No One Like You

by Heather McGovern

  Behind him, Brooke laughed and one of the rocking chairs began to creak. “I’ve never cared about camping, but I could get used to this.”

  Once satisfied the fire was going, he closed up the stove and joined her.

  Brooke gently rocked her chair, her head tilted back, eyes closed. She’d taken her heels off and wiggled her toes into the faux fur carpet. “This is amazing.”

  “My pleasure.”

  She tilted her face in his direction, her eyes barely open to slits. “I mean it. No one’s ever—I really appreciate this.”

  No one had ever done something like this for her.

  But how could they resist? After being with her a few short days, surprising her, getting her to try something new and step out, brought him a kind of joy he’d never known.

  His gaze locked with hers. Screw it. He let his cards show. “Seeing you happy makes me happy.”

  Her dark eyes glistened and he moved on pure instinct.

  “Come here.” He stood and she hurried into his arms.

  She moved fast enough to knock some of the air from his lungs as she embraced him. He held her close. She didn’t cry, but she clung to him, her face buried in his neck. They stayed that way forever, nothing but the sound of the crackling fire to fill the silence.

  Brooke finally spoke, the words muffled against his chest. “You always smell so good.”

  “Yeah? I don’t wear cologne.”

  A muffled laughed vibrated his chest. “Of course you don’t.”

  He leaned back so he could see her face. “Could be my soap. I use this homemade stuff a lady in town makes.”

  “Of course you do.” Brooke’s smile was unmistakably fond, her gaze laced with desire. A man could melt into that look and live forever.

  Trevor kissed her.

  All the things he thought he’d never had, at once possible, even probable. He kissed her long and deep, hoping to push away the past, drive out the demons, until all that remained was the two of them.

  Chapter 25

  The idea of making Trevor as weak-kneed as he’d made her was a boon. Sucking at his bottom lip, a thrill of pride filled her when he groaned again. He pulled her closer, his hand in the small of her back, tilting her into him.

  He kissed her cheek and along her jaw until he reached her neck. That same falling feeling returned. She hung on to him and reveled in the plunge.

  “I want to stay the night,” she managed to whisper. “Here. With you.”

  “Wasn’t planning on leaving. Unless you kick me out.”

  Curling her fingers into his arm, she kissed him again. “No. I mean…I want us to be together tonight.”

  Trevor’s blue eyes shined in the soft light. “I want that too.” He placed a kiss low on her neck, then her shoulder.

  “I wasn’t ready before. Now I am.”

  “You tell me if it gets to be too much. If I need to slow down.”

  “I will.”

  He moved his lips lower. Kissing along her collar bone, into the dip of her dress. With one capable hand, he slid the zipper of her dress down, baring one shoulder completely.

  Brooke tugged at his shirt frantically. Unsurprisingly less patient and lacking his finesse. A sudden need to touch him, skin against skin, took hold. As if he knew, Trevor chuckled, pulling away so that she could take his shirt off. She tossed it onto the floor of the yurt.

  He reached for her, deftly unzipping her dress all the way, until the silk fell in an emerald pool at her feet.

  A small place inside remained stunned with disbelief. She was undressing with a man. She was going to have sex. After all that had happened. After knowing what pain intimacy could bring.

  A much louder voice reminded her she was with Trevor.

  He wasn’t like her ex. He wasn’t like any man she’d ever met. Kind, compassionate, full of quirks and humor, and being built like an Adonis wasn’t a drawback either.

  Standing there, exposed and vulnerable, should have filled her with doubt and panic. But the heat in his gaze fired up completely different sensations.

  Heat spread through her body, the promise of things to come bringing her senses to life.

  Trevor skimmed the back of his hand across her collarbone, a content hum as he did. “You’re exquisite, Brooke. And you should’ve never been made to feel like you aren’t.” He slid his hand up to cup her jaw and behind her ear. “I’m going to help you remember,” he said, and crushed his lips against hers.

  She clung to him, her arms around his waist, touching as much of that hot skin as she could.

  There was no way all men felt this amazing. Nick certainly hadn’t. The smooth skin of Trevor’s back, covering taut muscle, was addictive. She didn’t just want to touch; she wanted to taste him there. She wanted to kiss her way up his back and watch him shiver, because she knew he would.

  The realization made her shiver. Trevor took a step away and then scooped her up into his arms.

  A squeak of surprise before she giggled. “I never thought I’d be carried anywhere.”

  “Why?”

  “I’m almost as tall as you. Tall girls don’t get picked up.”

  He placed her gently on the bed. “Well, my tall girl does.”

  Her heart tripped up in its beating.

  Trevor’s gaze held a special something, a reflection of how she felt when she saw a beautiful sunrise. His girl.

  The realization made her swallow down an ache in her throat. He meant exactly what he’d said.

  Her skin grew warmer, probably flushing with color, and the corner of his mouth crooked up in response. He put a knee on the bed and leaned down to kiss her. Hooking a hand under each arm, he slid her farther back onto the bed.

  His hands were warm and strong along her sides. She lay down, wanting to do the same to him, needing to touch more of him. She ran her hands up his bare chest, loving the hard muscle beneath her fingers. Smooth and strong, like his kisses. A shiver ran through him, and she triumphed. She did that.

  Trevor eased back, his lips leaving hers. His gaze was so certain and reassuring. He let his hand drift from her chin, down the line of her neck as the shiver raced up her back. He took his time, the warm pads of his fingers branding her bare skin. Across her collar bone, over her shoulder, to lower one strap of her bra, his mouth followed, taking that brand to the bone.

  He kissed over the crest of her breast, between her cleavage, using his hands to mold her taut. Her analytical mind suspended, she allowed all of her senses to take him in. The strength of his body against her, the sound of his lips against her skin, the feel as he sucked at her through the satin material, gently nipping.

  She reached for the back of his head, threading her fingers through his thick hair, encouraging him, because dear God, that felt good.

  Reaching the place where her neck met her shoulder, he paid special attention there, licking and sucking until she thought she’d arch right off of her spine. He slid his hands beneath her, maneuvering until the clasp of her bra gave and he slipped the garment off, tossing it aside.

  Going against the doubt that always tortured her mind, she didn’t hide herself from him. Trevor thought she was beautiful and she felt it.

  He kissed her breasts again; this time sucking the bare skin, taunting with his tongue until the sensation coursed through to her core, making her squirm.

  She reached for him, tilting his head up. She’d go mad if he kept at that sensitive area. He pulled away and bent lower.

  His lips were hot against her stomach, dipping lower again. Part of her still couldn’t believe she was doing this, but she wanted him. All of him.

  The silk fabric of her panties brushed her thighs as Trevor slid them off. She was completely naked and she made herself look him in the eyes.

  His gaze hooded with heat, his touch strong, the last of h
er nerves dissolved to leave only desire.

  Trevor slid lower on the bed, dragging his lips down her body in a heated trail. She moved her legs to accommodate him. He kissed her hip, over her tummy. At the first heated pass of his tongue, right over her core, she tensed.

  He eased back. “You okay?”

  “Yes.” She made herself take a deep breath.

  “I can go slower. Or stop.”

  “No!” She laughed at her empathic response. “No, it’s not that.”

  His expression softened. “Then tell me.”

  She looked away. “It’s been a long time since…I wasn’t with someone who liked…”

  “He didn’t want to go down on you?” Trevor came right out and said it, like they were talking about the weather. Except someone just said they didn’t like seventy-five-degree days with low humidity and a light breeze.

  Brooke touched her flaming hot cheek. “No, he did not.”

  “Well, we’ve already established he’s made of wrongness, so…” Trevor leaned up and kissed her stomach, then her hip. “Relax. I want this. You want this. Don’t overthink it. I’ll try to help you stop thinking at all.”

  With a laugh, she lay back. She wasn’t a virgin, but with him, she understood desire and true pleasure for the first time. Sad, but true. Trevor bathed her with such attention and affection. It was an overload. But it felt like the overload she’d always wanted. The one she’d been missing.

  His shoulders bumped her thighs as he lifted her knee and angled her legs. Then his lips touched her and—

  “Oh God.” Brooke arched her lower back.

  The world and everything in it was suddenly…amazing.

  She dug her fingers into the down comforter.

  Trevor’s tongue was warm and insistent. Long strokes and quick sucks and then he stopped to nip at the inside of each thigh before starting again. She wasn’t completely sure all that he was doing down there and she didn’t care. Because she was going to lose her Ever. Loving. Mind.

  When his mouth descended upon her the third time, Brooke squeezed her eyes closed. She wanted to moan, her legs stiffening. She wanted to squirm. She wanted more. Less? No. More. Definitely more. The pleasure inside her built again like before.

  He didn’t let up, even as she brushed her hand across the back of his head.

  “Trevor, I…” She couldn’t finish her sentence.

  Her. Unable to speak. Instead, she moaned. Loud. She sounded so needy, so carnal, a sensual shock to her ears.

  She never would’ve guessed.

  Trevor made his now familiar humming noise against her, and she gasped. Every sensation focused down on the bundle of nerves inside her that he coaxed relentlessly.

  The wave began to crest and her orgasm crashed down. She dug her fingers into his shoulder, riding out the bliss.

  The last trills of her climax passed while Trevor pressed kisses up her leg, across her stomach, and over her breasts until finally his gaze met hers.

  She bit at her bottom lip, gazing up at him as tremors still shook her legs. “I can’t believe I grabbed you like that.”

  He grinned, his hair a tossed mess of dark waves. “Does it look like I mind?”

  * * * *

  Trevor leaned back, kneeling between her legs so he could take in the view of the woman before him. Lying there, relaxed yet still sensually regal, and smiling up at him like she couldn’t be more pleased. Or satisfied.

  Maybe it made him a heel, but a wave of pride washed over him from causing that look.

  He kissed his way up her body to brace his hands on either side of her head. “You good?”

  A wicked twinkle lit her eyes as she shook her head. “Good is not the word I’d use.” She danced her fingers up his sides, making him twitch. She explored his chest and arms. “I want to touch you.”

  “You are touching me. And driving me crazy, I might add.”

  “No, I mean touch you.”

  One of her hands disappeared. His breath left him as she tentatively cupped her hand against him. He closed his eyes because they were rolling back into his head.

  “Brooke,” he moaned as she stroked along his length. “You’re going to kill me.”

  Her exploration was gentle and just enough to torture him. When he could take no more, he pressed her hand firm against his erection. “But you won’t break me.”

  Her wisp of laughter filled his head as she stroked him harder, longer. She wrestled with the button and zipper, and he helped her slip his pants down, over his hips, until he was naked beside her.

  Brooke looked down at him and bit her bottom lip with a grin. “My goodness.”

  A chuckle bubbled up in his throat. “You say the nicest things.”

  She touched him, running her fingertips all the way down his length.

  The pleasure in her expression was a high. He had to look away or risk racing to the finish line. Being with her was more daring and adventurous than anything he’d done over the years. Because he cared. This meant more than one or two nights, or even a few weeks of exploration and pleasure. She mattered.

  It was a new feeling, and his blood sang at the prospect.

  This was more than he’d ever hoped for, but not all that he wanted.

  Brooke leaned up to kiss him full on the mouth. “I want to feel you inside of me. Do you have—”

  “I do.” Trevor jumped up, digging for his wallet. He climbed back onto the bed.

  Brooke opened the foil square and helped him put the condom on with the same delicate touch from before. The way she bit at her lip in concentration, showing him even more intense attention than she gave everything else. She finished and lay back, pulling him forward with her, kissing him, her tongue a sweeping, open invitation. Her legs rubbed against him, cradling him, welcoming him to ravish.

  “Just go slow, okay?” she asked. “It’s been a while.”

  He kissed her and guided himself inside her. He leaned back and eased in as slowly as he could.

  Her lids fluttered before she squeezed them shut. “Trevor,” she whispered on an exhale.

  He loved hearing his name like that. Like she didn’t know what to do and couldn’t be bothered to care. Running a hand up her body, he brushed his thumb against her cheek, prompting her to open her eyes. He wanted to see her as he buried himself inside of her, wanted her to see him as he pushed forward. She surrounded him and leaned forward, kissing the places his thumb touched.

  Inside her, he remained perfectly still.

  Brooke’s eyes sparkled. This time it was his laugh that was full of nerves.

  She moved her hips, taking him all the way in. That simple friction shook him. She was so tight and perfect; there was no way he’d last if she got it in her mind to move about and help.

  He touched her hips as he pulled back and into her again. Intent with his movement, he rocked into her again and again, until the tension in her body melted and she moved with him. She moaned, reaching up to hold on to his arms, fingers digging into his biceps.

  “More,” she said in a breathy exhale.

  He lost what little restraint he’d clung to.

  Shifting, he steadied himself with his hands on either side of her shoulders and thrust into her. He kept moving, the pleasure building until he had to bank it by biting down on his lip. Brooke moved too, wrapping her legs around him. Those long legs that looked too good in heels. Trevor tilted his head back, forcing himself not to think much about it. She already felt too good. If he started envisioning those heels still on…

  She arched against him again, the same hungry moan from before. He didn’t want it to end, but with how she felt and those noises, his body didn’t care for waiting. He lifted one hand to touch her, searching for the bundle of nerves that would send her over the edge with him. He couldn’t stop what was about to run over hi
m like a runaway freight train, but by God, he wasn’t going alone. He leaned over, increasing the angle of her hips. Surrounded by her, the feel, the smell, the look, her gentle moans rising up like blessings, he pinched his eyes shut, his body starting to shake.

  “Trevor,” she inhaled sharply, her body going taut so he knew what was coming. He felt it too. Her legs tightened around him, urging him on. When she started making indiscernible noises, he swore to himself that he wouldn’t stop until she cried out.

  Her body clenched and shook with her climax as her nails bit into his skin.

  Trevor let himself go. His orgasm didn’t just hit him. It jumped the tracks and took him with it, rocking him to his spine. Pretty sure he went blind for a moment, he held on to Brooke and the bed.

  Moments later, she spoke. “That was…” Her voice came out raspy. “Wow.”

  He managed a shaky laugh. “My thoughts exactly.”

  Chapter 26

  This time, when she stretched her leg out beneath the covers, her toes came in contact with one toasty warm, muscular calf. Brooke tried to wriggle her feet underneath Trevor’s leg.

  “Good God, your feet are cold,” he mumbled, rolling from his back to face her.

  “Sorry.” Not really, she wasn’t.

  He rubbed the side of his face against the pillow, eyes still closed. The action made his hair fluff up with static, his face unfairly youthful in sleep. “S’okay. Remind me to start keeping extra socks in my truck though.”

  Brooke’s chest tightened, a longing in her heart stretching toward something warm and safe, yet terrifying.

  He said the words so casually, like it’d be no big deal for him to start carrying around articles of clothing for her. For whenever her feet got cold, any time they were together. He said it as though this would happen frequently, both them spending the night together and her icicle toes.

  His comment was offhand, his voice still raspy with dreams. Trevor didn’t speak with any significant intentions—he was just being Trevor—but her heart held onto his heavy words, and relished the weight.