“Okay.”
Brad closed his briefcase, then turned to Haven. “It was great meeting you, Haven.”
“You, too, Brad.”
Trevor walked him to the door, then came back. Haven leaned against the table and crossed her arms.
“What?” he asked.
“You didn’t even read whatever it was he asked you to sign.”
Trevor waited a few beats before answering her. “Oh. I’d already gone over those contracts in Brad’s office. I knew what they were.”
“Still. Don’t you think you should have read them over to make sure no changes were made?”
“Nah. I trust Brad. We’ve been together since I started my career. If there’d been changes, he would have told me.”
“I know it’s not my business, Trevor, but really, that’s not a good idea. You should always read anything before you sign it.”
He came over and swept his hand down her arm, then clasped his fingers with hers. “Thanks for looking out for me, Haven, but really, the contract was fine. And so is Brad.”
She shrugged. “If you say so.” She untangled her hand from his and picked up her phone. “I need to go change for dinner.”
“Yeah, me too.”
She went upstairs and took a shower, did her hair and makeup and put on a pair of capris and a tank, then chose a sheer long-sleeved button-down blouse to put over it. She slipped into her shoes and went downstairs.
Trevor was already there, wearing cargo pants and a short-sleeved shirt that hugged his well-muscled chest.
She sighed in appreciation. “You look good.”
He smiled and came over to her, picked up her hand, and kissed the back of it. “And you look gorgeous.”
He tugged her close and kissed her, wrapping an arm around her waist to pull her against him, making her wish they were staying in tonight instead of going out. Just the feeling of his body pressed tight to hers, and the taste of his lips and tongue as he moved his mouth expertly over hers, ignited a fire inside her that demanded to be extinguished.
But she knew they had somewhere else to be, so she laid her palms on his chest and broke the kiss. “If you keep that up, we’re not going to make it to dinner at your coach’s house tonight.”
His eyes gleamed hot with desire, the evidence of that in his erection that brushed against her. “Is that a bad thing?”
She shuddered against him. “For me? No. For you? Probably.”
He sighed. “Okay. I’ll just drive with a hard-on.”
“You’re not the only one turned on here, you know.”
He fished a condom out of one of the many pockets in his pants. “We could have a quickie. I could make you come in a hurry.”
She cocked a brow. “You think you’re that good?”
He lifted her onto the kitchen counter. “I know I am.”
In seconds, her shoes were on the floor and he’d tugged off her capris and her underwear. She’d thought about objecting, but she’d ignited in a hurry with the way he’d kissed her and held her, and she wanted this as much as he did.
She’d missed him last night, and it was ridiculous to deny herself such great sex. As long as she was clear about where this was headed between them—which was nowhere—she could put that lock firmly back on her heart and at least enjoy the chemistry between them.
So when he spread her legs and put his mouth on her sex, she was more than ready. She leaned back on her elbows and draped her legs over his shoulders, giving him access and letting herself fall under his spell.
He was right to be so confident. His lips and tongue performed magic, and she was there in seconds, delightful pleasure building to a fast crescendo. Her orgasm was a fast rush of intensity, a welcome release that made her quiver and moan, her body shaking as it felt like every part of her body had lit up as she climaxed.
Trevor pulled her off the counter, then turned her around and bent her over it. He unzipped his pants and put on the condom, then entered her with a quick thrust. She was wet, throbbing, waiting for him, welcoming him with a whimper as he drove into her.
He grasped her hips and pushed into her, then retreated, doing it again and again until all she could feel was him—every inch of him—thick and swelling inside her as he rushed to his own release.
She reached down to rub her clit, wanting to go again, knowing she could because the way he pumped into her drove her into a frenzy of need.
“You going to come for me, Haven?”
“Yes. I need this.”
She was there—right there, and he eased out, slowing his pace, giving her the few minutes she needed to reach her orgasm. She thrust back against him and cried out when she released, this time so much better because he was inside her. She felt him, squeezed him, her body pulsing around him as she came.