Trey exhaled and the tension in his body lessened. He brushed a tender kiss over her forehead. “Thank you, sweetheart.”
“You’re welcome.” Fee angled her face up and touched her lips to his. What she’d meant to be a light kiss quickly turned deep and hot as Trey groaned into her mouth and took over.
Fee lost track of time and place. She didn’t even care that her cheek throbbed and her cut lip twinged as Trey made love to her with his mouth. Only the hoots from the others halted the kiss from going any further.
“To be continued,” Trey whispered with one last light brush of his lips. He groaned and touched a tip of a finger to her bruise and cut lip. “Oh, baby. I’m so sorry. I could kick my own ass. Did I hurt you?”
Breathless from the kiss and the look of adoration in his eyes, Fee could only shake her head. Then she moved out of his arms and got to work on the wounded as the sheriff’s deputies and Tara’s fellow park rangers descended on her clinic. The sooner she took care of medical business, the sooner she could move in with Trey.
And then what?
She’d figure that out as she went along.
CHAPTER 19
April 16th, evening
Trey’s house
Just as he had the night before, Trey watched as Fee moved around his great room, touching first the back of the sofa, then fluffing a pillow. Her movements were tentative … bordering on unsteady. Her gaze, vague. This wasn’t the in-charge doctor who’d gone straight from being held hostage to caring for the wound of the man who’d held her at gunpoint.
Fee stopped and stared out the wall of glass doors leading onto his deck. She muttered something under her breath as if she were arguing with herself.
Christ, what was she thinking about? Was she reconsidering moving in with him?
Earlier, she’d agreed so readily. He’d helped her move her few possessions into his house. They’d both taken showers—separate ones because such an intimate step was always hers to make—and then shared a meal with the rest of the SSI gang at the Lodge. She’d seemed fine during all that, but now—“Fee?”
In response, she turned her head. Her expression was hard to read.
Gut-wrenching dread swamped him. Had he lost her before he ever had her?
“I love your house.”
What the fuck did that mean? She loved his house, but not him?
“Thank you?” Trey hesitated, the most unsure he’d been since he met her. Until he figured out where in the hell her head was, he’d follow along with her conversational gambit. “You can change anything you don’t like. I want you to be comfortable here.”
Hell, she could raze the whole house and start over as long as she stayed with him. All he wanted was her.
Fee looked around. “I like it the way it is. Well…” She scrunched her nose. “…maybe a few more personal items to make it ours. It’s comfortable while still being minimalist.” She bit her lip and focused on a pillow she’d picked up earlier and still held in her hands. “I don’t know what to do. What to say. How to…” She shrugged.
“How to what, Fee?” He moved toward her.
“Damn, shit, damn. Grow a pair,” she muttered under her breath.
“Fee?” When she looked up, there was fear in her eyes.
He stopped, still several feet away. She was afraid of him? He swore his heart stuttered. His stomach heaved. He was sure he was going to be sick.
Talk to her. Tell her what you feel.
“Sweetheart, don’t be afraid of me. Moving in with me doesn’t mean I’m gonna attack you,” he crooned in a low and, he hoped, calming tone. “The next moves are all yours, little doc, just as I promised. I love you, Fee.”
Fee’s eyes shone briefly with so much joy that his heart rate steadied and the nausea melted away. He moved to take her in his arms.
But she stepped back, holding up one trembling hand. “Stop, please stop.” Her voice shook and the happiness in her eyes was gone as if it had never been.
Bad move, shit for brains. She’s probably had enough of overly aggressive males looming over her for the day.
“Fee?” He opened his arms, silently urging her to come to him.
“I love you, too,” she said.
Joy swept through him like a healing wind. The truth was in her words and voice, but still she didn’t come to him.
Fee’s breath jerked and tears welled in her glorious turquoise blue eyes. “Trey, I love you so very much, but … but you don’t understand.” She blinked away a couple of tears and sniffed.
Why was she crying? God, now his heart hurt. Loving him made her cry? “Fee … sweetheart … talk to me. Whatever is making you unhappy, we can work it out.”
“Dammit. I’m such a wimp.” Fee threw the pillow down and walked the length of the couch and then back. As she paced, she waved her arms wildly. “I think I’ve loved you from the beginning. You’re devastating to a girl’s senses, ya know?”
He wasn’t sure what the proper response was, so he went with—“You’re not a wimp. You are one of the bravest women I know.”
“That’s just it … you’re wrong.” Fee kicked the pillow out of her way. “You don’t know me as well as you think you do.” She paused and eyed him. “You think I’m this smart, got-it-together doctor. But that’s so untrue.” She began her frenetic pacing once more. “I want you to make love to me more than I’ve wanted anything in my whole life, but I keep fucking it up.”
“Fee”—he took another step or two closer until he was at the end of the sofa—“you aren’t fucking up anything. If moving in with me is freaking you out, I can wait until you’re ready.”
“And there’s the problem.” Fee stopped and looked at him. “I love that you have a care for my past traumas with Stall and Chavez.”
Her expression and tone were pleading. Whatever she was trying to tell him was important to her, so it was crucial for him to hear her and understand.
“You want to give me the choice of taking our relationship to the next level, but, Trey, I want…” Her breath and words caught in her throat.
When she didn’t finish her thought, he asked, “What do you want?”
“…I want you to make the moves.” She swiped at tears running down her cheeks. “I know that’s not very progressive of me and I’ll probably lose my feminist card, but the truth is … I suck at sex. I need you to lead. Please.”
Had he heard her correctly? All her trepidation was because—“You think you suck at sex?”
“Not think … know.” Her lips twisted into a facsimile of a smile. “But I’m damn sure you know what you’re doing in the bedroom. I want you to show me what I’ve been missing all these years. I need you so much.”
Relief made Trey’s knees weak for a split second. Then he closed the distance between them. “God, Fee, I need you, too.”
He pulled her into his arms, then bent to take her lips in a searing kiss. A kiss that had his cock hard enough to drill holes in concrete. His heart pounded until his blood roared in his ears.
Never breaking the kiss, he picked Fee up and carried her into his bedroom.
As he lowered her to the bed, she moaned, “No, don’t leave me,” and held onto him with her arms and legs.
If they hadn’t both been fully dressed, he would’ve taken her right then and there.
“Baby, let go,” he muttered against her mouth between licks and nibbles of her full, luscious lips. The taste of her was rich—addicting—and he was darn sure he’d never get enough.
“No, don’t want to. Want your weight. Love your kisses. Best I’ve ever had.” She arched and peppered his face with eager kisses. “Make love to me, Trey. I want you so much.”
“Oh, that’ll happen, sweetheart, but…” He untwined her arms and legs and nudged her toward the middle of the bed. Then he lay down next to her and stroked her trembling body. “…first I need your promise you’ll tell me when you like or don’t like something. I might be leading, but I’ll need directions, lit
tle doc.”
Tears formed in Fee’s eyes yet again and she stiffened under his hand. “I’ve found men don’t like directions in bed.”
Trey chased her tears with his lips. “Who told you that bullshit?”
“No one told me. Experience showed me.” Then she poured out a litany of her past sexual failures, as she called them.
Trey really didn’t want to hear about the guys she’d slept with before him. But in the end, he was glad she’d shared, because he now understood why she lacked confidence in her sexuality.
“Mother-fucking, pecker-headed, loser dirtbags.” The last time Trey had wanted to seek out and destroy some guy was when he and Price had gone to Detroit to put the fear of God into the raping fuckwit Stall.
Fee giggled even as tears streamed down her face. “Yeah … they were.”
“God, baby, don’t cry. You’re killing me.” He tugged Fee into his arms and was thrilled when she snuggled against him with no hesitation.
Trey brushed a kiss over the top of her head and stroked her back. She let out several tremulous sighs and eventually relaxed into his hold. When her sniffling stopped, he tipped her head up and demanded, “Names, baby. I’ll find every blessed one of the sorry SOBs and punch their lights out for hurting you like that.”
The smile she gave him was radiant. “You don’t know how much your offer means to me … but you don’t need to waste your time.” She kissed the underside of his jaw. Even that slightest of touches had his cock begging for release from the tight confines of his jeans. “Part of it had to be my fault.”
“Fuck that.” He cuddled her closer and inhaled the sweet female musk where her neck met her shoulder. “Any man worth the name sees to his woman’s pleasure. If she’s not finding it, then the asshole should ask what she needs. And, sweetheart, all women need foreplay. Those fucking asshats were too selfish, wanting only to get their rocks off. And, Fee, I’m not them.”
“No, you’re not.” She inhaled sharply as he slid a hand inside her shirt to cup her lace-covered breast. “Definitely not. Just being with you, kissing you, and I’m more aroused than I’ve ever been in my whole life.”
“Good. Now, let’s see what I can do to make you ever hotter.” Trey closely observed Fee’s reactions as he played with her breast. First, he pulled the lace of her bra down so he could fully cup the luscious handful and then squeezed gently as he teased her nipple with light sweeps of his thumb. Her breathy gasps were gratifying, but he wanted more. He wanted her moaning and groaning and … wet.
Trey expected she needed more stimulation than most, maybe a bit of pleasurable pain, but she wasn’t asking for it. She was still too gun-shy from what the a-holes had said about her being too demanding.
Hell, Trey liked a woman who let him know what she liked … what she desired. He needed to give his lover pleasure; it fed his dominant nature to care for all of his woman’s needs. He needed to keep in mind they were just beginning their sexual journey. Eventually, Fee would get more comfortable with telling him what she wanted. For now, he’d experiment a bit.
And while he did so, he planned to make sure Fee enjoyed every fucking second.
In that vein, Trey squeezed the under curve of her breast and rubbed his thumb more firmly over her nipple. Fee threw her head back, against his shoulder and moaned and writhed in his arms.
There it was. The reaction he wanted.
Moving his hand to the other breast, he layered on another sensation by licking then lightly biting her ear lobe before nuzzling his way down her neck.
“Tr-trey, I really … really like that.” Fee groaned and arched her neck, giving him more access while, at the same time, thrusting her breast more fully into his hand.
“So do I.” He teethed the sensitive area where her neck joined her shoulder. Her scent drove him wild.
“More.” She twined her arms around his neck, pulling her to him.
Trey pinched her nipple, hard, then soothed it with gentle brushing strokes.
“It feels so much different when you touch my breasts.” Fee turned her face into his neck, then licked and nipped his skin.
Trey was thrilled at her uninhibited response. She sucked at sex?—Fuck that. She was a natural.
“Unlike those other asswaffles, you and I have chemistry. Plus, we have trust and love working on our side. With all those things going for us, the sex will be sizzling.”
He turned her on her side so her front was plastered against his. Her curves mated with his angles … a perfect match. His cock twitched and jerked against her abs. His little brain knew what it wanted. It wanted Fee naked and then wanted inside her pussy.
His cock would have to learn patience. He needed to begin Fee’s education into the pleasure he, and only he, could give her.
“This is already far better than any sex I’ve ever had.” Fee tilted her head and licked the underside of his chin. She slipped her hands between their bodies and began unbuttoning his flannel shirt. “I’m suffering here. I want more.”
Trey groaned as she shoved his shirt open and ran her fingers through the smattering of hair on his chest. “You still sure you want me to lead, baby?”
She nodded eagerly. “Yes.”
Thank fuck.
Fee cupped his face and looked him in the eyes. “No condom. I’m on birth control and clean. I know you are.” She blushed. “I sort of checked your medical records after Ren contracted with me to be on-call as the SSI private physician.”
She wanted him, all of him. His cock jerked at the thought of nothing between him and her. He hadn’t had unprotected sex … ever.
“Then get ready, sweetheart, ‘cause I’m gonna give you so much pleasure. I want to hear you moaning and begging for my cock.” Trey took her mouth in a tongue-thrusting, tongue-sucking kiss and only broke off when Fee fingered one of his nipples.
He groaned. “Love that, baby. But your pleasure comes first—and second—and third. Then you get to play. Now let’s get rid of these clothes.” He smoothed his hands down her sides and pulled at the leggings she wore. He got them down over her hips, and with her help and a lot of wriggling, she kicked them off.
Trey rubbed his still-clothed cock over her silky nakedness and thought he’d come right then and there.
Shit, damn, fuck … he had more control than this.
He gritted his teeth and focused on tightening the reins over his libido. He wanted this night, this first time, to be perfect for her. He refused to be those other guys and leave her hanging while he got his rocks off.
“Yes. Clothes off. Now.” She pulled her long-sleeved tee over her head and threw it onto the floor. Her bra followed. Then she returned to finish unbuttoning his shirt, but her hands shook so hard, she was all thumbs.
“Let me.” Chuckling, he moved her hands away. At the rate her shaking fingers were moving, it would be morning before she got his clothes off him.
Fee bit her lip. “I’ve never undressed a man, well, in bed, that is. I usually cut clothes off patients in the ER.”
The image of Fee cutting off a man’s clothes—no, his clothes—had a spurt of pre-cum wetting his boxers. He tightened his groin muscles, throttling back the urge to come. As the desire to shoot his wad retreated, the sense of what she’d said and what her past experiences with the asswaffles had been like hit him like a ton of bricks.—Basically, she was a “virgin” when it came to making love. His cock stood at eager attention and pulsed.
Fee was his … all his. He was eager to spend the rest of the night making her fully his.
But first, his jeans needed to go. He moved away from Fee.
“No … Trey … come back,” she reached for him.
“Shh, I’m not going anywhere. Now, lie back and stay still.” He shoved her gently onto her back. “Just getting rid of my clothes.”
“Good, that’s good.” Fee watched with an eager expression on her beautiful face. The look in her eyes was doing a lot for his libido as he stripped down to his skin. �
��You are so cut. So gorgeous.” She sat up and reached for him with both hands, then stopped. Her gaze was questioning, almost pleading.
Fuck, she was unsure again.
“You want me, baby?” he husked.
She nodded.
“Then you’ll get me. Now lie back.” After she complied, he kissed the palm of each of her hands before placing them back on the bed, one on each side of her head. “Keep them there. Remember? Your pleasure comes first. Always. If you touch me right now, I won’t be able to hold back. And, trust me on this, baby, you aren’t ready for me to take you as rough as I’d like … yet. Later”—he murmured as he bent over and placed a kiss above the neat little patch of golden-red curls at the top of her cleft—“after I’ve made you come a few times, then you’ll be ready for the strength of my lust for you.”
“Please…” Fee shifted restlessly against the sheets.
“Patience. Not gonna rush this. I’ve waited so long for this first time with you.” Trey then proceeded to nibble and kiss every square inch of her soft skin, down one leg, all the way to her toes. She wiggled and mewled under his mouth, tongue, and teeth, but stayed in place.
“That’s my girl.” He kissed his way up the other leg and ended by nuzzling the curls framing her pussy. He was tempted to dive in and kiss and suckle her clit and her labia, but first, he had breasts to taste, to pleasure, as he fingered her to her first orgasm.
Eating her pussy would be her second orgasm.
Her third would be when he combined the first two methods, brought her to the brink, and then made her completely his.
*
Fee was going to die.
If Trey didn’t let her come soon, she’d expire in a frustrated puddle of goo in the middle of his bed.
The man had the patience of a cunning predator and the control of a religious martyr.
She eyed Trey’s body as he lay next to her kissing and suckling her breasts and teasing her pussy with his finger. She so wanted to trace every muscle, every sculpted angle of his body with her fingers, her tongue, but he’d stopped her every time she’d tried. Then he’d stop touching her and give her a stern look. After which she’d place her hands back where he’d first put them—God, it seemed like hours ago.
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