Tangle

by Locke, Adriana

  Plants fill the space. There are some on tables, some on the floor, some hanging from the ceiling. Little Christmas lights dangle in different places, giving just enough light to not trip and fall.

  “The greenhouse,” I whisper. “Oh, my God. This is unreal.”

  Trevor steps in front of me. His shoulders are back, his eyes broody. He takes my face in his hands.

  I gasp, unprepared for the contact. “What are you doing?”

  “I’m warning you,” he says softly. “I’m going to kiss you.”

  CHAPTER TWENTY-ONE

  HALEY

  I stand under the soft glow of a string of lights. My arm slides against a slick, waxy leaf as I back away slowly from Trevor.

  He’s eating me alive with his eyes. Sizzling the sides of my face where his thumbs gently stroke my skin. Setting my body ablaze as it becomes apparent he’s on the verge of losing control.

  I ache. Every piece of my body demands contact from this ridiculously good-looking man. With every press of the pad of his thumb, another ripple of want shoots through my veins.

  I’m not sure if the humming sound pulsing around me is coming from the greenhouse or inside my body, but the continuous pressure quickens my thoughts.

  I want him. I want him here and now, and whatever happens after, I’ll deal.

  And that’s it.

  “I’m warning you,” I tell him. The lines around his eyes bend as he narrows them. “If you start kissing me this time, you better not stop.”

  He pulls my face to his, crashing his mouth to mine. His hands drop to the sides of my neck, then to my shoulders, before they scale the length of my back.

  I moan into his mouth as he slides his tongue inside. My hands plant on his chest, my fingers flexing against his pecs.

  He groans, the sound barreling to my core. It cinches my lower belly, and I buckle with the strain.

  His hands find the underneath of my behind and cup my ass. He jostles me forward until our bodies are pancaked together, and the only way we’d be more connected is if he were inside me.

  I tremble at the thought, feeling his tongue dip inside my mouth again. He explores me like he has every right and permission to stake claim to my body.

  “Trevor,” I whisper as his lips drag along my jaw. He lays kisses one at a time down my neck and then up again until he’s nestled behind my ear. He nibbles my earlobe, pulling it with his teeth, and I think I’m going to explode.

  My body sags against his. His fingers bite into my skin, the tips close enough to my opening to tease, but not close enough to do any good.

  A shot of adrenaline soars through my frame, and I become acutely aware of my situation. I’m going to do this or I’m not.

  Trevor takes a step back, his breathing ragged and heavy. His chest rises and falls like he’s run a mile but is ready, and willing, to run another should I request it.

  “Hey,” I say, fighting to catch my breath.

  “Hey, what?”

  “I thought I told you not to stop.”

  He grins, a sexy smirk showing off the dimple in his left cheek. His mouth opens and his tongue touches his top lip. “If I keep kissing you, it won’t be kisses anymore.”

  He looks at me like I’m the only thing in the world. It’s heady—intoxicating, even. The feeling is so strong that nothing matters in this moment but Trevor and me.

  I saunter toward him. “What, exactly, would it be?”

  “I’d lift that beautiful dress right over your head until you were standing in front of me in your panties and bra.”

  My hands shake as I keep eye contact and bend forward. I can hear my breath in the silence as I grasp the edge of my dress. It’s joined by a gasp from him as I lift the fabric up and over my head.

  Warm air caresses my skin. His gaze nearly melts it. A bulge stretches the fabric of his pants. Knowing I’ve turned him on this much drives me crazy.

  “Now what?” I ask, holding the fabric out for him to take.

  “My God, Haley.” He forces a swallow. “I can’t believe you’re standing here in front of me like this.”

  “You want to go back to the rules now?”

  He snatches the dress from my hand and tosses it to the side, making me giggle.

  My heels dig into the soft earthen floor as I take the three steps between us. I grab the buckle of his belt and, with a shaky hand, unlatch it.

  He stands still, his hands at his side, as I unfasten his pants. The zipper drags down his groin, the sound rumbling against the soft hum of the heater.

  I’m afraid my chest is going to burst as I loosen his tie, my fingers struggling against the anticipation. He watches me as if to let me make the decision.

  And I do.

  One button is released. Then two. I work my way down his chest. With each one freed comes another glimpse of his chest—muscled and firm—and by the time I slide the fabric over his wide shoulders, I think I’m panting.

  He’s glorious. A display of male perfection with tanned, smooth skin and symmetry stands before me like my own personal art show.

  “There you go,” he says. “You’ve been waiting for this since the day at the café.”

  I drag my eyes to his. “Don’t get cocky yet. I can put my dress back on.”

  His hands smack against my butt cheeks and drag me against him. I look up into his unguarded eyes, my skin touching his, and watch him grin.

  “Not so fast,” he says. A palm slides over the round of my ass until his fingers are lying along my slit. He spreads my legs with a motion of his hand.

  I gasp. My body convulses against his touch, his fingers undoubtedly wet from my arousal, and I don’t know whether to be self-conscious about that or just finish melting in his arms.

  “I’ll promise you something,” he says roughly. The tips of his fingers press against my opening.

  “What’s that?”

  “I’ve been looking forward to this day more than you.” He kisses me again. His free hand skims my bottom, pausing for a moment to grip the curve of my hip before working its way to my breast.

  My arms dangle over his shoulders as I work my lips against his.

  My brain malfunctions, unable to process the overloaded stimuli.

  Lace rubbing against my clit.

  Fingers dipping into the pool between my legs.

  Nipples beaded into stiff peaks, begging for a tongue to stroke them.

  My mouth completely overwhelmed and owned.

  “Oh,” I moan, letting my head fall back. He kisses down the front of my neck and over the tender skin of my chest.

  Both hands dig into my hips as he kneels. His lips hover over the peak of one of my breasts, his tongue flicking as he watches me react.

  My body moves under his grasp, dying for contact. For relief. For him.

  He rolls my other nipple in between two fingers, rolling it over and over. The wetness of his tongue leaves a cool trail across my chest.

  “I can’t take this,” I groan. My hands bury in his silky hair as he kneels before me again.

  I stumble backward until my back hits a table. A motion light glows overhead.

  Trevor looks up; a grin that warns me I need to prepare lights up his face more than the halogen overhead.

  “You are so beautiful, Haley.”

  “I—Oh, my God.”

  His face buries in between my legs. He holds my panties to the side as he parts my body with his tongue.

  My knees sag, my body giving up the fight, as he holds me in place.

  “Trevor,” I moan.

  He licks heavily across my clit. His tongue flicks the overstimulated bud like he did my nipples. With each touch, a zap of energy shocks me.

  I tug on his hair, lapping up the pleasure given so freely by this man.

  Just as I can taste the orgasm, he stops.

  He stands, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand as I scramble to figure out what’s going on.

  My body is on fire, the spot between my leg
s the center of the flames. I can do nothing, think of nothing other than satisfying the ache between my thighs.

  “I tell you what,” I say, dragging in oxygen like my life depends on it. “If you don’t make me come, I’m going to do it myself.”

  He laughs, his eyes hooded. “Don’t you even think about it.”

  “I’m already thinking about it,” I say, cocking my head to the side. “I’m dying over here.”

  “Oh, really?” He drops his pants and boxer briefs to the floor. His cock stands painfully erect, a drop of pre-cum on the tip. “You think you’re dying?”

  “That’s not helping anything,” I grumble, watching his cock swell under my gaze.

  My thighs clench, sticking together from the wetness. I don’t realize I’m reaching down there until he snags my hand out of the air.

  “I said, don’t,” he says, closing the distance between us. “I get to make you feel good tonight.”

  My knees buckle. “Then do it.”

  “You’re so impatient.”

  “I hope you take this long when you’re fucking me.”

  His eyes fly open, his mouth parting. “You’re mean.”

  I sigh. “We’ve argued before, Trevor. Now let’s do something we’ve not done before. Please.”

  I’m aware I sound like I’m whining. Maybe I am. Maybe I don’t care.

  He kisses me once, sweetly this time, before finding a condom in the pool of fabric at his feet. The wrapper crinkles before it’s tossed to the side, and I watch him slide the protection down his thick shaft. I rid myself of my panties as I watch the show in front of me.

  “All right,” he says. “Last chance to say no.”

  “No.”

  He swallows hard. “Really?”

  “No, not really.” I roll my eyes. “Yes. Really. Fuck. Me. Now.”

  A guttural sound emits from his throat as he grips my hips and sets me on the table. The metal is cool, the edges sharp as the backs of my thighs bend over them.

  “Lie back.” He puts a hand behind my head until I’m lying flat. One of my legs is raised, then both, and placed over his shoulders.

  I suck in a breath as the tip of his cock sits at my opening. It spreads me apart, but not enough.

  “Trevor—ah!”

  He slides into me with one quick thrust. My eyes fall to the back of my head as my body expands around his size.

  He fills me completely, even more than that, and I brace myself as he begins to pull out.

  I grip the edge of the table. He pauses before pushing inside me again.

  “Oh, my God.” He growls as he slides out. “You’re fucking incredible.”

  “Yes,” I gush.

  “Yes?” He chuckles.

  “Okay. Fine. You too,” I say, rolling my hips for more contact. “Whatever you need me to say, pretend I said it and—shit.”

  He hits the back this time, completely seated in my body, and my insides pulse around him. He groans as I tighten around his length before he moves again.

  My body squeaks against the table as he finds a rhythm. The metal burns at my back, keeping me aware that I’m naked, on a table, in his dad’s wife’s greenhouse.

  But I don’t care. All I care about is reaching the climax of an orgasm that I’ve needed all night.

  “Right there,” I tell him, each syllable getting louder. “Yes, Trevor. Right there.”

  He picks up the pace, his cock delivering another hit as soon as I rebound from the one before. My fingers are on fire from the sharp edge of the table, my thighs heavy from the impending orgasm.

  “Trevor . . .”

  “Hold on,” he mutters.

  I do. Just in time.

  “Oh, my God!” My body stiffens, my back arching off the table as a shock of ecstasy floods my body. He presses on my stomach with his hand to keep me still as he comes apart under the soft light above.

  His eyes squeeze shut, his teeth clenched so hard I can see the strain in the sides of his neck. His hips thrust against my legs as he finds his moment of pleasure.

  Too soon, the only sound around us is our ragged breaths. When he opens his eyes, he grins.

  I’m limp, my body having given up all strength and energy. Keeping my eyes open is hard.

  “Anything else you want to say?” he teases, rotating his hips. His cock, still inside me, sends a jolt of sensation through my overly sensitive body.

  “No,” I say, sopping up the final rays of pleasure. “That was excellent. Thank you.”

  He snorts, shaking his head in amusement.

  His cock begins to slide out, causing a massive aftershock to ripple through my body. I moan again. He grows harder inside me. I give him a look, making him laugh before he pulls out the rest of the way.

  He takes my hand and helps me sit up.

  Bending forward, his lips right next to my ear, he whispers, “That was better than excellent.” A grin parting his cheeks, he helps me off the table.

  My body aches in a delicious throb as I find my belongings. My head is numb, unable to overthink this yet. I’m grateful for that.

  “There’s a washroom over there,” he says, pointing to a little room to my right. “Light switch by the door.”

  I start to go, but he grabs my arm. I look at him over my shoulder to see a cloud over his eyes. He searches me with the care of a surgeon.

  It’s my heart that’s on fire now as I watch him watch me like nothing else matters in this moment. It matters more because we’re on this side of things, through sex, through the buildup of desire that’s been taking place over the last few days.

  He pulls me into his chest and wraps his arms around me. His face nuzzles in my hair as he presses a simple kiss to the top of my head. “I shouldn’t say thank you because that’s all sorts of wrong. But this was pretty amazing. So however I should say that, let’s pretend I did.”

  I place a kiss on his sternum and smile against his skin. “And whatever I should say back, consider it done.”

  He laughs and releases me, and I head toward the washroom.

  “Hey, Ohio?”

  “Yeah, Thief?”

  “Your ass is amazing.”

  I flip on the light. Before I shut the door, I peek out the side. “That’s a no-go area. Just for the record.”

  I hear him laugh as I shut the door.

  CHAPTER TWENTY-TWO

  HALEY

  I have no idea what time it is, but I know it’s early. Way early. Too early to be up on a weekend.

  “Ohio, for the love of God, get up,” Trevor says.

  My eyes struggle to open. But when they do, what a view they behold.

  Trevor is sitting on the bed beside me, fresh from a shower. He’s dressed, holding a glass of orange juice in his hand.

  “Come back at a reasonable hour,” I mutter.

  “You’re not a morning person, I take it,” he teases.

  “It’s too early.” I pull a pillow over my face.

  “Is this a sexual hangover? I fuck you three times and you wake up sick? I’ve heard this happens.”

  My pillow drops to my chest. “You really think a lot of yourself, don’t you?”

  “I’m riding pretty high since I got to sleep with you last night.” He shrugs. “Don’t blame me. This one is on you.”

  I snuggle into the blankets, the ones covering the bed in Trevor’s room. The bed in my room is untouched, and I wonder if he’ll leave me alone if I get up and go in there.

  I look at him.

  There’s no chance.

  “I’m supposed to be living my best life,” I grumble. “Waking up before the sun is all the way up isn’t my best life.”

  He sighs and gets to his feet. The next thing I know, the curtains are spread open and sunlight fills the room. “The sun is all the way up. Now get up.”

  “No,” I whine.

  The blankets are ripped off me. The cold air from Trevor’s need to sleep at sixty-eight degrees below zero slams into my naked skin.


  “Hey,” I shout, trying to pull them back up. The bastard refuses to let them go.

  “Up.”

  “No.” I cover my breasts with my forearms. “Give me my blankets.”

  He grins. “How about I give you something else?”

  Instantly, my knees fall open. “Okay.”

  A single “Ha!” shoots through the air as he watches me from the foot of the bed. “I like the way you think, but no. That’s not what I’m going to give you. Not right now, anyway.”

  “And why not?” I remove an arm from my chest and slide a finger along my vagina. “I’m wet. See?”

  His eyes narrow, his jaw tensing. “Damn it, Haley.”

  “Then give me back the blankets.”

  He stays in place like he’s mulling it over. I’m not sure which I’d prefer at this point—the covers or his cock. Maybe he’ll relent and give me both.

  Instead, he heads to the little round table by the window and picks up two narrow pieces of paper. He hands them to me.

  “I’ll tell you what,” he says. “If you don’t want to go to this thing, I will give you all the blankets and orgasms you can handle. But if you want to go, you’re going to have to get up and get in the shower now.”

  “What is it?” I ask.

  “If you’d read the tickets, you’d know.”

  I sigh, bringing the papers to my face. There’s a lotus flower in the upper right-hand corner and another on the bottom left. Confused, I sit up in bed and focus on the text.

  There’s no way this is what I think it is. But it is. It says it.

  I set the tickets on my lap. Urging myself not to leap off the bed and dance around the room until I’m sure this is what it’s supposed to be, I take a deep breath. “Trevor?”

  He looks uncomfortable. “I mean, we don’t have to go. I just thought you’d like it with your new job and everything.”

  I spring up, bouncing into his arms. He laughs, catching me midair and bringing me to his chest.

  “That’s a yes?” he asks with a chuckle.

  “Of course. This is the biggest flower show in the South. I had no clue it was this weekend or even that it was in Nashville this year. How did you know?”