Ask For It

by Selena Blake

  But this was Trevor Wyatt, a man she’d lusted after for years. Who she still fantasized about. Heck, if she had a battery operated boyfriend, she’d probably name it Wyatt.

  And after that fabulous dinner, followed by a carriage ride around Central Park, she felt a connection with him that kept the doubt monster away. That and an orgasm was all she could ask for tonight.

  Smiling up at him, she smoothed her hand up his chest. The only way off this ledge was to jump straight into Trevor’s arms…and those incredible blue eyes.

  He pulled her flush against him. He was already hard and she couldn’t resist rotating her hips against that magnificent erection. All of that was for…because…of her.

  “I was right about you,” he said. It sounded like he was clenching his teeth. She couldn’t be sure because she was staring at the buttons of the dress shirt he’d changed into , wondering just how fast she could undo them.

  “How?”

  “You’re a cock tease… even when you don’t mean to be.”

  The retort that popped into the mind made her cheeks heat.

  “You can say it, princess. Whatever it is that’s making you blush so beautifully.”

  Before she could respond, the elevator pulled level with her floor and the doors opened. Trevor stepped back and reached for her hand. Feeling more than a little hot-and-bothered, she made a beeline for her room. When she whipped out her keycard and attacked the lock, she heard Trevor’s soft laughter.

  “Someone’s in a hurry.”

  Freezing, she blushed all over again. He was right of course, but he didn’t need to know exactly how anxious she was to finish what they’d started. No need to give the man a bigger ego.

  He put his hand over hers. Warm and sure, he helped guide the card into the slot. Why did that seem so naughty? After smoothly and quickly retrieving the card she heard the tell-tale click of the door unlocking.

  “Green light,” he whispered in a voice so deep and sexy she thought she might come then and there.

  The next minute was an absolute blur of kisses, caresses and ripping each other’s’ clothes off. She wasn’t entirely sure how she ended up naked on the dresser, her legs spread; high-heels dangling. But she was sure of the look in his eyes. Trevor Wyatt meant to have her.

  Her. The southern sports journalist with a little too much padding to be in fashion. All those teasing looks over the years. The occasional touches. The innuendo and dinner invitations. The wait was about to be over.

  “Let’s pick up where we left off, shall we?” he whispered against her throat.

  A delicious shiver shook her body and all she could do was nod.

  This time around, however, he plucked a condom from his wallet. Thank heavens he’d remembered.

  As soon as he’d sheathed himself, Trevor braced his arms on either side of her hips. She reached for his cock, guiding him inside. Their eyes met as he pushed forward, surrounding himself in her wet heat. Her lips formed an O and he locked his jaw, barely hanging onto his control. She was impossibly tight, hugging him like a satin glove.

  “You can move, you know. I won’t break, Your Highness.” There was laughter in her voice and light in her eyes. She slid one hand down his back and curled the other around his neck, holding him close.

  Until she’d spoken he hadn’t realize he was holding back, holding steady, almost afraid to move lest he lose that last bit of restraint. Or wake up from this incredible dream.

  Delicious dinner with Julia smiling across the table at him, followed by an evening of amazing sex. Yeah, that was a dream come true. He only had to be cock deep to know they were going to set each other on fire. He could already feel the tendrils of flame licking up his spine.

  “Wanna make it last, sweetheart. You feel too good.”

  “That’s always nice to hear.” She lazily raked her fingers over his back.

  “It’s true.” He pulled out slowly and gave a quick thrust. Such a sweet glide. Such an incredible sensation.

  Her thighs gripped his hips and she locked her feet behind his back. If she kept that up this would be over in record time. He’d always prided himself on being able to hold on. But then he’d never waited years to be with a woman.

  She nibbled her bottom lip. What was she thinking about? Could he get her to say the words out loud?

  Her muscles rippled around his cock, another sign that she wanted him to pick up the pace. But he wanted to make her ask for it.

  “Ask me.”

  Had she lost her shyness enough to ask for what she really wanted? Could she loosen her tongue?

  She frowned; then pursed her lips and her eyes locked with his, hard with determination. “Make me come.”

  Damn she was adorable. Especially when her bottom lip wobbled the tiniest bit. And that southern drawl… He tipped his head back and looked up at the ceiling to steady himself. “Now that’s what I call an order. But it’ll work.” He pulled his hips back again, and then thrust forward until they were pelvis against pelvis.

  Trevor’s cock was huge. JJ shouldn’t have been surprised; he was big all over. She felt him, every inch length wise and in girth, in ways she’d never experienced with her previous partners.

  As he finally picked up the pace she couldn’t stop the moan that seemed to come from her soul. She’d never felt so aligned, so connected with another human being.

  The feeling scared her a little so she pushed it away and concentrated on the unruly lock of hair that tumbled over his forehead as he stared down at their joined bodies. Damn that was sexy. And somehow he managed to hold her shyness at bay. It was in the way he enjoyed her, pushed her to enjoy herself…and him.

  From her position she couldn’t do more than cradle his body and urge him on with her legs, but he stayed wrapped around her, supporting her back as he pumped against her. The look of barely contained self-control on his face was so sexy. So…thoughtful.

  Each thrust pushed her closer to the peak of bliss. Then he bent his legs, angling his cock higher so he brushed her g-spot.

  That little trick earned him a gasp. “Oh!”

  “You ready, sweetheart?”

  She was now.

  Courteous. She should have known he would be courteous. He loosened his grip on her back to reach around and stroke her clit with his thumb, igniting a wild heat that started at her core and spread outward like a brushfire.

  Slow. Hot. Delicious.

  Her orgasm swamped her and she lost all thought as she cried out. His voice joined hers and his body tightened around her like a python as his cock swelled inside her. Throaty groans rumbled from him as his hips made tiny jerking motions.

  “Mmm.” His big body trembled around her. “God, Julia.” He kissed her neck.

  JJ closed her eyes, relishing the moment. Memorizing the feel of him, the way he stayed exactly where he was, as if he didn’t want to pull out just yet.

  “That was amazing,” he said, pulling back enough to stare down at her. Her heart stumbled a little at the tenderness on his face.

  She nodded, trying to get her lips and brain to sync up.

  “I guess I should get off you.” The corner of his mouth tugged up in a way that sent her pulse racing all over again. Damn that dimple. It made her want to kiss it and beg him to take her all over again.

  She shrugged, bliss heavy inside her. “I don’t mind.”

  He chuckled and pulled out anyway. She got a good look at his cock then. Long, thick, and magnificent. Even after he’d come. It was still wet with her juices. For some reason that made her horny. That and the fact that he’d been so overcome with lust he hadn’t even kicked off his jeans.

  She let her feet drop and gave him a long sweeping glance that made her insides clinch.

  “Don’t look at me like that, woman. I’ll be hard all over again and then how will I get my jeans zipped?”

  JJ laughed and hopped off the dresser.

  “You could always forget getting dressed.” She glanced behind him at t
he big bed covered with crisp white linens and pretty plum colored pillows. Would he stay the night if she asked him to? Because she definitely wanted a repeat performance.

  CHAPTER SEVEN

  Atlanta

  “Did you get a facial? You're all glowy,” Cindy said, holding up her hands and wiggling her fingers in an imitation of rays of sunshine.

  “I wish,” JJ murmured. It was her week to host the girls. And ordinarily she'd be excited to see them all especially since she’d missed their get-together last week, but lustful dreams hadn't provided much rest even when she had been able to stop thinking of Trevor and fall asleep.

  She poured everyone a glass of wine, a new Riesling from Germany, and resisted the urge to glance at the clock on the microwave. What was a few hours catching up with friends? Nothing in the scheme of things. She loved her friends. Loved their time together just hanging out and catching up.

  But since Trevor had left her bed every minute seemed to drag on like cold molasses.

  There was a knock at the door. “That’ll be Greg. The knobs for my kitchen arrived,” JJ explained as she strode across the living room.

  “Hey Jules,” her brother said as she stepped aside to let him in.

  “Don’t think you’re getting any wine,” she warned him with a smile.

  He made an exaggerated eww face. “You know I don’t drink that stuff.”

  She found his timing a little suspicious. Had he come over tonight because she was hosting the girls or had it really been his best opportunity to get the job done? The former made her wonder which of her friends he might be interested in. “And you know I could have attached the knobs myself.”

  “Then why didn’t you?” He chucked her under the chin and carried his toolbox into the kitchen.

  “Need anything?” she asked him from the doorway.

  “Nope. I brought everything I need.”

  Always handy. She turned back to her friends as Baby asked Cindy about her latest book.

  Settling back into her club chair in front of the window, she heard her brother moving around in the kitchen, unwrapping each brushed nickel knob. Then he fired up the drill. She was really lucky he was so handy and willing to help her out. Often she felt like he did more of the work than she did. She picked out the cabinets, countertops, flooring and wall coloring.

  She wielded a mean paintbrush and could caulk with the best of them. But mostly she just tried to replicate designs that struck her fancy.

  Was Trevor handy? Did he ever tinker around his apartment? Fiddle with cars or engines? Somehow she couldn’t see him doing that. Not because he was afraid to get dirt under his fingernails, because football fans everywhere knew that T-man had gotten plenty of mud beneath his nails during his time with the Wolves, but something told her he’d rather hire out the work and move on to something he enjoyed more.

  That was a shame though. She’d love to see him doing some heavy lifting. Those biceps of his would bulge and what woman didn’t want to see that?

  Somewhere between reminiscing about the way his breath fanned across her thighs and the feel of his lips on her breasts she lost track of Cindy's latest plot synopsis.

  She blinked a few times and took a long gulp of wine. Then she turned her attention to Baby, who was glancing across the room, right at the kitchen doorway.

  JJ followed her gaze and saw Greg hand tightening a knob with a screwdriver. Was Baby interested in Greg? She sent her pretty blonde friend a questioning look but Baby just grinned and turned her attention back to Cindy.

  Had it really been two weeks since she’d been sitting at Gretchen’s house pondering Cindy’s casual fling? She let out a rueful sigh. What else could she call her weekend with Trevor?

  At least she hadn’t broken her cardinal rules. Trevor was anything but a stranger and she’d been wearing clean underwear. The image of his face when he’d first glimpsed her panties flashed through her mind.

  He’d intimated that he wanted to see her again and she hadn’t denied his request. She hadn’t exactly invited him to Atlanta either… John was extra volatile lately and she didn’t want Trevor to make flight reservations only to have her cancel at the last minute.

  She didn’t want to rush into anything either. Her mom had learned the hard way to be careful where men were concerned. Meeting and marrying a man three months later did not a happily-ever-after make.

  But who was she kidding? He could very well be interested in sex for sex’s sake. If she were honest with herself, she wanted more. She had wanted more all those years ago when he’d been another cocky ball player flirting with her after games.

  He wasn’t a player anymore. But he was still a cocky flirt. The years had changed him, though. Matured him. Occasionally he’d looked almost haunted. But his killer smile was still quick to shine—

  “Earth to JJ,” Baby’s voice broke through her thoughts.

  “Sorry.” She blinked a couple of times.

  “What’s up with you? You missed Cindy’s whole plot.” Her friends stared at her curiously. The drone of Greg’s drill echoed through her apartment.

  “Just preoccupied with work.”

  Lying is not becoming of a southern lady, she heard her mother’s voice whisper through her mind. It wasn’t a total lie, she thought, snagging a pretzel from the bowl on the large round ottoman.

  At some point after she met Cindy, JJ had started having story ideas of her own. Long sagas about sports and players and all the craziness that was her life. Their life. Though she’d managed to write one book and send it to New York, she’d never told her friends she was writing anything other than articles for work. Sometimes she felt a little guilty about holding back that part of her life, but she didn’t want to take the spotlight from Cindy. She was the writer. JJ was the journalist.

  And after that book had been rejected several times, she’d gathered her courage and written another one. Game Day had helped JJ land an agent. Jessica Ross was a goddess in the publishing world and was confident that she could sell JJ’s book.

  It’d been three weeks since she’d heard anything, not that she’d expected a call anytime soon. Between her anxiety over the book, her job, selling the condo, and this latest…whatever it was, with Trevor, she could barely concentrate.

  “Is your boss still riding your ass?” Cindy queried with a frown.

  They all knew what a pain John had been since he’d come aboard as editor. Lord knew he gave JJ enough to complain about. Cindy’s protectiveness didn’t surprise her. She was a fiercely loyal friend. JJ sighed, the guilt from her secrets multiplying. Plural. She had secrets. More than one. When had she become secretive?

  “Always,” she replied.

  “The way I see it,” Baby said in that confident tone of hers, “you either need to ask for a raise, steal his job, or find a new job.”

  “I vote for steal his job,” Gretchen said. “That way you’ll be home to go shoe shopping with us on Saturdays.”

  JJ froze, eyes locked on Gretchen. She wasn’t—she couldn’t know—No. That was impossible.

  “Or not…” Gretchen said uncomfortably.

  “You reminded me I’ve got some shopping to do.” Another lie. Gracious she was racking up tickets to hell.

  She reached into the end table and grabbed a notepad and a pen, then scribbled ingredients for her father’s birthday cake.

  “I don’t want John’s job, but I’m not opposed to a raise,” she said, breaking the uncomfortable silence. “Have you talked to Adam lately?” she asked Cindy, glad to divert the attention to her friend’s fella.

  “As a matter of fact, he’s flying out here tomorrow.” Cindy was halfway through her list of places she wanted to show her new beau when Greg came through the wide doorway, toolbox in hand.

  Cindy paused.

  Greg grinned at her. “Sorry to interrupt girls’ night, ladies. I’m all done Jules. Let me know if you need any help staging.” He waved good-bye, his gaze not lingering on anyone in particular.<
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  Stinker. She’d been hoping for a clue.

  She saw him to the door and wished him a good night. Maybe she was wrong… but he could do far worse than one of her friends. Next time they were alone, she’d ask him. It was probably just the hormones talking, but she wanted everyone to be as blissfully happy as she’d been in Trevor’s arms.

  CHAPTER EIGHT

  Two hours later JJ's heart stuttered as she read the caller ID. Trevor had called several times the past two weeks and she found herself thinking about him at odd hours. Thoughts of him had made washing the dishes bearable.

  “Hi,” she said by way of greeting.

  “Hello gorgeous.”

  She loved the way his voice rumbled through the phone’s speaker and made her body quiver with anticipation. Funny how a simple hello had her counting the minutes until she could see him, touch him again and planning a trip back to New York so she could kiss him.

  “What are you doing?” she asked, settling into her favorite chair. Caressing the soft suede, she imagined it was his skin and then turned toward the window to gaze out at the Atlanta skyline. Yes, this place should sell for top dollar. Even with the housing market on the fritz, she’d chosen a condo with a spacious feel, a fabulous location and she and Greg had become master house stagers.

  “Right now?” he asked.

  “Mmm huh.”

  “Waiting in line at the rental counter at the airport.”

  “The airport?” Her heart dropped. She hadn't known he was going to be traveling. It was silly to feel like she was missing out on his life. He certainly didn’t have to run all his plans by her, but there was a stab of regret. She should have invited him down for the weekend. Now that John had stopped dicking around, she knew she’d be in town.

  “I hope you're not busy tonight otherwise I've flown all this way for nothing.”