“Uh, wow, Trevor,” she said.
He grinned. Such a male. So proud of what he had.
He had a right to be. She couldn’t wait to feel him inside her, bringing her the release she craved.
He leaned against her, giving her free rein to stroke and pet him while he kissed the side of her neck and teased her earlobe with his tongue. And when he pulled the strap of her dress down and kissed that spot between her neck and shoulder, she shivered, so sensitive there that goose bumps broke out on her skin.
He read her body’s responses well, because he lingered there, laving his tongue over that spot, drawing her skin into his mouth, teasing her with his teeth until she tilted her head back, momentarily distracted by what he was doing.
Which gave him the opening to draw the other strap of her dress down, pulling the material over her breasts. He had her bra unhooked and had that removed too before she even noticed what he was doing.
It was like she was in a dreamlike state, as if this weren’t really happening.
But it was, and when he turned her to face him and he said, “Look at you, Haven. So sexy. So beautiful,” she found it kind of hard to believe those words were being said by Trevor.
But the way he looked at her, the way he skimmed his thumbs over her nipples and cupped her breasts, made her gasp. He made her feel beautiful and wanted. And God, she really needed that tonight.
She really needed him tonight. No one else but him.
He pushed her dress off and it pooled into a puddle at her feet. She stepped out of it, leaving her wearing only her pink string-bikini underwear. She took a step back from him so she could pull them off.
“No,” he said, and closed the distance between them. “Let me do that.”
“You know I don’t need romance.”
He quirked a brow at her, then smiled. “Every woman needs romance. Or at least a little seduction.”
“I don’t. I just need sex.” She wasn’t sure if she was trying to convince him, or herself. She just wanted a damn orgasm, while trying to keep her emotions closed off.
He let out a soft laugh. “We’re definitely going to have sex. But how about you let me work out my seduction moves on you first?”
“Why? Are you out of practice?”
He quirked a smile at her. “Maybe. You let me know how I do, okay?”
She was about to object, to let him know it was okay if they just fucked, but the look he gave her was so sincere, she couldn’t help but be moved.
“Okay.”
“Good. You seemed like you were in a hurry. Sex should never be hurried.”
“Sometimes a quickie is good.”
He came toward her, and she couldn’t help but lick her lips in anticipation. He had a body that any woman would want. Tall, broad shoulders, wide chest, lean hips, and a cock just meant to give hours of pleasure, provided a man knew what to do with it.
She hoped he knew what to do with it.
“Yeah, a quickie can be good. But not the first time, Haven.” He bent and grasped the strings of her underwear, slowly dragging them over her hips and down her legs. She held her breath as she watched, especially when he lingered there, breathing her in. Then he stood, wrapped his arms around her, and lifted her, depositing her on her bed, following her down. He loomed over her, laying his palm flat on her rib cage. “The first time a couple has sex, it should last for hours. There’s exploration to be done.”
Oh, God. Maybe this hadn’t been such a good idea.
FOURTEEN
A QUICKIE? WHAT THE HELL. NO WAY WAS TREVOR giving Haven a quick fuck. Not the first time.
He had no idea what was going on in her head, but when she’d first suggested sex in the restaurant, the idea of banging her in the car in the parking lot had rushed into his head, so yeah, maybe a quickie had been on his mind. At least initially.
But this was Haven, and she deserved better, especially since having sex with her had been on his mind a lot.
The thought of fucking her all night long? Now that was more to his liking. Especially now that he had her naked and stretched out in her bed. She smelled good, her body was smoking hot and curved in all the right places, and his cock was rock hard and ready to give her anything she asked for.
Right now, though, it was time to explore. He rested his head in one of his hands, and used the other hand to roam across her rib cage, heading north to start, over her lush, perfect breasts. Her nipples puckered right away, tightening to dark, upturned peaks as he rolled his palms over them. His gaze drifted to her face. She was watching him. He smiled at her.
“It’s okay for you to tell me what you like.”
“I like your hands on me.”
“Do you like a soft touch, like this?” He rolled his thumb over her nipples, achingly slow and easy. Her breasts rose and fell with her hard breaths.