Page 64 of Tell Me Again
“It was fast. A few stolen moments on the office couch I can handle.” She bit off a harsh laugh. “Apparently, I am more of a Netfl—”
“Don’t say it.” He placed a fingertip against her lips. “This is more than a random hookup, Sam. We both know it.”
“That’s the problem.” She tugged at the ends of her hair. Her mouth was pink and lush, not from any lipstick but from him kissing the hell out of her. The makeup he’d noticed her wearing at the start of the date had worn off and she looked just the way he liked her. Natural. Real.
Which is why her next words did him in. “I can’t be that woman I pretended to be in the restaurant any more. What if you’re disappointed with regular me?”
“There’s nothing regular about you.”
She rolled her eyes. “You said it yourself, Trevor. I look like every man’s fantasy. I spent a lot of years living up to the hype. Then I stopped and I don’t want to go back. When I said I wanted to be your fantasy, that was a lie.”
His ego bent a little under the pressure of those words.
“I don’t want to be anyone’s fantasy. I left that part of me behind. I just want to be... me.”
“Sweetheart,” he murmured, scooting closer, crowding her in and hoping it was enough that she couldn’t push him away. “I was trying to make you feel good. It’s clear I’m going about it all wrong.”
He brushed his fingers through her hair, letting the soft strands tickle his skin. “I don’t care if you’re wearing black lace or a potato sack.” She snorted, and he smiled in return. “Ok, I’ll admit I like the lace but what’s under it is even better.”
He kissed away the protest he knew was coming when she opened her mouth. “I don’t mean your body, although I like that, too. I’m talking about who you are on the inside.” He touched her forehead gently. “Your dedication to your friends and the camp. The fact that you didn’t like the way your life was going and you changed it. You’re brave and ballsy—”
“I don’t think ‘ballsy’ is a compliment,” she muttered.
“Hell yes, it is.” He moved his hands down to the nape of her neck and massaged his fingers against the tight muscles. “If I wanted a performance, I’d get tickets to the circus. I want you. And me. And all the time it takes for us to get to know each other. This is new, remember? This is Sam and Trevor who went on a date tonight. No one else is in this room with us.” He leaned closer, looked deep into her eyes. “Don’t let them in here, Sam.”
She wanted to laugh at him. She started to laugh at him.
Then she closed her eyes and realized he was right.
Of course they were alone, but it wasn’t just the two of them in that bed. Just like when they’d been together in the office, Sam had dragged all of her ghosts in with her, and there were enough of them to fill the whole damn room. Leading the charge was the woman she used to be: bitter, scared, and filled with so much self-hate that she would have tried anything—done anything—just to feel something.
Trevor offered her more, and she was terrified to reach for it and have him pull it away again.
She believed it could be different with him. And more than just a quick fling in her office. She wanted all night. She wanted Amazon and take it slow.
The thought made her smile and he frowned. “Is that a yes?” he asked gently. “Because I can go even slower. As in so slow I get my clothes and sleep in my own room tonight.”
She let the sheet drop and watched him struggle to keep his gaze on her face. But he did. No question that he did.
She drew him in closer, traced her tongue along the seam of his lips. “This is new for me,” she whispered. “Being myself with you feels new.”
“I like you with me,” he said and deepened the kiss, claiming her mouth and shifting so he was stretched over her. The kiss became heated, raw. So much that was still unspoken between them funneled into the passion of the moment.
Going slow tested both of them, especially as desire consumed her and her demands became more insistent. A husky litany ofyes, more, now. She gave the orders, but he only obeyed the ones he chose to, and the push and pull made her want him all the more.
“You’re making me crazy,” he whispered.
She teased him with her hands and mouth, groaning as his teeth grazed the soft swell of her belly. She stilled as he pushed open her legs.
“Christ, you are beautiful,” he murmured.
She made a small noise of protest but he held her fast.
“Not really my thing,” she croaked out, and he laughed against her skin.
“Then you’ll just have to sacrifice, because this is for sure my thing.”
Her argument turned into a gasp when he flicked his tongue across her center. He went slow, giving her time to settle into being so open to him. She moaned and her hips bucked and then the world around her shattered and there was nothing else. No one else. Only Trevor. Always Trevor.
