I keep my eyes on hers, loving how expressive they are. “I read in an article that said having a long second toe is normal.”
“You did not. You’re just saying that to make me feel better.”
“Did too. I’ll find the article and forward it to you.” I lower her foot to the bed and pick up the other one.
A smile threatens the corner of her mouth, but she holds it back. “Why are you doing that?”
“Doing what? Giving you a massage, or trying to convince you that your feet aren’t gross?”
“Both.” She shrugs. “You could just devour me. I don’t need all the extra stuff.”
There are a hundred different answers I could give her, but I decide to go with the truth, because that’s what a girl like Claire deserves.
“Maybe I want all the extra stuff. Maybe I want to take it slow because all I’ve thought about today is touching you. I’ve thought about this moment for years, and I want to do it right. I want to worship every inch of your body. As for your toes, nothing about you is gross—far from it. In fact, I think you’re the most beautiful woman I’ve ever seen, and I wouldn’t change a single thing about you—including your freakishly long second toe.”
She narrows her eyes. “You don’t have a weird foot fetish, do you?”
I smile. “Not at all. I’ve never touched a woman’s foot until yours tonight.”
“Really?”
I nod, moving my hands up her calf. “There are a lot of things I’ve never done with a woman that I find myself wanting to do with you.”
“Like what?”
“Different conversation for a different day, sweetheart, because right now all I can concentrate on is kissing every inch of this creamy skin.”
I trail my lips up her calf, and when I make it to the soft spot behind her knee, Claire shudders.
“I have lots and lots of skin.”
“Then I better get started.”
I gently push my thumbs into the sides of her calf, moving them in slow circles. With a firm grip, I slide my hands over her knee, and the farther up her thigh I get, the more labored her breathing becomes.
“This could take all night,” she moans as I knead the delicate skin.
“I’ve got nowhere to be.”
I spend the next five minutes torturing her, massaging her. She watches my every move while I watch her, enamored with the breathy little moans coming out of her mouth.
Cupping my hands around her thigh, I slide them up her leg, this time pushing higher until I sneak below the hem of her shorts. I brush my thumb against her inner thigh and watch as Claire’s breath hitches.
Her chest is heaving, and if my cock gets any harder, it’s going to explode. Claire’s knees fall open, and while I want nothing more than to rip her panties off and sink myself into her tight, warm heat, she deserves so much more.
I’ve closed my eyes, trying to slow myself down, when I feel her hand on mine.
I look up, my eyes meeting hers. She blinks and looks down at our hands on her inner thigh, and ever so slowly she guides my hand, pushing it until my fingers meet the edge of her underwear.
No words are needed. Everything she wants from me is written across her face. She’s screaming at me to give her what she wants.
Please, Trevor. Touch me.
Claire
I can’t believe I’m doing this, practically begging a man to touch me.
Oh, wait. Yes, I can, because that man is Trevor, and his magical hands are eliciting all sorts of sensations, and while I love the massage, I simply can’t wait another second to feel his hands on other parts of my body.
Pulling my bottom lip into my mouth, I look down at him. One second he’s watching me, as though he’s warring with himself about what to do, and the next he’s reaching for my shorts, pulling them down my legs with my panties, and tossing them to the side.
“Open.” He shoulders his way between my legs, hooks his arms under my thighs, and buries his face against me.
“Shit.” I moan, pushing my fingers into the short strands of his silky hair, holding him to me.
Wrapping his lips around my clit, Trevor sucks the tight ball of nerves into his mouth, and my hips buck against his face. Each swipe of his tongue pushes me closer and closer to the edge.
“You taste so damn good, Claire.” His words, spoken against my flesh, send vibrations through my body, and I grind myself against him.
The sight of Trevor’s big body between my thighs, his mouth on me, is almost too much, but I force myself to watch because I don’t want to miss a single second of what happens between us tonight.
Trevor pushes two fingers deep inside of me, curling them at just the right angle. Every nerve ending fires at once, and I dig my heels into the mattress, holding on to his head for dear life.
“That’s it,” he coaxes. “So damn sexy. You taste like heaven.” He ends his verbal ministrations with a flick of his tongue against my clit, and that combination sends me hurtling into orgasmic bliss. I come, loud and long, and when the final tremor ripples through me, Trevor lifts his head from between my legs.
His smile is arrogant and sexy.
My eyes drift shut, and I know there’s a lazy, sated grin gracing my lips as Trevor climbs up my body, leaving the sweetest little kisses along the way. His lips graze my inner thighs, my belly, the swells of my breasts, my neck, and when he reaches my mouth, he kisses me there too.
“You moan a lot when my face is between your legs.”
“Mmm…” I hum, loving the feel of his five o’clock shadow against my jaw.
“Makes me wonder what other noises I could get you to make.”
I grin up at him, open my eyes, and press myself against his erection. “There’s only one way to find out.”
Trevor’s smile falls. “I don’t have a condom.”
Trevor Allen doesn’t have a condom? Now that’s something I thought I’d never hear. “Really?”
“I didn’t come here tonight to sleep with you, Claire. I came here to talk.” He sounds a little put off, and I feel bad because I didn’t mean to upset him.
I cup his face in my hands and bring his mouth to mine. The kiss is sweet and simple, an apology of sorts. “I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have said that. It’s just…” Crap. I grimace. “I’m aware of the lifestyle you live and—”
Trevor’s body goes rigid atop mine. “And what lifestyle is that?”
“I don’t know…” I shrug, struggling to find a good way to explain it without offending him, which I’ve already done. “Women flock to you. Every time I see you at Dirty Dicks, you’ve got someone new hanging on your arm. You don’t do relationships, and I’ve never seen you with the same girl twice. What am I supposed to think?”
A stark pain flashes in his eyes. “Geez, Claire. I’m not a manwhore.”
Guilt slices through my chest. He tries to pull back, but I don’t let him. “I know you’re not. I know that. I’m sorry, okay? I shouldn’t have assumed you’d have a condom with you. That wasn’t fair of me. Please,” I beg, running my fingers over his back. “Forgive me. I can barely think around you, let alone talk.”
Trevor takes a deep breath and blows it out. “I haven’t been with a woman in months. Probably close to a year if I were keeping track.”
Wow. I had no idea. But now that I think about it, I’ve seen him at the bar with women, but I haven’t actually seen him leave with anyone in a long time.
“Why?”
He shrugs. “Guess I’m ready for something more than meaningless sex…and I was waiting for the right girl.”
My heart stutters to a stop inside my chest before kick-starting into high gear. “And me…am I the right girl?”
Trevor’s eyes soften. With a thoughtful smile, he rubs his thumb along my lower lip. “Claire.” He whispers my name so delicately, like he could break it. “You’re the only girl.”
“Trevor.” Curling my hand around his neck, I pull his forehead to mine. “I don’t kn
ow what to say. No one has ever said anything like that to me before.”
“You don’t have to say anything, just let me love you.”
I reach for the nightstand beside my bed, but it’s too far away. “There’s a condom in the top drawer.”
“Yeah?”
I nod.
29
Claire
Trevor scoots off the bed, removes his clothes, and slides the condom over his cock. I sit up, and when he reaches for the hem of my shirt, I lift my arms, and he peels it off. The flimsy material lands somewhere on the floor.
Grinning, he leans down and kisses me. I can taste myself on his lips, and it turns me on. His tongue sweeps into my mouth with long, delicious strokes, and when he pulls back, his eyes are dark.
“Can you lay back for me, sweetheart?”
With one fist pressed into the mattress so he can hold himself up, Trevor moves his free hand between my thighs. His fingers push between my folds. I gasp, arching my back as he pushes them deep inside.
“Claire,” he says, lowering his mouth to mine. He trails his lips across my cheek, stopping at my ear. “Please lay back. I need to get inside of you, baby, and I can’t do it in this position.”
With his hand between my legs, I lay back against the bed, and Trevor follows me down. He hovers over me and rubs his cock along my slit.
“You’re so beautiful.”
I lift my hips, groaning when he pulls his fingers out. Trevor props himself up on his elbows and looks down at me. The light from the moon filters through the window, bathing him in a dull glow as he brushes the hair from my face.
“I love you, Claire.”
I run my fingers over his cheek and push them into his hair. Curling my fingers around his head, I pull his face close to mine until our breath is mingling. “I love you, too, Trevor.”
He rocks his hips, grinding himself against me. I raise my hips, meeting his. The friction is almost too much, but not quite enough, and I swear he’s going to kill me.
Death by anticipation.
“Please, Trevor.”
Lifting his hips, he positions himself at my entrance, and I let my knees fall apart.
“That’s it, Claire. Open up for me, sweetheart.” In one gentle stroke, he sinks inside of me. Bracing his arms on either side of my head, he pulls out and pushes back in.
“Damn, you feel good.”
“Oh…” Nothing has ever felt this amazing, and I’m not just talking about the way he fills me. It’s his muscular body pushing mine against the mattress, the feel of his heart beating against my chest. It’s the look of longing in his eyes.
It’s the way he loves me.
“You’re so tight, Claire. I don’t know how long I’m going to last.”
His hips are moving, dragging his throbbing cock in and out of my body. I rock my hips, meeting him thrust for thrust.
Trevor pushes his hand between our sweaty bodies. His thumb finds my clit, swollen and tender, and rubs in tight circles, with just the right amount of pressure. Within seconds he has me teetering on the edge of my second orgasm.
“Oh, Trevor.” Pressure builds between my thighs, unfurling a heat low in my belly. My nails bite into his skin as his thrusts bring me closer and closer to the edge. Every muscle in my body contracts. I try to hold it in and savor it, but the feeling is too intense, and my body explodes. Heat blooms in my belly and spreads through my veins. My body trembles beneath Trevor’s, and I wrap my arms around his back and hold him to me.
Gripping my ass, Trevor lifts my hips and slams into me one final time. A guttural moan pulls from somewhere deep in his chest, and when both of our bodies stop trembling, he kisses me gently.
“I would say that was worth the wait, wouldn’t you?” he says, rolling off of me. He removes his condom, tosses it in the trash, and crawls back into bed beside me.
I settle myself in the crook of his arm and lay my head against his chest. Everything about this feels natural and right, and I can’t believe we spent so many years apart when we could’ve had this. “I wish we’d done it sooner.”
He laughs, pulling me tighter against his chest. “You and me both.”
This is about the time things usually start to get awkward with a guy. One of us is trying to figure out a way to make a run for it, but with Trevor it’s different. We both seem content to lay here in each other’s arms.
I drag my finger over his nipple, swirling it around. “Say it again,” I whisper.
Trevor’s callused fingertips run the length of my spine. “Say what again?”
“What you said earlier.” I want to hear those three words so bad.
“You’re so tight?”
Laughing, I slap at his chest. “No, not that. Before that.”
“Damn, you feel good?”
I shake my head, grinning because what we were doing did feel damn good. Better than good. It felt great and perfect, and it was everything I’d hoped it would be and more.
So much more.
Trevor hooks his arms underneath mine and pulls me on top of him. “That’s it. Open up for me, sweetheart,” he whispers against my ear.
“Come on,” I whine. “You know what I’m talking about.”
I can tell by the shit-eating grin on his face that he knows exactly what I’m asking for, but he’s playing hard to get.
“Babe, we just had mind-blowing sex, and all I can think about are your pussy and tits and that perfect mouth of yours, so I’m going to need you to be a little more specific.”
I decide to switch tactics. Straddling his hips, I reach across the bed for another condom. Trevor doesn’t say a word when I grab his cock and roll the condom on. Lifting myself up, I guide him to my entrance. I rub the head along my slit and then lower myself until I’m fully seated. He’s deeper in this position than he was earlier. I can feel his erection hitting my cervix, and for some reason, I find that satisfying.
Running his hands up my thighs, Trevor wraps them around my hips and guides me over him in slow, rhythmic circles.
Splaying my fingers across his chest, I look down. My hair falls forward, acting as a curtain around us. Lowering my body to his, I kiss him gently once, twice, and a third time.
“I love you, Trevor Allen,” I say.
Trevor palms the back of my head, tangling his fingers in my hair to keep me from moving. “I love you, too, Claire Daniels. More than you’ll ever know.”
30
Claire
The smell of bacon pulls me awake. I stretch my arms above my head and roll toward the other side of my bed. The sheets are still warm from Trevor’s body, and I press my face into the pillow he used and close my eyes as I remember all of the delicious things he did to me last night. My muscles are sore, along with the other parts of my body, and for the first time in as long as I can remember, I’m not looking forward to going to work. I’d like to stay here with Trevor and his magic fingers and his tongue and his mouth and his hard body, and everything. I just want everything.
Smiling like a goofball, I scoot to the side of the bed and sit up. I need to get my lazy ass into the shower, but my bones feel like jelly, and the smell of breakfast cooking in the other room is too enticing. I pick up Trevor’s shirt and slip it over my head. Shoving my feet into a pair of slippers, I trudge into the bathroom and brush my teeth. Then I run a comb through my hair in a poor attempt to tame my wild locks, because the last thing I want to do is scare Trevor after our first night together.
I’m rounding the corner of the hallway when I hear him talking.
“Do you like bacon? Here, try a piece.”
I freeze, wondering who in the world he could be talking to. Peeking my head around the corner, I smile at the sight in front of me. Trevor is standing in front of the stove in nothing but his boxer briefs with Milo perched in one arm.
Dear Lord, he looks sexy holding my dog. He looks even sexier cooking in my kitchen. Add the two together and ovary explosion. Propping my hip against the wall, I
cross one leg over the other and watch him move. Every few minutes, he feeds Milo a bite, and she’s more than happy to take whatever he’s offering.
Trevor shifts Milo higher onto his chest. Her little chin rests on his shoulder, and if I didn’t know she was blind, I’d swear she was looking at me and saying, Back off, he’s mine.
“Are you going to stand there and watch or what?”
Smiling, I step into the kitchen. “How did you know I was watching you?”
Trevor turns around and puts Milo on the floor. She jumps around at his feet, trying to get him to pick her back up, and I don’t feel at all sorry when I nudge her out of the way so I can step into his arms.
“I’ve always been able to tell when you walk into a room.”
“Oh yeah?”
Trevor lowers his mouth to my neck and places a soft kiss below my ear. “Call it lover’s intuition.”
I tilt my head to the side, making room for him. “We haven’t always been lovers.”
I feel Trevor smile against my skin. “Tell my dick that.”
Laughing, I push him away and walk toward the stove. “What’s for breakfast?”
“Bacon and eggs. I hope you don’t mind scrambled.”
“Not at all. It smells amazing.” I grab some plates and put them on the table. Trevor’s already got two cups of steaming coffee waiting for us. “I didn’t know you could cook.”
He puts a generous helping of eggs and bacon on each plate and pulls a chair out for me. He doesn’t sit until I sit, and I find myself smiling because my dad used to do that for my mom.
“I love to cook.”
“Did your mom teach you?” I ask, shoving a bite into my mouth.
“Nope.” He bites off a chunk of bacon. “I learned at the firehouse. We take turns cooking meals. I’m usually in charge of dinner, but I can whip up just about anything. How about you? Do you cook?”
I snort. “If by cook you mean heat up a frozen meal or park myself at my mom’s dinner table, then yes, I cook all the time.”
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