Page 84 of Tell Me Again
CHAPTER SEVENTEEN
“I have aches where I didn’t even know I had muscles.” It was after ten on the night before Kendall’s wedding, and Sam pulled out two beers from the refrigerator in the camp kitchen and handed one to Trevor. “But everything is perfect and ready for tomorrow.”
He took the bottle from her, sparks zipping across her skin as his fingers brushed hers. She should be too tired for sparks right now, but somehow Trevor still managed to coax a reaction from her weary body.
“You’ve done an amazing job with the wedding preparations,” he told her.
“It wasn’t only—” She stopped when he leveled a look at her. It had become his habit to notice when someone gave her a compliment and she dismissed it. Apparently she did suck at accepting a compliment. Her child psychology professor would say it was because she’d spent much of her childhood trying to make herself smaller, but right now she was more concerned with changing than analyzing the root of the issue.
“Thank you,” she answered instead. “My repaired kitchen and bunkhouse look great, too. I can’t believe you finished everything in time for tomorrow.”
“It helps to have a full crew,” he said and took a long pull of beer.
“Are you going to get in trouble for moving the guys off the house to work here?”
He gave her a lazy smile and winked. “Sweetheart, I’m the boss. I don’t get in trouble.”
“You can drop your vowels and throw on that good-ol’-boy attitude all you want, I know it’s an act.” She pointed at him. “Remember, Iknowyou, Trevor Kincaid. You committed to that house and it must have killed you to stop the progress to finish over here.”
“You know me so well,” he said with a chuckle, but didn’t deny the accusation. “I explained the situation to Jolene and we’re going to work a couple of weekends to get caught up. We’ll be fine.”
He moved closer, into her space, crowding her against the kitchen counter. “You and I will bemorethan fine,” he whispered and gave her a kiss that curled her toes.
She set her beer on the granite countertop and wrapped her arms around his neck. Her legs wound around his hips as he lifted her onto the counter, deepening the kiss until the taste and feel of him were the only things in her world.
He put his beer next to hers and slid his hands under the hem of her shirt, his fingers cool from the chilled bottle. She gasped as his hands dipped again, skimming under the waistband of her yoga pants. She couldn’t get enough of him and was quickly becoming addicted to the feel of his body against hers.
Maybe this was how her sister felt when she’d chased the high the drugs provided. In this moment, Sam had a greater understanding of why Bryce hadn’t been able to quit. The thought of letting go of Trevor made her whole body scream in protest.
“Where’d you go, sweetheart?” He tipped back his head to study her.
“I’m here,” she whispered and kissed him again, banishing her worries for another day. Tonight she simply wanted him. Since that day at her house, they’d forged a deeper connection. He was beginning to rely on her guidance in managing Grace through the rough waters of teenage angst and drama.
She loved playing a bigger role in both their lives. But between that and the guys working with him at camp, the only time she saw Trevor alone was... well, never. Sometimes they stole a few minutes late at night, like now, but normally they were at his house. They’d both agreed things couldn’t get out of control with Grace sleeping upstairs.
The girl seemed to accept Sam and Trevor together, even teasing them about going on “old people” dates to the hardware and appliance stores. But as much as Sam’s heart was in deep, she didn’t want to push too fast or too hard. Grace was still the priority, because both Sam and Trevor understood the damage it could do when kids felt pushed aside for the whims of the adults in their lives.
Other than a couple of hot and heavy make-out sessions on his couch and hiding in a utility closet—an actual closet—at camp, she hadn’t been with Trevor in far too long. She missed him, the way he made her body sing the hallelujah chorus with just a simple touch.
Like this late-night tryst. She gave a soft moan as his thumbs grazed her nipples. “Are we christening the new kitchen?” she asked against his mouth, pulling his Henley up and over his head.
“I’m ready to christen every inch of this camp,” he said, stepping back and unfastening his jeans. “Take off those clothes, Sam. I need to see you now.”
She loved the way he saidneed, as if his next breath depended on getting her naked. She loved how his gaze heated as he watched her and how he made her feel beautiful in a way that had nothing to do with her famous face.
“You’re a good man, Trevor,” she whispered.
His pale blue eyes darkened, and he reached for her again, tangling his fingers in her hair as he claimed her mouth for a kiss that drove her crazy with desire. She was pretty sure they broke a land speed record as they undressed, with Trevor pulling a condom packet from his wallet before tossing the leather billfold into the growing pile of clothes on the hardwood floor. Then he was buried deep inside her, and she cried out from the pleasure and from the pressure building in her body that matched the feelings in her heart.
It was too much and not enough. She wanted everything from this man. She’d spent her whole life taking bits and pieces of what life offered, stingy portions that she always feared would be snatched away from her at any moment.
Trevor was the whole world in a tall, strong, big-hearted, overprotective package and she craved the safety of his arms and the feeling of who she was with him. As they moved, he pulled back enough to stare into her eyes, his gaze telling her everything he hadn’t said out loud.
Then he spoke, and the words absolutely wrecked her.
“You are mine,” he whispered, and to her ears it sounded like a prayer.
“Yes.”
