Page 54 of Fear of Intimacy

“This is really good.” I hadn’t realized just how hungry I was. I only ate a few bites at the diner in the hotel yesterday, too busy freaking out about Trevor and me. “Didn’t know you could cook.”

“There’s a lot you don’t know about me.” I glanced up to see him bent over, arms on the counter, as he watched me.

He wasn’t wrong. There was a lot I didn’t know about Trevor, but I wanted to learn everything. How he took his coffee. What his favorite pre-game snack was. That was, if he wanted to share those things with me.

“Did you mean what you said earlier?” Trevor suddenly asked. Lifting my head, I met his gaze. Those gorgeous green eyes stared at me with an emotion I couldn’t place. Fear? Disappointment?

It would be easy to say no. To sweep it all under the rug like I did for so long and ignore the way I felt about him. How I felt from the moment we met. But I meant what I said earlier.

I was tired of being scared. Of letting my parents and fears dictate what I did with my life. I was done letting that moment in the club ruin my chances of having someone. I wasn’t even sure if Trevor wanted to be with someone like me—someone broken—but now was my opportunity to find out.

“I did.”

My words lingered between us. I refused to look away from him, hoping he knew that I was serious.

I waited impatiently for him to say or do something. Each passing second made my anxiety skyrocket. Just when I thought he wasn’t going to reply, he stood to his full height. I watched his every movement as he rounded the side of theisland. I swiveled the barstool to face him as he came to a stop directly in front of me.

Swallowing, I held still as he stepped between my legs, bending down just a little to see my face as his arms came around me, hands on the counter behind my back. I was fully surrounded by all that was Trevor Hall. He was so close all I had to do was lean forward an inch and our lips would have touched.

The muscles on his arms flexed as he caged me between them, making my breath hitch in my throat at how close that powerful body was to mine.

“Are you completely sure that’s what you want?” he asked. The vulnerability in his eyes almost took the breath out of me.

“I've never been more sure of anything in my life.”

My words seemed to split whatever control Trevor had on himself. Bringing one hand up, he cupped the side of my jaw, tilting my head back. I wasn’t sure who leaned in first, but the moment our lips met, everything else faded.

The kiss was soft at first, but then it turned into something hurried and rough. It almost felt like I was being punished with how he kissed and nibbled my bottom lip before sucking it into his mouth. This was my consequence for not letting him do it sooner. Somehow, my legs ended up wrapped around his waist, his erection pressing against me through the boxers I wore.

When I opened my mouth so his tongue could sweep against mine, a groan reverberated deep in his throat. My hands finally got their wish as they moved up his bare abdomen, the hard muscles flexing under my fingers.

As my fingers traced the indentations leading to the waistband of his sweats, Trevor’s hand slid down to my neck. He grabbed a handful of hair at the back of my head. Our lipslost contact as he tugged softly but firmly. An involuntary moan left my lips.

My eyes fluttered open as Trevor leaned over me, eyes dark, lips quirked up into a smirk.

“Tell me to stop.” His voice was so deep as he spoke. As if he was trying his hardest to hold himself back. “Tell me to stop, or I’m going to take you right here, right now.”

I struggled to get words out.

“I don’t want to hurt you,” he added. I knew he was talking about what I'd gone through in the past year. The thought of being intimate freaked me out a little still but nothing about Trevor scared me. I knew he would never hurt me and that he would stop if I so much as uttered the word no.

Bringing a hand up, I softly touched his face. My heart threatened to explode at how sweet the man in front of me was. How could I have missed how incredible he was?

“You would never hurt me.” Making sure he knew what I was saying, I tilted my hips up, grinding softly against the bulge pressed against me. His grip in my hair tightened slightly. Loving the reaction, I bit my lip and moved my hips again.

His shoulders were strained with tension as he held himself still, his eyes locked with mine. The muscle tight under my palms. I needed this. I needed him. Right. Now.

Dropping my hand, I trailed it slowly down his chest as I leaned forward, lips grazing his. “Please.”

Trevor groaned, that one word his undoing. Pulling my head back farther, he trailed his lips down the column of my throat, hips pressing into mine so I couldn’t move.

I breathed heavily as he planted open-mouthed kisses along my neck. The slight stubble on his face tickled my skin. When he reached a spot on the side of my neck, my backarched. My hard nipples rubbed against the shirt I was wearing.

When he sucked on the side of my neck, I moaned loudly. My eyes closed as he sucked the sensitive skin. He pulled away from my skin with a chuckle.

“That’s the sound I’ve been dying to hear.”

“Maybe you should have tried harder,” I quipped.

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