Secret Moves(31)

Even after his climax, he continued to feel good—a different kind of good—a deeper, more satisfied good that he'd never felt with anyone before.

He didn't want to leave her arms while her hands were gently stroking his back.

A pang of regret intruded his blissful state. No doubt in a few days, they would be moving on. He sighed deeply and gave Kris a longing kiss on her neck, then got up to discard the condom.

As he walked into the bathroom, something nagged him. He was afraid. Afraid of what, though?

He stared at his reflection in the mirror. There were two things that scared him about being in a relationship: One, that he might be just like his mother—unable to commit to a "forever" with the same woman, and two, that he might get hurt again if he allowed himself to fall in love.

He swallowed hard. After tonight, he might as well be honest with himself. When it came to Kris, it was the latter that scared the crap out of him.





CHAPTER TWELVE





Kris' pleasant dreaming was interrupted by a ringing phone.

"Hey, Dyl," a drowsy male voice next to her said. She grinned, wakefulness slowly seeping through. She was in Trey's bed. She'd stayed the night.

"Why?" Trey was saying. "Oh, okay…No, give me an hour…Yes…No. An hour…See you."

She snuggled up against him as he placed his phone back on the bedside table. "Are you having a meeting with Dylan?" she asked.

"Yeah, he's coming here in an hour to discuss a bid we just received for one of our apps," he answered, putting his arms around her and giving her a kiss on the lips. "Morning."

"Morning," she replied.

Trey stared at her, his expression one of wonder and tenderness.

"What?" she asked, placing a hand on his cheek.

He shook his head and kissed her palm before gathering her close and kissing her softly on the lips.

She pressed her body against his, wrapping her arms and legs around him. Before long, they were devouring each other's mouths.

They didn't exchange any more words. Instead, they traded kisses and touches and moans, and brought each other to climax yet again.





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"We better get up. Dylan will be here soon," Trey murmured in her ear.

"Okay," she said, kissing him soundly before languidly getting out of bed and heading for the bathroom.

As she took a shower, her mind replayed the night they had together. The sex, just like their first night, was fantastic. Some people said you could tell if a man was good in bed by the way he danced. That myth had been busted. There was no way anyone could equate Trey's sexual performance with his dancing abilities. They were on the opposite sides of the spectrum.

She sighed contentedly as her mind circled around something that seemed different last night. She could swear there was a deeper, unspoken connection between her and Trey that wasn't there before. Perhaps it was from knowing a little bit more of each other from their conversation in the restaurant during dinner.

Her mind went back to Trey's relationship with his mum. It was clear he wasn't happy with his mother getting married again. He even considered her a gold-digger.

Her heart thudded hard in her chest. Was that where his hang-ups with women came from? Did he think girls would only be interested in his wealth? She knew Ari encountered similar problems with Dylan about that very issue when they had just started going out. Perhaps Trey had the same worry?

She must remember to fish more information out of Ari when she got the chance. The more she knew, the more she would understand him and discover why he chose to steer clear of relationships. She wanted to know what it would take for him to change his mind.

She smiled wryly at herself. Here she was again, wanting to turn a playboy into a committed man. She pushed that thought aside as she briskly dried herself with Trey's soft, fluffy towel. She didn't want to ruin her good mood with thoughts of her past or anxiety about the future.

As she got dressed, she mentally reminded herself to bring an overnight bag the next time she saw Trey. That would be okay, wouldn't it? She hoped he wouldn't think she was being presumptuous if she did, but she disliked wearing clothes she'd already worn the day before.

When she was ready, she went out to look for Trey and found him in the kitchen, freshly showered and making coffee.

"Next time, you should just join me in your shower rather than use the guest bathroom," she said to him as she sat on a bar stool by the breakfast nook.

Trey grinned and kissed her forehead as he placed a steaming mug in front of her. "I thought about it, but decided it wasn't a good idea. We could easily spend another hour there together and Dylan could walk in on us."

"Walk in?" she asked, sipping from her cup. Hmm. He made her coffee just the way she liked it, and it gave her a warm and fuzzy feeling.