Page 64 of Saving Tracey
I couldn’t ever hide anything from Trevor.
He grabbed my hand and laced his fingers through mine, rubbing the pad of his thumb over the soft skin on the back of my hand. His dark, brooding eyes met mine, melting into soft chocolate as he gazed at me. "It will one day, baby, I promise. But I hate to say it—nothing happens overnight. We just have to play it safe.”
I sighed but nodded. He leaned over and kissed me softly. "Olivia is coming over later. I thought it would be good for you to hang out with her and get your mind off of all of this bullshit for a while."
I smiled at him. I actually missed hanging out with Olivia, but I had been so stressed lately with everything that had beenhappening that I really hadn’t wanted to be around anyone. Even Trevor could tell I was a bit distant with him.
"That would be great.” I needed to get myself out of this funk I had been in lately.
"Good." He stood up and pulled me up with him. He grinned cheekily, his eyes twinkling with mischief. I eyed him warily, taking a step back from him. "But first—"
I screamed when he grabbed me and tossed me into the pool. I came up gasping for air, spluttering water out of my mouth. "Trevor!" I screamed, glaring at him.
He was bent over laughing so hard that he wasn't capable of making any sound, slapping his leg, with his face turning red as he struggled to breathe through his laughter. I huffed and pulled myself out of the pool, water dripping from my clothes and hair. "This is not funny,” I snarled at him, stomping past him and into the house.
"Baby, you should have seen your face,” he gasped as he followed me, that shit-eating grin never leaving his face.
I struggled to fight the smile trying to spread across, but I shoved it back down, glaring at him. I was sopping wet, and it was cold outside. On top of being wet, I was freezing, and I was beginning to shiver so hard that my teeth were chattering. I wouldn't be surprised if I woke up with a cold in the morning.
When I got upstairs, I went straight to Trevor's bathroom and stripped out of my soaked clothes. I turned the shower on hot and stepped in, allowing the hot water to run over my back and warm me up. I sighed softly when I slowly began to warm up, not daring to move from under the hot stream of water.
I screamed in shock when the curtain was suddenly flung back, and Trevor stepped in. My eyes trailed over his beautiful, inked skin, down his toned abs, and finally down to his very hard shaft. I sucked in a sharp breath of air. My nerve endings curled, heat blazing straight south. My eyes snapped up to his, and Iwasn’t shocked to see his eyes darkened with a sensual promise of pleasure as he gazed back at me.
He pulled me to him, one hand splayed right above my ass, and his other hand softly caressed my cheek, over my neck, across my shoulder, and finally down to my breast, where he gently ran his thumb over my nipple. I moaned, my eyes fluttering at his touch.
"If you don't want this, Tracey, tell me now." His eyes met mine.
Jesus Christ, of course, I wanted him. I would always want Trevor.
I nodded at him, biting my lower lip softly in nervousness. "I want you," I whispered, gliding my fingertips shyly over his abs and up his chest, sliding over his broad shoulders.
He groaned softly at my touch, and his lips covered mine as he drew me impossibly closer to his hard, masculine body. His lips moved over my jawline, down my neck, and over my shoulder until his lips were covering my nipple, sucking, pulling, and gently biting. I was writhing against him, my fingers tangled in his hair, desperate for him to quench the desire curling in my belly.
His hand slid down my belly, and suddenly, his hand cupped my core, his fingertip sliding between my folds. I dropped my head onto his shoulder, whimpering at his touch.
He was so close to where I wanted him.
He rubbed his thumb against my clit, and I moaned his name. He blew out a harsh breath. "You're so fucking wet for me, baby."
"Trevor, please," I begged him.
He knelt down on the floor of the shower and pushed my thighs apart, burying his face right where I wanted him. I cried out, throwing my head back against the shower wall, clutching athis hair. His lips and tongue worked wonders, and right as I was about to come, he moved away, standing back up.
I didn't even realize I was pouting at him until he pointed it out.
"Don't pout, baby. I promise I'm about to give you the ride of your fucking life.”
Without warning, he grabbed me beneath my thighs and lifted me up against the wall. I gasped in shock, wrapping my arms and legs around him tightly to keep from falling. "If you want me to take you to bed, you better tell me now." He pressed hot, open-mouthed kisses to my neck, sucking gently.
I shook my head at him. "Please," I begged him. "I can't wait."
He groaned, and with a quick thrust of his hips, he was deep inside of me. I clutched the hair at the nape of his neck and dug my face into the curve of his neck and shoulder. "Goddamn, it's been way too fucking long,” he groaned, his arms flexing.
He moved out slowly and pushed back in. I was a whimpering, moaning mess by the time I finally came. The world exploded around me, and all I could do was hold onto him as tightly as I could and ride out the storm that was currently raging through my veins.
When I was finally calm, Trevor gently eased me down so my feet touched the floor, but he kept an arm wrapped around me. "I swear, I will never get tired of you,” he whispered, leaning down to kiss me softly.
He gently bathed me afterward and carried me to bed. "Whatever happened to Olivia?" I asked him sleepily, my eyelids already drooping closed. He crawled in bed beside me and pulled me against him.
