From Enemies to Expecting(31)

“I wasn’t confused.”

His eyelids shuttered closed as she trailed her fingers across his erection. Her touch through his clothes felt like liquid fire, and he nearly came at the thought of her mouth on his flesh. The real thing would probably be the death of him, but he wasn’t going to find out. Not at this moment, anyway.

What she wanted was to stay in control. She wasn’t going to get her wish.

The sound of his zipper sliding open put a little more urgency in that thought. Encircling her wrists, he drew her quick fingers away from his body. “Stop, Trinity. As good as I’m sure that would be, that’s not what I fantasize about.”

Bewilderment marred her face. “Really? Not ever?”

He groaned. “Of course I’ve thought about it. I’m not the Goody Two-shoes you seem to think I am. But neither am I a selfish ass who only thinks about how great it would be to have a woman go down on me.”

“You’d be in a small minority of one,” she muttered. “I have to ask. What in the world do you fantasize about then?”

Now they were talking. He eased her backward on the bed, still holding her wrists, until they hit the bedspread. Nuzzling her neck, he held her hands captive as he lightly sucked on her skin, diabolically pleased with the gasp that burst from her throat.

“I fantasize about being the man you moan for,” he murmured against her skin. “The one who makes you come so many times, you don’t remember what it’s like to be with anyone else. I’m guessing you’ve had a lot of sex in your life, Trinity. But you’ve never been with me before, and I guarantee you this will be nothing like any of those times.”

“So it’s a competition thing?”

That was so not it. But neither did he know how to be someone other than who he was. He liked to feel something inside when he made love to a woman. A connection. His gut told him the surest way to get that with Trinity was to not let her do things the way she always did.

“Is it so difficult to believe that I want to give you a unique experience?”

“When it comes down to a choice between me pleasuring you or the other way around, yeah.” The disbelief in her voice sliced through him, and it scored a place inside he wouldn’t have said she could reach.

As many times as she’d surely gotten naked with a man, had she never had one who cared about her pleasure above his own?

That was not okay.

He lifted his head and released her wrists at the same time in favor of threading her inky hair through his fingers. The thumb he brushed across her cheek put a note of tenderness in the moment that he hadn’t intended...but there it was. “So then I have to ask. What do you fantasize about?”

Something akin to shock zipped across her expression, but she covered it almost immediately. “Making a man come with my mouth.”

He grinned. “How many times have you said that? You must practice in the mirror, because it was impressive how you spit it out without having to think about it. Now give me the real answer. Otherwise, I’m going to have to work my way through all the things I can think of until I figure it out for myself.”

“Maybe that’s what I want,” she said flippantly. “Maybe that’s what I was after all along.”

Yeah, he didn’t think so. The wild uncertainty in her gaze told a different story, one that he should be ashamed he liked so much. But Trinity unsettled and off-kilter might be the sexiest she’d been yet. That was a state he could get into a whole hell of lot more.

He wanted her naked and writhing under him as he gave her orgasm after orgasm until she was so spent, she forgot all about her need for control.

And she was going to like it.





Six

Trinity swallowed as Logan’s big palms engulfed her face. The kiss he laid on her lips had far too much sweetness in it. Like he wanted this thing between them to be real as much as she did.

I want to see the real you.

The request—demand—he’d made when he’d changed her clothes suddenly took on new meaning. Maybe she’d let him see her for reasons she hadn’t fully admitted to herself. Her chest quivered with some nameless, unfathomable emotions. Which was not supposed to be the deal.

She’d given him permission to make this about nothing more than sex. Tried to stick to that herself. She’d practically had his zipper down and her hands on his rock-hard shaft, which she wanted to see with her own two eyes but hadn’t yet, because he’d shifted gears so hard in the other direction, she still didn’t know what had happened.

He’d stopped her from giving him the first of many climaxes.

What was he trying to do to her?