Page 89 of Always Will
“Me first.” Spinning me away from him, he kisses my neck as he unzips my dress, sending it falling to the floor. I slump against him as pleasure zings through my body. His lips move to my shoulder while he fiddles with my bra, fingers trailing to each breast once I spill free. Trevor’s arms circle my bump as he walks me to the bed, peppering my neck with kisses the entire way. “Sit.I need a taste of that pussy. It’s all I can think about.” His voice is a whisper, but it reverberates through my crumbling resolve.
I sink to the bed, eyes fixed on him as he slowly kneels before me. A hunger blazes in his stare, as if I’m his last request before demise. He lifts my leg, lavishing it with soft kisses up to my thigh. The drag of his stubble leaves a trail of yearning in its wake as he hooks my knee over his shoulder, repeating with the other side. He grips my thighs, and with one voracious tug, he’s on me, tongue spearing my pussy like they’re having a debate over who’s more needy. “Fuckinghell,” I whine, dropping my head to the bed. The way he’s sucking on my clit twists my insides as if I didn’t just come apart in his arms. “I’ve missed your mouth,” I say on a breath. “Missed you.” Reaching for his head, I anchor him firmly against me. I take and he gives—pulsing, sucking, nibbling—until I’m screaming his name through the erratic waves ravaging me. “Please, Tre, don’t stop.” The firm pressure of his tongue as he keeps his pace sends me spiraling through an ocean of searing magma, drowning me until I’m a floppy, satisfied mess. One look at him, face glistening from feasting on my pussy, and I need him inside me again. I drop my legs from his shoulders and pull him into a kiss so deep, we’re wandering aimlessly in a passionate void, our beating hearts the only sound.
“I’m not done showing you,” he whispers, sweeping his knuckles across my cheek before climbing on the bed next to me. Leaning against the headboard, he pulls me onto his lap, facing him. “I want full access to this,” he says with a rakish bite to his lip, thumb rubbing my nipple. His head dips to suck it into his mouth, and my moan echoes across the room. “And this.” He blesses the other, sending a new pool of heat between my thighs. I’m so turned on by his dick twitching between us, I don’t notice he’s watching me. “Touch me, sweetheart. All you want.”Yes sir. I wrap my fingers around his shaft, teasing him with a slow glide until the muttered wordsfuckandGodslip from his lips. He’s melting in my hands like it’s the first time we’ve ever beentogether, his hips swaying in time with my touch. I’m aching to watch him fall apart, but not like this.
Gripping his shoulders, I adjust to give him entrance. Our eyes lock as he slides into me, an intimacy I didn’t know I craved until now, when blinking feels too long of a separation. My head falls back when our hips fully seat, my desperate whimpers surging with the rocking of his hips.
“Look at me, beautiful.” The rumble from his chest makes me comply with his gentle demand, pinned in place by the devotion in his stare. It feels curated, just for me. He rocks at a glacial pace, the unhurried friction winding me so tight, my hips sway with his to relish the sensation. And it hits me that I have no desire to control what’s happening right now.I’m okay with letting go.With a strong hand on my back, he presses me toward him and gives me a slow, sweeping kiss. “You’re mine, Willa,” he whispers.
I nod, sinking my teeth into my bottom lip.
“Say it.”
The sensual way we’re keeping time, this intimate dance between us, it’s like seeing a world of color after a lifetime in the darkness. “I’m yours.”
“And I protect what’s mine.” He pulls another moan from me when he takes my nipple between his teeth. “Unravel with me, Gem.” He pinches my other nipple, and I cry out, digging my fingers into his shoulders, ready to do anything he says. The tension twists in my core, and he slips a hand between us, circling my clit with his thumb. “Let yourself fall apart.”
I ease out a breathless moan, giving in to his words. “I love you.”
“Always will.” His lips crush mine, and he grips my ass, bucking into me. I’m plummeting, toppling over the edge while my climax rifles through my entire body. He holds me close, whispering my name as he tumbles after me. Synchronized hearts beat while we drift back to reality together.
The energy shift in our lovemaking was absolutely earthshattering, and every word he said remains imprinted on my heart. “That was…” My chest heaves as I try to catch my breath.
“Soul melding,” he whispers, caressing the back of my arm. “Are you okay?”
Nodding, I steal a kiss. It seems like such a silly thing for him to ask after experiencing the divine together. How we just shared the deepest parts of ourselves and he believes I didn’t love every single second is unfathomable.I’m his.
CHAPTER FORTY-EIGHT
WILLA
“Guess what, guess what, guess what!” I rattle off quickly. My hands flap excitedly when I ambush Trevor at the door. He just got home from his overnight work trip to Santa Barbara and barely has time to drop his bags before I drag him to the kitchen. “Look!”
He follows my finger and squints out the window. “Huh. They moved that bulldozer. Guess they really are done with those house?—”
“Notthat!” I jab my finger at the teensiest bud shooting out from the previously barren plant on the windowsill. “I didn’t kill her! Apparently, orchids thrive on neglect because I haven’t touched her in months and she’sblooming!” My cheeks ache from the wide smile on my face until I see him wrinkle his nose.
“About that…” He grins nervously, then presses a kiss to my temple. “I’ve been taking care of her.”
“Wha—when?”
“When you go to bed, usually. I started after Thanksgiving… You didn’t notice the new pot?”
I whip my head back to the pot on the sill that’s definitely purple and filled with holes instead of brown.Damn it! I was so fucking proud of myself for not killing that stupid plant too. Butnooo…Super Dimples saved the day because, of course, he did. Huffing, I trudge past him and flop onto the sofa dejectedly. He follows, sliding me onto his lap once he settles on a cushion. I pout, despite the warmth spreading through me at his casual intimacy. “So you, what? Whispered sweet nothings to her every day and fed her artesian cloud water?”
He throws his head back and laughs. “She’s not that high maintenance.”
“She’s a bitch!” I purse my lips to stifle my giggle, relaxing into him.
“No. She just knows what she likes. Water once a week, a high-quality substrate mixture, indirect sunlight”—he brushes a thumb across my cheek—“room for her roots to do their own thing, space to breathe. Peace and quiet.” He smiles, and by the fluttering in my chest, it’s clear we’re no longer talking about a finicky plant.
“That’s not high maintenance to you?”
“She’s perfect…” His eyes twinkle as he pulls me closer. “Just needed to be understood.”
Our lips barely touch when my damn phone shrills with my assistant’s ringtone. She closed the studio today, so the only reason I answer is to make sure everything’s okay. As soon as I do, her words fly a mile a minute.
“Whoa. Breathe, Emily. It’s fine. I’ll do it. Have fun at the show.” I roll my eyes as I end the call and turn to Trevor. “Emily forgot to set the studio alarm again, so I have to drive over there.” He shifts me onto the cushion next to us and digs in his pocket for his keys. “Tre, no. You just got home and look exhausted. It’ll take me forty-five minutes, tops.”
