Trevor breathed deeply, overcome. Nothing had ever felt quite like this before and as she grew more excited, he was certain he belonged with her, and she belonged with him. “Jenna. Baby…” His voice was a deep whisper. “Look at me.”
She rolled her head toward him. Trevor smiled. He had never before taken this long with a woman; he’d never waited this long or fought so hard against his desire. Not only did he want her physically, he wanted her emotionally. He wanted her as his and he never wanted her to leave…ever.
No. He shook his head. He had to stay in control. He had to let her feel what she needed to feel, and they needed to make it through this show. Then he could fight for her.
Trevor calmed his racing thoughts. Good God, yes, he wanted her but he also wanted to make sure their encounter was unforgettable for her. He slid his hand up, under her soft bra, and held her, his experienced fingers making their way to her nipple. She felt so good, so soft and so responsive…she moaned as he squeezed gently. She turned her mouth to him and he kissed her, just once, then pulled away. With her eyes shut she opened her mouth, her tongue licking her lips, leaving a moist trail behind.
“Jenna…” Trevor moaned as she licked her lips again. Slipping his fingers from her bra, he slid his hand upward. Slowly, one by one, he ran his fingers across her mouth. She kissed in response and his thumb parted her soft red lips. Her tongue darted out, and he slid his thumb in…her eyes opened halfway as she licked and bit and sucked his thumb. He closed his eyes and dropped his head backward. Uhhh…he wanted to be in her, now. Damn, her jaw was tight. And the way she handled his thumb…Trevor shook his head, sweat clinging to his back. He needed to stop this. He freed his thumb from her ever tightening jaw and her eyes widened as he pulled away. Moving faster now, he pulled off her t-shirt then reaching around behind her with one hand and lifting her slightly, he unhooked her bra, sliding it off. She lifted her arm across her chest; maybe she was self-conscious? She looked away.
“Jenna…” He shook his head and gently guided her arm away from her breasts. Damn, she was beautiful. Her breasts were fuller than he imagined, the shape of large teardrops, sitting high and tight to her body.
She squirmed, her face flushing. “I’ve never known what to do with these things.” Jenna giggled, covering her mouth with her hand.
“Lucky for you”—Trevor moved on top of her—“I know exactly what to do with them.”
He winked at her and she grinned. Trevor kissed her again and made his way to her collarbone, planting kisses as he went. Finally, he moved down and took her into his mouth.
****
The warmth of his mouth on her breast was almost more than she could handle. Her body was taking over now, acting in ways she never anticipated. She sucked in a deep breath, her back arching off the couch. She wanted him so much, there wasn’t anything she wouldn’t do…well, for tonight, anyway. She reached up, placing her hands around his neck, pulling him tighter to her, but Trevor held his weight on his elbows. The way he used his tongue—flicking, licking, sucking—made her cry out, and as soon as she opened her mouth, his was back, latched onto hers. She leaned up, kissing him so completely…feeling somehow, if she let him, he could restore her soul.
****
Good God…how was he going to keep this under control? Her mouth was so warm and open. Trevor’s breath came in short little gasps as he devoured her. He pulled back to see her mouth, wet and puffy. “Jenna…” he growled.
She wrapped her arms around his shoulders with so much need, Trevor was certain the only thing that made sense in this entire crazy life was being inside her. Balancing his weight on one elbow, Trevor reached down between them and tore through her button fly jeans. They slid easily over her slim hips, the soft denim like butter in his hand. Pink lace framed her protruding hipbones and Trevor stayed on top of her, balancing his weight on his elbow, while his free hand cruised down her stomach and made its way to her panties.
“Huh.” Jenna’s eyes flew open as his fingers slid into the top of her panties, the soft lace brushing the back of his hand. She gripped his shoulders hard as he moved his fingers downward. “God, Jenna…”
She panted her response, her soft breasts nuzzling against his chest with every sharp inhale. Her head rolled back, and her eyes closed as he ran his fingers up and down.
Trevor whispered her name, placing his forehead against hers, before leaning up to gaze at her beautiful face. “Jenna, look at me.”
Her eyes opened, settling on his. Moving next to her, he slid off her panties and tossed them aside. Then he moved his fingers to settle on that spot that would make her—
“Trevor…” she moaned.
Trevor sucked in a gasp of air, overcome. Quickly, he slid his finger down, pushing its way in. Moist and tight, her muscles clenched around him as her head rolled back. He pushed his finger farther, sweat dotting his forehead. Nothing had ever felt quite like this before, and as she grew more excited, he became more and more possessive. There was no way, no way in hell, he would let her leave without a fight. No matter what. He belonged with her, and she belonged with him—he was certain of that. “Jenna?”
“Mmmm?” The sound was guttural and animalistic.
“Why are you always running from me?” He pushed his finger farther, and she arched upward again.
She clung to his arms, holding his finger deep inside her. “I’m not running now.”
That was it. Faster than before, he slid in a second finger, and she rolled to her side, her body shivering beneath him. “Jenna, baby…” His voice was a deep whisper.
She turned her head toward him, making the sexiest little throaty noises that drove him crazy. She gasped as he pushed farther, feeling the dampness and swelling that were right now, all his. Damn, damn, damn. The crotch of his jeans stretched, nearly bursting from pressure. With her gaze locked on his, he pushed farther still, feeling the strong suction he had fantasized about since the day he met her.
She moaned, closing her eyes, rolling toward him. With his fingers sliding in and out carefully, he found her mouth again, securing his lips to hers. She shuddered, a chill passing over her. He let his fingers slide out of her and come to rest higher, planning to have them work their magic until she couldn’t think straight. It only took another moment until she grabbed his hand.
“Trevor I—”
He knew what was happening. He kept his pressure steady as he wrapped his free arm around her and opened her mouth with his. She moaned into him, her body rising off the couch, her arms pulling him closer. She broke their kiss to catch her breath and Trevor seized the opportunity to slide off his own jeans. He wanted inside her. Now.
****
My…God…Jenna fell back against the couch, panting and aching to have him inside. She clamped her legs shut tight and squeezed, trying to alleviate at least some of the pressure. He hovered over her, and took her hand in his, guiding it to his boxer briefs. She wrapped her hand around him, inhaling deeply.
He closed his eyes. “Oh, God, Jenna…”
She explored the length of him, running her finger across the tip, and suddenly he reached out and grabbed her wrist.
“Huh!”
He opened his eyes, his breath rushing in and out of his wide chest as he held her hand still. She clamped her legs together tighter as she realized he was completely in control. The power was all his. He was so much stronger and bigger and older, there was no way she could break free even if she wanted to. He moved her hand inside his boxer briefs. She inhaled sharply as she ran her hand up and down the length of him. And damn, he was big.
He must have read her mind because he smiled sweetly. He leaned down and whispered into her ear. “I won’t hurt you. Trust me?”
She nodded, his words a pure turn-on. He kissed her gently, easing out of his boxer briefs. He pressed against her, slowly running the tip up and down the length of her, until he came to rest at her opening. He pushed softly at first, and then with more force, as she finall
y, body and mind, let him in.
****
Holy crap. In all the years Trevor had been with women, he had never before experienced anything like this. She was so smooth and so very very tight. They fit together like—like she was made for him and he was made for her. He still moved slowly, somehow managing to convince himself he could stop if he needed to, although it would be…tough. Her body moved upward, trying to accommodate him. He was so hard now he could have penetrated steel.
She turned her head to the side, and her fingers wrapped around his waist. Making his way in farther, he lowered himself to his elbows, and with one final careful push, he was inside, as far as she could take him.
“Trevor…” Jenna growled, and her eyes closed as she grabbed his hips.
Trevor inhaled deeply, moving slowly, in and out, wanting to experience every bit of her. With every push, she grunted a tiny bit in response. It was so, so freaking sexy. He could move her into any position now, she was more than willing, but he didn’t want to. This position—ironically, male superior—was all he wanted and needed. Of course he never, not once, felt superior to her but he did feel stronger and incredibly protective of her. As he continued to move, slowly and carefully, he swore to himself he would take care of her, in all ways, forever.
He smiled as she panted beneath him. Her breathing quickened; she was close again. Damn, she was responsive. He leaned forward, resting his weight against her in just the right way. Jenna’s eyes flew open, and her body pushed hard against his.
“God…” she whispered, her breathy voice making him harder and harder. She pressed against him, her upper body lifting off the couch.
He wrapped her body with his arms and pulled her up, tucking her legs around him. On his knees, he supported her easily.
“Trevor,” she murmured, her hot breath caressing his ear.
“I’ve got you.” He held her tighter, driving harder into her, still careful not to hurt her, but needing more of her…now.
Trevor laid her back down, leaving her legs tucked tightly around his waist. As she turned her head into the couch pillow, he watched her every move. She was there, he could feel it, and he timed his rhythm to match hers.
“Trevor, I can’t…anymore.”
That was all Trevor needed to know. The tightness around him throbbed and he finally, completely let himself go.
Chapter Fifteen
Trevor collapsed on top of her, holding his weight up on his elbows so not to suffocate her. He took a moment to catch his breath. He didn’t want to move, somehow terrified if he did, everything would suddenly change.
“Trevor?” Jenna’s soft, raspy voice stunned him back to reality and alleviated the fear inside him, at least somewhat.
“Yeah, baby?” Trevor lifted himself up and looked at Jenna; his breath caught at the sight of her. She looked so soft and gorgeous with her swollen lips, pink cheeks, and hair falling back across his couch. He lay down next to her and let his hand come to rest on her naked belly. “You okay?”
A smile crept across her lips. She blushed and nodded.
“I’ll take that as a yes?” Trevor chuckled.
“Yes.” Suddenly her eyes glassed over.
“Jenna? What is it?” Trevor wondered everything at once—had he hurt her? Was she disappointed? He knew enough to know he had made her happy. Twice. So why this reaction?
She only shrugged.
“Jenna? Is something wrong? Did I hurt you?”
Jenna shook her head. “No. I—I’m sorry.”
Her gaze dropped down, and Trevor placed his finger under her chin, lifting it upward.
“It was incredible, Trevor.” She smiled at him. “Happy Valentine’s Day.”
Trevor ran his hands over her tight, small curves, wondering if he and Jenna, together and apart, were doomed to a life of make-believe. “Happy Valentine’s Day, Jen.”
****
She shivered.
“Are you cold?”
“A little.” She shrugged.
“Hold on.” Trevor jumped up, pulled on his boxer briefs then went to a tall armoire on one side of the music room.
Jenna propped herself up onto her elbows and watched him. He grabbed a t-shirt and tossed it to her. The soft cotton t-shirt fell gently on her lap. She slipped it over her head. He held out his hands and pulled her to her feet, the t-shirt dropping down almost to her knees. The t-shirt felt like an extension of him, and it felt…good to be covered by Trevor Hughes. Too good.
Trevor smiled. “That looks incredible on you. You look…so sexy.” His eyes were fixed on her as he pulled her to him, wrapping his arms around her.
Jenna molded herself tightly to him. She knew in every cell of her body this was wrong but it also made her so happy. The fact that they were playing a dangerous game she forced out of her mind. Right now, she felt only happy and lucky. It was easy to feel pure bliss in the arms of Trevor Hughes. She inhaled his incredibly masculine scent. She turned her cheek and rested it against his chest, and he leaned down and kissed her on the head.
“You are so beautiful.”
Jenna closed her eyes, enjoying her time in this fantasy world. He lifted her chin and kissed her gently. She looked into his eyes that were sultry and confident and so incredibly sexy.
“You know what we need now?”
“There’s more?”
Trevor chuckled. “Ice cream.”
Jenna smiled. “Trevor Hughes, I think you may very well be the perfect man.”
Trevor took her hand.
“Oh, uh, just a sec…” Jenna stopped and slipped on her pink panties that Trevor had tossed aside.
He smiled, took her hand again, and led her out of his music room and into his kitchen.
****
“Coffee, mocha chip, chocolate fudge, or mint chocolate chip?”
“Yes, please.” Jenna was perched on Trevor’s counter, the long t-shirt tucked under her legs.
“All of them?”
Jenna nodded.
“You got it.” He laughed. “I’ve never met someone who likes ice cream as much as me.”
“Love it.”
Trevor glanced at her quickly, struck by those two little words. Jenna looked away. Who could blame her? Damn, what was he doing? In all his years as a bachelor, sleeping with some of the most beautiful women in the world, he had never—not once—contemplated love. So what was going on here? Focusing on anything that may cool his feelings for Jenna, Trevor opened his sub-zero freezer and brought out four pints of ice cream. Jenna clapped.
“Let me just grab some bowls.” Trevor spoke as he rummaged for two spoons.
“Trevor…” Jenna put her hands on her hips, her legs swaying back and forth against the counter. “After what we just did, I think we can eat our ice cream straight from the containers.”
Watching Jenna sit there in his oversized t-shirt, ready to dive into pints of ice cream with him, Trevor couldn’t imagine being any happier. Ever. He knew he should count his lucky stars and enjoy every moment with her but there was something in the way she said these words that worried him. She shimmied herself off the counter and onto one of his bar stools then leaned across the giant island, digging into the mint chocolate chip.
“Jen.” He looked down at the pint of ice cream, took a deep breath and faced her again. “I hope you don’t think I do this all the time.”
“Eat four pints at once?” She looked up at him with her big hazel eyes. There was no sarcasm in her tone. “’Cause I sure would if the ice cream tasted like this. What is this?” She dug in again.
“Technically, it’s gelato.”
“How did I not know about this?”
She licked her spoon and a grin spread across his face.
He shrugged. “There’s a great gelato place not far from here. That’s where these come from. We should go one night.”
He expected her to freeze; to run screaming from the kitchen at the thought of spending more time with him. But she didn’t. Inst
ead, she smiled and dove in again. Trevor ran his hand up through his hair. “What I meant was…what I mean is…” Jenna diving into the mocha chip sidetracked him.
She moaned. “This is heaven.”
“Okay.” Trevor reached across the counter and took her hands in his. “Now I’m starting to get a complex. I think you’re enjoying that gelato more than you enjoyed…” He tossed his head in the direction of his music room.
“Are you kidding me, Trevor?” She let her spoon drop onto the counter, making a splattery mess. She looked at him and he let go of her hands. “The only reason this gelato tastes like heaven is because of you.”
Trevor smiled, seizing the moment. His heart raced. Why was he tripping over his words? He was the older, more experienced one. What was going on? “That’s what I was trying to say. I hope you understand I don’t do this…” Trevor twirled his spoon. “Not the gelato.” He tossed his head toward the music room, again. “I mean the couch…”
Jenna stared up at him blankly.
“Or the gelato. A lot.” A drop of sweat slid down Trevor’s neck, and he reached up to wipe it away. Why was he so invested in this?
“Of course you do.” Jenna reached across the counter and squeezed his hands. Then she grabbed her spoon and shoveled another bite of gelato into her mouth.
“What?” Trevor laughed off her response. He waited for her to laugh but she didn’t. Her stoicism created fear in him, a fear that overtook his heart. This was the last thing he would ever want her to think—that she was a one night or one show, stand. “Jenna…”
“Wait.” She put down her ice cream and stabbed her spoon into the container. She looked Trevor straight in the eye.
Jenna had so much confidence, it was unnerving. He stood up taller, bracing himself.
“I think you have had a great deal of experience. And that’s cool. You’re a single guy.” She reached out and touched his hands in the way that calmed him. “And you’re not altogether horrible looking.”
Trevor chuckled, his eyes on her as she continued.
“You’re fairly successful.”
He laughed some more.
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