Page 146 of Divine Obsession

“I remember you wanting pretty much the same things.”

The last button came undone. I pulled at the material, letting him see my cleavage.

His eyes shot up to mine. “Me. Not him. Big difference.”

I hummed in distracted agreement, dragging my fingers underneath the thin material; pulling at it until it only barely covered my nipples. “What’s it to you?”

The thread snapped.

Trevor wrapped his big, strong arms around my waist, pulling me in. When he pressed his face to my cleavage, breathing me in deeply, I felt my heartbeat drop like a weight between my legs.

My nails dug into his biceps as he moved his face from left to right before choosing a side – opening his mouth with those straight white teeth of his, and biting into my soft skin.

I moaned, adrenaline shooting through my veins.

He shifted, only holding me up with one arm.

His tongue –wet and hot– stroked over my nipple before he sucked as much of my breast as he could into his mouth. I whimpered, feeling my hips unintentionally roll into him from the pleasure. One of his hands came up, massaging my other breast inbig, slowmovements.

Cold air hit my wet skin when he pulled away to slap one of my breasts, causing both to bounce from his hit. His gaze touched me there – dark, possessive andhot.

I instinctively rolled my hips when he pressed his face to my cleavage again, moving his face from side to side – basking in my soft touch.

When he went back in and switched to my other breast – licking, biting, sucking, kissing – my head fell back, my hips rolling into him again, this time much more intentional.

Energy sparked in both my breasts, at the same time as my clit, forcing me to chase the high. I felt like I was going to lose my mind if I didn’t come.

I switched from rolling my hips to full-on grinding into him, feeling his hard-on press right into my core, through the thin material of my yoga pants and his suit pants.

“Natalia.”

“Mmm,” I barely heard him – if anything, only rode him harder.

My eyes opened wide when he pulled my hair, fisting it and pulling me back, along with a gasp out of my mouth.

He was close, teeth gritted as he spoke. “Unless you intend on taking my cock out and jumping on it until you’re filled with my cum, I suggest you get off my lapright now.”

It took a whole lot more restraint than I would’ve ever admitted to not do exactly that.

Leaning back, he relaxed into the seat, taking his hands off me. “Audience’s gone.”

I swallowed hard, glancing outside at the dark, empty alley – the guys long gone. My eyes fell to the Glock in Trevor’s hand, his forearm resting absently on the dip in the car door.

My blood iced. “Did you point that at them?”

He cocked his head. “You didn’t think I’d let anyone except me hear those little whimpers of yours?”

Our eyes met – his black and endless, mine soft and bare.

Trevor didn’t blink; didn’t even flinch, just held me there, steady and intense, like he could see every secret I tried to hide. Heat coiled low in my stomach, and I hated how much I liked it.How much I liked him looking at me like that.

I didn’t know what to say or do. I froze. Except my body was anything but. It burned from his touch. I bit my tongue, actually debating to ask him for a third one-night stand.

His eyes dropped to my chest, darkening, and making me aware my shirt was still wide open. He tipped his chin. “You gon’ let me fuck those gorgeous tits?”

I tensed, remembering how he didexactly that. Four years ago. In another black Ferrari.

Trevor raised his gaze to mine – almost angry. “Then.Get. Off.”

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