Straddling the Line(20)

Trevor certainly hadn't disappointed. That first kiss, if she'd been  wearing socks, would have knocked them clear off. It was everything  she'd ever thought it would be, and so much more.

He opened the front door and she stepped inside. She didn't make it far,  either, because after he closed the door-without turning on the  lights-he reached for her, pushing her against the wall in the hallway.  And then his fingers tunneled into her hair, his body pressed up against  hers. This kiss was more passionate, more oh-my-God, why hadn't she  asked for it sooner? She laid her palms against his chest, feeling the  fast beat of his heart, the hard plane of muscle, and wanted nothing  more than to feel her naked skin against his. Just the thought of it  weakened her legs.

She had a very good imagination, and she could already envision their  arms and legs tangled together. And as he surged against her, her sex  dampened with anticipation. She moaned, and he flicked his tongue  against hers, his groan answering her growing impatience.

He moved his hands over her body, lifting the back of her dress to run  his fingers over her butt. Everywhere he touched, she tingled, and when  he slid his hand inside her panties, she pulled her lips from his and  locked gazes with him.

His eyes had gone dark, the desire she felt mirrored in the intensity of  his gaze. She traced her fingers over his bottom lip, panting even more  now that he dipped his fingers lower, cupping the globes of her ass,  drawing her toward the heat, the delicious hardness of his erection. He  pressed in, rubbing himself against her clit, and she could swear that  if he did that just a few times, she'd come. It had been too long for  her, and she was pent-up, needy, and ready to explode.

That was all she needed from him. Just a release of the tension that had  been building inside her for what seemed like forever. This wasn't an  emotional connection. She refused to let it be. But she knew Trevor, had  known him a long time. And maybe that was what was making this so much .  . . easier.

At least tonight. And tonight was all she needed from him. Just tonight.

When he swooped her up into his arms and carried her toward her wing,  she refused to feel . . . swept away, refused to let the romanticism of  the gesture sway her. Instead, she focused on his strength, imagining  all that power moving over her, visualizing how it would feel when he  was inside her. She knew he would get her there, and she needed it in a  hurry.         

     



 

So when he stopped at her bedroom, she knew she was ready for him. He  pushed open her door and stood her next to the bed, immediately taking  her mouth in a kiss that was demanding in its urgency. She met him more  than halfway, curling her fingers around the nape of his neck to hold  him there, as if she were afraid that this was all a dream, and she'd  suddenly wake up to find she was imagining it all.

But then he wrapped an arm around her waist and tugged her closer, and  he groaned as their bodies met. She realized this was all oh, so  deliciously real and she needed it to happen right now.

She was in a hurry, and when she slid her hand between them to cup his  erection, she heard his gruff response, reveled in it, and skimmed her  hand inside his shorts and underwear to grasp hold of his more than  sizable shaft.

He helped her by jerking his shorts and underwear to the ground,  stepping out of them, giving her the freedom to wrap her hand fully  around the thickness of him, to gaze unabashedly down at his cock.

"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.

"Yes."

"Or maybe something with a little more . . . intensity-like this." He  caught a nipple between his fingers and pulled, then added some  pressure.

"Oh, shit. Oh, yes. I like that, too."

Her bold response made his balls quiver. He leaned over her and caught a  nipple between his lips and sucked, rewarded with her gasp, then a very  loud moan when he drew her nipple harder into his mouth, increasing the  suction. When she held on to his head, arching her back and demanding  more, he discovered exactly what Haven liked, so he gave the other  nipple the same treatment.

He loved a woman who was vocal, who told him what worked for her and  what didn't. A silent woman was very rarely satisfied, because men  weren't psychic.