Page 49 of Digit's Deflection
LIORA
My tummy flips, like it does on a roller coaster ride, as Treven lifts me in his arms, moving quickly toward the bedroom. Misjudging the gap, he accidentally bumps my shoulder against the doorframe.
“Ouch.”
“Shit, sorry, princess. I didn’t mean to do that.”
“I didn’t think you did,” I reply, rubbing where he caught me.
“I’ll have to kiss it better for you,” Treven says, quite seriously.
I don’t mean to, but just something about the way he says it and the earnest expression on his face makes me giggle. And once I get started, it escalates, and I can’t stop. To the point I can’t breathe.
He drops me on the bed, and I bounce a couple times, making me laugh even harder. Following me down onto the mattress, Treven tickles me, adding to my mirth. I wriggle to get away from his marauding fingers and roll off the edge of the bed to land in an undignified heap on the floor.
When his head pops over the edge of the bed and he asks if I’m okay, I just come completely unglued. I’m laughing sohard, tears are streaming down my face, and my nose is actually running. I must look a hot mess.
“You look pretty cozy down here, so I thought I’d join you,” he jokes, lowering himself beside me.
It takes long minutes before I can pull myself together and form a coherent sentence. I wipe my eyes and focus on Treven’s face. The handsome face that matured from a good-looking boy. The boy who captured my heart, and the man who’s captivated my soul. And find myself tumbling further in love with him.
In the short time we’ve been back in each other’s lives, he’s shown me in a million little ways what a good man he is. Sure, there’s the dark side that few get to see, his teammates of the handful that do, but his heart’s in the right place.
I cup his face in my hands, lean forward, and kiss him with all the pent-up love and emotion of the past twelve years. I pour it all into the kiss, trying to show him how I feel. At first, he lets me lead the kiss but, before long, he tucks me under him and rolls me to my back, him resting on his arms above me.
His face serious once more, Treven stares deep into my eyes. “I love you, Liora. I have loved you since we were children in kindergarten – from that very first day you arrived at class, with your frilly pink dress and those buckled shoes, little blonde pigtails.
“You running away didn’t even make a dent in how I felt. Every blonde that I spotted always had the potential to be you, until it turned out it wasn’t. I never stopped searching. I looked for you everywhere I went.”
Tears fill my eyes. It’s already been an emotionally ladened day, but his words are like a hand turning the faucet open. One would have thought with all the crying I’ve done today, the last time not even five minutes ago, you’d think there’d be no more left. But no, they keep coming.
“God, I feel so crappy. I spent so many years being angry at you. I thought you’d stopped looking for me. Written me off. And when I got over being mad at you, I mourned for you, what we’d had, the times we’d shared. I wish I could go back and change things.”
“Well, we’re here now, and life’s too short to waste on regrets. Let’s promise to wring all the joy and enjoyment out of each moment, make the most of every single second we have together, and to build the most amazing life for ourselves.”
“Yes. Yes, let’s do that,” I say, peppering his face with kisses.
Treven reaches for the first button on my blouse, undoing it with great care. When he’s done, he separates the two halves and sits back on his haunches to let his gaze roam over my semi-naked torso. With a single finger he traces a line from collarbone to nipple, before tweaking it between thumb and forefinger, the little bud peaking beneath his touch.
“Sit up, princess. Let’s get your clothes off.”
With controlled haste, Treven removes my clothing in record speed before doing the same with his own. Sliding a hand into my hair, he cradles the sides of my head between his large palms. As his head lowers, my lips part for him, and his tongue sweeps in, stroking mine.
God, this man makes my senses swim.
Treven tilts his head, deepening the kiss. And in response, I suck softly on his tongue, making him groan. Is it possible to combust from the heat of a kiss? Because if it is, I’m going up in flames, right here on the hotel floor. My core tightens as Treven’s hands gently explore my body, turning me into a panting mess of desire.
Molding his hand to my breast as if he’s absorbing the shape and feel of me, he experimentally scrapes a thumbnail over first one tightly beaded nipple, and then the other, before lowering his head to take a pouting peak into his mouth.
When Treven’s lips enclose the stiffened bud, I shiver at the sensation of his stroking tongue over my naked skin, shifting restlessly, unable to stop a moan from escaping. He soothes me with tiny butterfly kisses across my chest, his hand gliding toward the juncture of my thighs.
His mouth working its magic at my breast, I feel his hand begin to knead my thigh, moving higher with each stroke. Until finally, I feel the back of his fingers brush against my aching clit, and his touch has me crying out as need floods my body. A need for him to touch, taste, soothe this almost unbearable ache. I can’t remember a time I have ever felt need for a man quite like this. With this intensity
The firm pressure of Treven’s thumb on my clit has me arching into his touch. Between the pull of his mouth and the friction of his very talented thumb, I can feel that need deepen. But it’s when he works two fingers into my tight, wet channel an orgasm slams into me quite unexpectedly.
My body bows, the muscles of my pussy clamp down on Treven’s fingers like a clenched fist. And I can’t bite back my cry of pleasure – not even if my life depended on it.
The pleasure is so intense, I barely notice Treven removes his finger from my body. That is, until he pushes that delicious, rock-hard dick of his into me, ever so slowly. He groans, long and low, as he eases into me, and I thrill at how much he fills me up.
