What other emotion left you happy, while at the same time wanting to puke.

“You okay?” He looked concerned.

I nodded. “I don’t remember much about my mum. Never knew my dad.”

His thumb reached out, wiping a tear I hadn’t realized had broken free.

“Come here.” He led me out to my bed, settling me on his lap so we were face to face.

“Sorry, I didn’t mean to just blurt that out.”

He shook his head. “I’m glad you did. Why didn’t you know your mom?”

I took a deep breath. “She gave me up when I was a toddler. I found out years later she was a prostitute who’d gone clean and then relapsed, so she was unable to take care of me. I was with a foster family, then taken in for adoption. I was with them for a few months, but once the couple found out they were expecting a child of their own, they stopped the adoption process and returned me. I was four when I went back into the foster system. Six more foster families over the years. Never adopted. Finally aged out at eighteen.”

In his eyes was a measure of sympathy along with unwavering support. “That must’ve been tough.”

“It’s something no child should have to go through.” I wanted to say more. Such as explaining this was the reason I had a difficult time with relationships. That I’d never been loved. And couldn’t figure out how to trust I could be. But I couldn’t find the words.

“I take it Simon knows.”

“Yes. He’s the only other person.”

He entwined his hand with mine. “I’m glad you told me. I want to learn everything about you.”

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