She flicks the front clasp of her bra. The flimsy material falls away, leaving me with the most breathtaking view in the entire world. Everything about Claire is beautiful. Her creamy skin, the soft curve of her hip, the seductive look in her emerald eyes. I swallow hard, my eyes bouncing around her body as I try to figure out which part of her I want to explore first.
“Scoot back, Trevor.”
I lift a brow, but do as she asks. Reaching across the bed, I snag a condom from the nightstand and scoot back on the bed.
“Come here, Claire. Let me make love to you,” I say, holding out my hand.
She laces her fingers with mine and crawls onto the bed. Straddling my hips, she puts both hands on my chest, pressing me back against the pillows.
“I thought you’d never ask,” she says.
Taking the condom from my hand, she rips the foil, slides it over my shaft, and tosses the wrapper. With her hands still on my chest, she lifts her hips. I guide my cock to her entrance, and inch by inch, she welcomes me into her body.
“You feel incredible,” I whisper, never taking my eyes off hers.
She tilts her head back. Her hair cascades down, tickling the tops of my thighs. I grip her hips, guiding her over my cock, slowly at first so I can savor the feel of her body on mine.
Nothing has ever felt anything like this, emotionally or physically. Our connection is so much more powerful than I gave it credit for.
Making love to Claire is like taking a dip in the quarry on a hot summer day, or curling up next to a fire on a frigid winter night. It’s refreshing and comforting. It’s like coming home.
Claire rolls her hips. She lifts up, only to drop back down, repeating the process several times. My grunts grow louder with each stroke as I slam my hips into her, pleasure just out of reach.
Squeezing a hand between our slick bodies, Claire finds her clit.
“Fuck,” I moan. “That’s hot, but this orgasm is mine, baby.” I push her hand away, replacing it with my own. Pressing a thumb to her clit, I rub in tight circles.
“Oh God, Trevor.”
My movements speed up, along with Claire’s breathing. Her breasts bounce heavily in front of my face, and I capture a nipple with my lips, sucking it deep into my mouth. I flick it with my tongue, and Claire’s pussy contracts around my cock.
I suck harder, rub faster, and Claire’s body explodes.
“Trevor.” The sound of my name on her lips pushes me over the edge, and my orgasm slaps into me with enough force to blur my vision.
She collapses on top of me while we catch our breath, and when I’m sure we’re both going to survive, I wrap an arm around her waist and flip us over. Lowering myself to my elbows, I hold Claire’s head in my hands.
I run my finger along her jaw, over her lips and smile. “Nothing has ever felt as good as it feels to make love to you.” She swallows, her eyes growing increasingly glossy. “It’s like you were made me for me, Claire, and I don’t want what just happened between us to ever end.”
“It doesn’t have to.”
“That’s what I’m hoping for.” I kiss the tip of her nose and slide off of her.
I’ve got one hand tucked behind my head—because I feel like a king with Claire lying on my chest—and the other curved possessively around her hip.
“Trevor?”
“Hmmm?”
“Don’t let me fall asleep,” she murmurs.
“Why not? I’d love for you to stay. I could even give you the official tour.”
“I’d like that.” She blinks up at me, a sleepy smile on her face. “But Milo is at home alone.”
“Rest, Claire. Don’t worry about Milo. I’ll take care of her.”
38
Claire
One minute I’m having crazy, hot sex and the next I’ve got a cold, wet nose shoved into my cheek.
My eyes fly open, and I find myself face to face with Milo. Smiling, I reach for her. She grunts when I tuck her under my chest.
“Where did you come from?” I ask.
Trevor plops down on the bed. “You were snoring again.”
“I don’t snore.”
“You do. Loudly.” Milo climbs out of my arms and onto Trevor’s lap. “I couldn’t fall asleep, and I didn’t want to wake you up because then you’d leave, so I snuck out and drove to your house to get Milo. I used the key on your key ring. Coop also helped me get your car here. I hope you don’t mind.”
“Not at all. Thank you for doing that.”
“You’re welcome.”
“Where did Milo sleep?”
Trevor peers down at my fluffy pal, who is licking his abs. “On my chest.” He pushes her face away, but Milo keeps licking. “Why does she lick this much? It can’t be normal.”
I giggle. “She likes you.”
“It’s not just me. She licks everyone and everything.”
“I don’t know. I just assumed it’s her thing. She’s a licker.”
“Kinda like her mama,” Trevor suggests.
My lips part. My cheeks grow hot as I think about the dirty things Trevor and I did last night, especially the things I did with my tongue. I drop my eyes to the comforter.
“Oh, come on. I’ve kissed every inch of your naked body. I’ve had my cock and other parts of my body inside of you, and you’re embarrassed to think about sucking my dick?”
Heat spreads throughout my body, and if I looked in a mirror, my face would probably resemble a tomato. “Not embarrassed exactly… It’s just not something I’ve ever openly talked about with a man.”
Trevor sets Milo on the floor next to the bed and crawls toward me. He tugs on the sheet, leaving me naked as the day I was born. My nipples pucker under his heated gaze as he lowers himself on top of me.
“Good. Because I don’t ever want you to be embarrassed about anything we do.”
Milo barks. I can hear her running around the bed, probably trying to get the courage to jump up.
“Last night was…amazing.” I run my fingers along Trevor’s spine. He grinds his pelvis against mine, but his boxers are in the way, which is probably a good thing because Milo finally makes it onto the bed.
She barks excitedly, probably proud that she made that horrifying jump, only to be set back on the floor.
“Where were we?” Trevor says, cradling my head between his arms.
“I was just telling you how wonderful last night was. I’ve never experienced anything quite like it.”
Trevor frowns. “You’ve had sex before.”
“Yes, but that wasn’t sex. That was…so much more.”
“It’s because we care for each other, Claire. We were making love. Every time I look at you, kiss you, or touch you, it’s my body loving yours.”
If hearts can hand themselves over to another human being, mine just threw itself at Trevor.
“I feel the same way. It was so intense. And not just what we were doing, but your words and—”
Trevor grins. “You like the dirty talk?”
“I do. It’s never worked for me before, but with you, I expect it. I crave it.”
“Because you’re comfortable with me in a way you haven’t been with anyone else.” Trevor smiles down at me and runs his thumb along my lip. “It’s called love,” he says, kissing me.
“How do you know? You’ve never been in love.”
“I just know. I can’t explain it, but I can feel it. There is no other explanation. We’ve both been with other people, and neither one of us has felt this way before.” Trevor lifts himself up so he can get a good look at me. “Why? Are you having second thoughts?”
“God, no.” I shake my head and pull him back to me. “That’s not it at all.”
“Because it’s okay if you are. It’s okay if we need to take a step back. I told you I want to do things right with you, and I meant it. If we’re moving too fast, say the word and we’ll slow down.”
I think about his words. While I agree that we have moved fast, I know in my
heart that I love Trevor and I want the connection we have to keep growing.
“We’re not moving too fast. I’m just trying to wrap my head around it all, and you seem to have a better understanding of it than I do,” I admit.
“Claire, I’m as clueless as you are. I’m just telling you what’s in here.” Trevor puts my hand over his heart.
“I love what’s in there,” I say, rubbing my palm over his chest. “Who knew Trevor Allen would be such a romantic?”
“I’ll show you romantic.” He playfully attacks my neck, and I laugh, thrashing around when he tickles me.
Milo manages to make it back on the bed and is enthusiastic about joining whatever game we’re playing. She jumps around us, barking at Trevor, and next thing I know she’s rooting her nose between our faces.
“Awww…” I giggle. “She wants in on the lovin’.”
Trevor sits up and glares at Milo. “You’re a little cockblocker. That’s what you are.” He ruffles Milo’s fur and she barks, jumping around the bed. She gets too close to the edge and tumbles off before we can catch her.
“Whoa there.” Trevor lifts her up and hands her to me. “Careful.”
“Arf!”
I nuzzle my nose into her soft fur. “What she’s trying to say is thank you.”
Trevor looks at his watch and slides off the bed. “I better get going.”
I reach for him but he takes a step back.
“Come back to bed.”
“No.” He grabs a pair of jeans from his drawer and pulls them on. “If I get back in that bed with you, neither one of us will get a damn thing done today.”
“I don’t have anything to do today.”
“Wrong,” he says, tugging a white T-shirt over his head. “You promised Mo you’d meet her at Animal Haven.”
“Oh, right.” I wrap the sheet around my chest and sit up. “Will I see you later?”
“Of course.” Trevor leans in and kisses me. “Stay as long as you’d like. Explore. I put a key to the house on your key ring. Lock up before you go.”
I put a key to the house on your key ring.
I blink and then blink again.
He gave me a key to his house.
I fly out of bed, pull the sheet tight around my chest, and run down the hallway, skidding to a stop when I see Trevor with a hip propped against the island in his kitchen. He’s grinning from ear to ear with his hat in one hand and a cup of coffee in the other.
“You’re not going to freak out, are you?” he asks.
Am I? I take stock of my body. Pulse, steady. Palms, dry. Legs, still. I think I’m good.
I did have a minor freak-out, which is why I darted after him, but once I saw him again, the fear faded away.
I shake my head. In three strides, I’m in front of him. “No, I’m not going to freak out.”
“Good.” He sets his coffee down and reaches for me. “I wasn’t sure how you’d handle that little bombshell. When I heard you come barreling down the hall, I figured you were seconds away from an anxiety attack.”
“I don’t have anxiety,” I say, giving him a pointed look. “And it was a pretty big bombshell.”
“It’s just a key.”
Really? Is he crazy? “Just a key? It is not just a key. You just gave me permission to enter your home at any time for any reason. Do you realize the magnitude of that? I could scrounge through all of your drawers and the deepest parts of your closet.”
“Are you going to do that? Because I can already tell you there’s nothing there.”
“No, I’m not going to do that, but I could, and you’re allowing it, which means you have nothing to hide and you trust me and—”
“You’re freaking out.”
“No.” I swallow and take a tiny step back—not too far though, because damn he smells good. “It’s just we’ve only been together…” I try to calculate the days in my head, but they all run together. “I don’t know the number, but it hasn’t been long.”
“Do I have to keep reminding you that we’ve known each other for years? Years, Claire. I trust you as much as my own family. And I want you here. Milo too. I want you both here. I want to make love to you in my bed—and yours too from time to time—and I want to cook for you and curl up on the couch and watch movies with you.”
Well, damn. That’s super sweet.
“Are you crying?” he asks.
“No, I’m not crying.” I sniff. “That was just really sweet.”
“Are you sure you don’t have anxiety?”
“Would you stop with the anxiety crap?”
“Okay. You think too much.”
He’s probably right about the anxiety, but I’ll never tell him that. And I do think too much. I’m tired of thinking and overanalyzing every freaking thing in my life.
“Not about this.” I push up on my toes and kiss Trevor. “I want all of those things you mentioned too.”
“So we’re good?”
I take a deep breath and nod. “Yeah, we’re good.”
“Can I give you a goodbye kiss now?”
“I’d like that.”
Trevor grabs the sheet and yanks me in. The first brush of his lips is soft and tender, as if he’s reiterating everything he just said to me. Then he settles in and the kiss deepens, hot and intense—the kind of kiss that would normally end with my clothes falling off. Oh, look, my clothes are already off. Perfect.
I release my hold on the sheet, but Trevor catches it before it falls to the ground. Wrapping it around my shoulders, he pulls it taut in front of me.
“You didn’t do that on purpose, did you?”
“No, not at all,” I say, feigning innocence. “It must’ve slipped while you were kissing me.”
Trevor grabs his coffee and turns for the door. Then he looks over his shoulder. “You realize you’re a terrible liar, right?”
“Yes, I know. Goodbye, Trevor.”
39
Claire
The sun is shining, the birds are chirping, and there’s a dull ache between my thighs. I’m not sure this day could get much better. After Trevor left this morning, I took a self-guided tour of his house. I’d seen it before, but always from the outside. I knew he’d remodeled the old farm house a few years back, but Rhett and Coop’s descriptions didn’t do it justice.
Trevor put a tremendous amount of time and probably money into the remodel. Granite countertops, state-of-the-art kitchen appliances, hardwood throughout, and a floor-to-ceiling stone fireplace are just a few of my favorite things. Oh, and the claw-foot tub in the master bath, which I may or may not have soaked in before I left earlier. I could’ve stayed longer, explored more, but Mo called, wondering when I was going to make it to the shelter.
An hour later, I pull into Animal Haven with a giant smile on my face. Mo is nowhere to be seen, although I know she’s here because her truck is parked next to the barn.
I open the door, and Milo flies out of the car. It’s not as fluid as most dogs make it look because she can’t see shit, has no idea where the drop-off is, and plows face first in the ground. But that doesn’t stop her. She picks herself up, shakes herself off, and starts wandering around.
My phone rings, and I fish it out of my purse and slide my finger across the screen when I see it’s my mother calling.
“Hey, Ma,” I answer.
“Claire Daniels, is there something you want to tell me?”
“Uh…” Shit. It’s not her birthday. And I don’t remember her asking me to do anything for her the last time I was over there. “I don’t know…is there?”
“Trevor!” she shouts. “When were you going to tell me about Trevor?”
I get out of my car and shut the door. “How did you find out?”
“Mo,” she says.
“Of course.” I should’ve known.
“She mentioned it to her dad this morning on the phone, who mentioned it to me. Imagine my shock when Phil rolled into the room and told me my little girl, my only daughter,
was dating Trevor Allen.”
“Wow, Mom, you just had to stress the only daughter part, huh?”
“Well…”
“I’m sorry, okay. You’re right. You should’ve heard it from me, but I wasn’t trying to keep it from you, I just haven’t had a chance to tell you.”
“Or you knew what I’d say,” she gently offers.
“What’s that supposed to mean?”
“I just want to make sure you’re, you know, walking into this with your eyes wide open.”
I frown. “You don’t think dating Trevor is a good idea?”
“No, that’s not it at all. I think Trevor is a fine young man. It’s just…sweetie, he’s a firefighter, and you’ve always had your ru—”
“My rules. Yes, Mother, I know I’ve had my rules.”
“I’m not trying to upset you, Claire. I just want to make sure you’ve thought about this. The last thing you want to do is rush into something you’re not ready for.”
My step falters. “Not ready for? You don’t think I’m ready for a relationship?”
“That’s not what I meant.”
“That’s what it sounded like.”
“Claire—”
“I’m not rushing, okay? I know what you’re thinking. You’re worried because of what Trevor does for a living, but you shouldn’t be, because I’m dealing with it. I’m dealing the only way I know how.”
There’s a silence that says I’m going to need more than that.
“Okay, yes, it’s hard,” I continue. “Some days are easier than others, but I’m working through the bad days—we’re working through the bad days,” I reassure her.
“Claire…” Her words trail off. I stop with a hand on my hip, watching Milo root around in the grass. She finds a spot she likes and lies down.
“What, Mom? Just say it.”
“I love you, Claire, more than anything, and there is nothing I want more in this life than to see you happy. If Trevor makes you happy, I’m on board one hundred percent.”
“Good.”
“But—”
“I knew there was a but.”
“—you’ve only been together a short time. There hasn’t been a major catastrophe or something that’s threatened his life. How are you going to handle it when that happens? Because it will happen. Maybe not today or tomorrow or next year, but at some point—being a full-time firefighter—he’s going to face some serious challenges.”
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