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“They’re fantastic. I could barely hear Ashlie’s nonsense,” I joke, biting my lip and dropping my eyes at the intensity in his stare. “What?” I ask nervously.
Trevor steps forward until his thighs hit my knees. He leans in and plucks an earbud out of my ear. “I just can’t wait to get youhome so I can do all the things I was imagining doing to you in the truck.”
My cheeks burn, and he straightens with a snicker, knowing full well he’s responsible for me squirming on this stool. The tip of his tongue peeks out at the corner of his mouth, his head shaking while his eyes rake over me slowly.
For once, I think my sister might be right. “We, um…we made an appearance,” I trill. “It’s probably safe to head out. If you want to.”
He smirks, his gaze flaming with an all-consuming hunger that prompts me to stand before I can second-guess myself. Maybe it was the “sister chat” or the steam in the truck, but my singular focus right now is getting Trevor home. He’s on my heels as soon as I slip past him, weaving through the living room. I don’t even bother finding Ashlie. I’ll text her later.
“What got you so eager to leave?” Trevor teases as he ushers me to the passenger side, loosening his tie.
“Me? You were the one whispering sexy sweet nothings in my ear.”
“I’ll take the credit for…” He pauses, eyes dipping amusedly and back up. My breath catches when he leans in, guiding me against the door with a grip on my waist. “I was gonna sayfor making your panties wet, but you’re not wearing any, are you?” Biting my smile, I shake my head, unable to tear my eyes away from the lips I want all over me. The tutting click of his tongue while his thumb caresses my hip sends a shudder through me. I’m already dripping, and he kisses me like he knows it, plunging his tongue past mine with the type of lust that feels obscene out in the open. “You’re playing with fire tonight,” he rasps. “Wait till I get you home.”
CHAPTER FORTY-SIX
TREVOR
Willa’s fingers caress the back of my neck the entire drive home. Each scrape of her nails on the base of my scalp zings straight through me. I’m a live wire once we make it to the front door. We’re on each other as soon as we step inside, our thighs wedged together while we stumble through the darkness. Our shoes land somewhere near the couch in our clumsy dance. We don’t even make it past the kitchen, using the indigo sky glowing through the window as our guide. She untucks my shirt while I palm her ass, lifting her onto the countertop. Her fingers fumble on my button-up as our tongues fight for dominance, and I’m two seconds away from popping all the buttons myself just to feel her hands on my chest. “Why the hell did you wear this?” She huffs through the struggle.
I take over, deftly working my shirt open while she grabs my belt buckle and pulls me closer. “Didn’t think you’d be ripping it off—mmm,fuck.” I don’t know how she got my zipper down so fast, but her fingers are wrapped around my dick before I have time to drop my boxers.I need to be inside her. Her dress falls to her waist when she cinches her legs around me and brings me to her soaking slit.
“The bedroo—shit.” I gasp when her heels drive my hipsforward, fully filling her drenched pussy with my hardened length. Our moans meet in harmony as I drop my head to hers. I’m dazed and highly turned on by this possessive hold she has me in. She’s finally got some control over her body again. If stuffing herself full of my dick is what she wants, I’ll gladly hand it over. Who am I to take it away from her? She rocks me into her again, and my lips find her neck. “Fuck, Gem…I don’t want to hurt you.”
“You won’t,” she sighs, tipping her head back to give me better access. I leave sloppy kisses along her collarbone, my mind melting as I give up control. She hungrily takes all of me, and it’s the best fucking feeling.
“I never want to hurt you,” I murmur, sucking on her skin. “I wanted to make tonight special…” My thumb swirls over her nipple until the stiffened peak pokes through her dress. She arches into my touch, whining at my teasing tug before I drop my hand. This need to feel her everywhere, all at once, is all-consuming.She rolls her hips, fucking growling as if her pussy demands revenge for my absence, and I’m like putty in her hands. I’ll be her goddamn prey all night if she wants me to. “Shit…” I pant, “You keep having your way with me like this, and I’m not gonna last longer than a few minutes.”
Her legs propel me forward, and she fists my shirt, grinding her slick clit against my skin. My head falls back with a groan as she lets me retreat slightly. “Mmm, Tre,” she whimpers. Sliding fingers around the back of my head, she directs my gaze to where I’m still half-buried inside her. “Look what you’re letting me do to you.”
Holy shit.This better not be a fucking dream. Slowly, she eases me in, then out, and in again. I’m dead. That’s the only explanation for this ecstasy. Gone to glory from dirty words and Willa’s pussy.
I’m so stuck in the haze, all I can do is stare, slack-jawed, following the movement in the dusky glow streaming through the window. My breath stutters when she slips a hand to her clit,stroking herself confidently. It’s so damn hot watching this woman get herself off with my dick, I can’t move. Can’t think. Soon, she’s a panting mess right along with me. Her walls flutter around my length, and I grip the back of her neck, a string of laboredfuck-shit-goddamnitsfalling from my lips.
“I don’t want you to last,” she croons in my ear, her fingers still strumming furiously. “I want you to fuck me.” A tremor travels through my body as goosebumps scatter down my neck.Need her.Right now. Slowly, I cant my hips, unconvinced I won’t completely lose myself to her. “Good-fucking-boy.” Her triumphant smile as that praise leaves her lips sends me spiraling. Clutching her hips, I thrust into her so quickly; she barely has time to grip the edge of the counter with her free hand. My desperate rhythm is accented by grunts each time I drive into her. “Yes, Tre!” she whines, her hand jerking over her slickened bud like it’s the last thing she’ll ever do. “You feel so fuck—GAH.”
The orgasm racks her body, her voice trilling wildly as each wave crashes into the next. I feel every single one of them as she quakes around my dick, stunning me into stillness while I watch her fall apart…watch herlet go. She’s clearly holding nothing back right now, finally giving me all of her, and warmth floods my chest. The relief easing into her face, her sated whimpers, my name falling from her lips—I’ll remember everything about this moment for the rest of my life. The moment when I finally believe she’s mine. Her body goes slack, and I hurry to catch her, holding her against my chest as I slip out of her. The baby bump knocks into me, so I adjust my hips backward, tucking myself back into my boxers.
Chest heaving, head burrowed against me timidly, her body trembles. “You’re shaking, sweetheart,” I whisper, as my fingers caress her shoulders. “Did I hurt you?”
“N-no… I think I’m… C-can you just…” Her breath comes out in spurts, and her head shakes against my chest. “Hold me, please?” she whispers.
Smiling, I encase her in my arms tightly and press a kiss to her forehead. “For as long as you want me to. What else can I do?”
She takes a beat and wraps her arms around me, tilting her head back to look into my eyes. The demure flutter of her lashes in the pale moonlight sets my heart pounding. I’m so in love with this woman; I’ll do anything she asks. “Show me how to make love to you, Tre.”
Especially that.
CHAPTER FORTY-SEVEN
WILLA
Trevor sets me in the bedroom and flips on the lamp. I reach behind me to take off my dress, but he stills my hand. “Don’t you dare touch that zipper, Gem. I’ve been dying to unwrap you all night.”
Anticipation rushes through me. It’s never been like this with anyone else.Words alone have never made me crave someone’s touch, but his hands on my body are all I can think about. A whimper slips from my lips when I turn around to find him stripping for me. My eyes course down his thick biceps and rigid sepia abs, taking in the first man to ever hold my heart. Running a palm down his chest, I stifle my smile at the irrational urge to follow it with my tongue. “What?” His voice has dropped an octave, taking my coyness with it.
“I want to lick you,” I say, shaking my head. “Kiss you. Taste you.”
