Straddling the Line(19)

But she could tell from the smile on his face that he hadn't taken her question seriously.

She wondered if Trevor took anything seriously. Including his career. He  was so . . . laid back, so easygoing, seemingly enjoying everything  about his life and his jobs.

But her question had been a serious one. And she intended to bring it up  again, because she was going to push at him until she got an answer.

TREVOR ENJOYED SEEING THIS SIDE OF HAVEN, WHEN she put on her  journalist's hat and dug deep into her question box, drilling at him  with probing questions.

Sure, he'd avoided her last question. It wasn't like it hadn't been asked of him before, and he'd given his standard pat answer.

But with Haven, he wanted to think about how to respond, because he  wanted to be honest with her. Not with her network, but with her. And he  wasn't ready yet to answer.

He didn't mind her grilling him, though. The fiery passion in her eyes  was nice to see. It breathed life into her face, into every fiber of her  body.

Her mother had been right. He could already see a difference in her.  When she had focus, when she was fired up about something, she was much  happier. He needed to keep that level of drive within her, keep her mind  occupied so she wouldn't dwell on things she couldn't change.

"How's your salmon?" he asked as they ate.

"It's fantastic. Thank you for recommending it. I can see why you eat here so often. How are the scallops?"

"Awesome. Would you like a bite?"

She glanced over at his plate. "I would, actually."

He scooped up a forkful and held it over her plate. She bent and took  the fork between her lips. He caught sight of the flick of her tongue  underneath his fork. Just a small thing, really, but it made his cock  tighten knowing her mouth and her tongue had been on his fork. Her lips  were full and pink and he really wanted to see her tongue wrapped around  his dick.

Resisting the urge to groan, he asked, "How is it?"

Instead, she let out a soft moan, her eyes floating partially closed. "It's delicious."

The sound of her moans, the way her eyes closed in ecstasy, only made his dick twitch and harden more. "Great. That's great."

He grabbed his glass and took a couple of swallows of iced tea, hoping  to douse the flames that were burning him from the inside out.         

     



 

"Would you like a bite of my salmon?" She held a forkful up to him.

He shook his head. "No, thanks. I've had it before. I know how good it  is." And if she kept leaning into him like that, letting him breathe in  her citrusy scent, he was going to drag her off her chair and bury his  tongue in her mouth right there in the middle of the restaurant.

And now he was hard and uncomfortable and thinking about fucking Haven.  While she was completely oblivious to his discomfort while she enjoyed  her dinner.

Clearly this whole attraction thing was one-sided, and he was an idiot.

HAVEN CAUGHT THE NOT-SO-SUBTLE WAY TREVOR had been looking at her over  dinner. A woman would have to be blind and stupid not to notice when a  man was attracted to her, and Haven was neither.

In college, she'd have been giddy over the prospect of a guy like Trevor  wanting her. Now, it presented a problem. A huge, complicated problem.  On the one hand, she'd love to explore a sexual relationship with him.  Or, hell, even one night of awesome sex. But that would simply kill her  objectivity on this project, and that was what she'd been struggling  with.

Then again, she was ridiculously sexually attracted to him right now.  And she could still be objective about this assignment, couldn't she? So  even if they did it, they could still work together. Or maybe she was  rationalizing the hell out of wanting to sleep with him.

She could just go about this in an adult way and have a discussion with  him about the pros and cons of them jumping into bed together. Then  again, Trevor was a man with a penis, and she was certain he'd want to  go for it, damn the consequences. Penises tended to take charge when it  came to sex, and everyone knew a penis had a one-track mind. Of course,  her vagina was currently doing all the thinking in this situation, and  it wasn't being very rational at the moment, either.

She was overthinking this. So typical for her. Why couldn't she just  shut down her brain and let herself feel, then go with her feelings?

Because she'd closed off her feelings, for her own self-preservation.  Opening up that wall she'd so firmly shut down was unthinkable.

Not yet. She couldn't.

Sex didn't have to be emotional, though. It could just be physical. Fun and dirty and a release she so desperately needed.

"You've gone quiet over there," Trevor said after Lauren removed their dinner plates.

She finished her tea and nodded. "I've been thinking."

He smiled. "About more probing questions?"

It was time to put all her cards on the table. She was tired of thinking  and not doing anything about it. "No. Actually, I was thinking about  sex."

She could have laughed at his stunned expression. He looked around. "I  don't think we're going to get into my sex life in this interview."

Now she did laugh. "Uh, no. That wasn't exactly what I was thinking  about. It was more about-" Now she looked around, then leaned next to  him. "You and me having sex."

Trevor signaled for Lauren. When she hurried over, he said, "We need the check. Now."





THIRTEEN




"YOU PICKED A HELL OF A TIME TO BRING UP HAVING sex, Haven," Trevor  said, his fingers in a death grip on the steering wheel as he drove the  highway toward his house. "I might crash the damn car."

She laughed. "You will not. And I didn't mean we need to have sex right now. I was just . . . pondering."

He shot her a quick glance before turning his gaze firmly back to the  bridge. "Well, now the idea is in my head. So you need to decide if  that's what you want."

"Of course it's what I want. That's why I was thinking about it. But we can talk about it, if you'd like."

"This is going to be the longest drive I've ever taken. And I don't want  to talk about it. I definitely want to have sex with you. Unless you  have reservations."

"I do have reservations. We're working together. If we have sex, it could compromise our working relationship."

"You think I won't take you seriously as a journalist if I fuck you."

She appreciated how blunt he was. Also, him just saying the words out loud made her body go up in flames. "Yes."

"One doesn't have anything to do with the other. We're doing an  interview together. What we do during our off time is irrelevant. You're  still contracted to ask me questions, follow me around, and do the  bio."

"That's true."

"And I'm contracted to answer your questions-at least the ones I feel like answering."

She laughed. "So I've noticed."         

     



 

He reached across the center console and laid his hand on her leg. The  heat of his touch sent a shock wave of sensation through her body.  "Don't do anything you don't feel comfortable doing, Haven."

She laid her hand over his. "If I weren't comfortable, Trevor, I wouldn't have brought it up. I want this. I want you."

She heard his deep intake of breath.

"I want you, too."

"Then let's do this."

He pressed down on the gas pedal and her lips curved into a smile.

"Try not to get a speeding ticket, okay?"

"I'll try."

In twenty minutes, they pulled into his driveway. Haven unbuckled her seat belt and reached for the handle of the door.

"Just . . . wait," Trevor said.

She did, surprised when he came over to her side of the car. He opened  the door, reached for her hand, and pulled her from the car. When he  shut the door, she only had a second to take a breath before he cupped  the side of her neck, wrapped his arm around her waist, and tugged her  close.

"I've been thinking about doing this ever since you got here."

His lips covered hers in a kiss that devastated her senses, turning her world haywire.

It was a soft, exploratory kiss, unbalancing her. Trevor brushed his  lips back and forth across hers, and when the tip of his tongue flicked  against her mouth, she opened, giving him entrance.

He tasted like after-dinner mints and delicious, hot promise. His mouth  was soft and yet hard, masculine. Arousal flamed to life and pulsed a  steady beat throughout her body, making her aware of every part of her  body-and of Trevor's as well.

He backed her against the car, his body pressing into hers. She felt  every inch of hard muscle as he moved against her, cupping her butt to  pull her closer to the raging heat that seemed to pour off him until she  wasn't sure if it was her, him, or the car.

But judging from her moans and his groans, she was pretty sure the two  of them generated a lot more heat than the vehicle. And when he tore his  lips from hers and murmured something about moving this inside, she had  no objection, just followed mutely along like she was living in some  kind of dream.

Maybe this was a dream, because she'd definitely fantasized about doing this with him for a long time.