by Stacy Eaton
“You look very pretty.” The words slipped off my dry tongue, and I knew I should have given her a better compliment, but I couldn’t form any other complete thought. The memory of seeing her naked profile earlier today, the way her body screamed at me to take it now, had my dick begging to explode from my pants.
Holy—fuck—
I couldn’t seem to think straight as she walked beside me. My hands ached to run over her body, to peel back that gorgeous dress and make her mine. How the hell was I going to get through today with her looking like that?
My pants were tight as I climbed into the truck, but I don’t think she noticed. In fact, she seemed a little indifferent at first. While I drove, we talked about my new house, and slowly the blood flow in my crotch returned to normal.
At the church, with her small hand tucked into my arm, I felt like I was flying on a cloud. I loved that she was here with me, was thrilled that she was right beside me.
I wanted to kick myself when Alex complimented her much better than I did, and when Jake practically eye fucked her, I wanted to punch him in the face. Instead, I pulled her to me, glaring at him as if staking a claim. A claim that I didn’t have any right to make, but that I knew I wanted to do.
When it was time to leave her side, that was the last thing I wanted to do. I didn’t want anyone else near her. I wanted to keep her right at my side until I could remove her dress and show her how I felt about her. That’s why after I’d kissed her cheek, I’d whispered later. I had meant to keep that to myself but realized I’d spoken it out loud when she looked at me curiously.
We were in the back room, having a toast to Alex when he smirked at me. “You going to be next?”
“Excuse me?”
“Oh, come on, please tell me you aren’t tapping that.” Jake laughed. “Because if you aren’t, I will.”
I glared at him and almost stepped forward to punch him in the face, but Alex grabbed my arm. “Whoa!”
“Say something like that again, Screamer, and I will kick your ass.”
Jake laughed. “Well, I guess that answers my question.” He slapped me on the back. “She’s a beautiful woman.”
“Yeah, she is,” Alex agreed. He was watching me carefully, and I nodded. “So, are you going to be next?”
I laughed. “Hey, let’s not get us married off yet. We are still getting to know one another.”
“Well, at least that’s not a no.” Alex laughed. “You two look really good together.”
“Thanks,” I replied and guzzled a glass of the scotch that Jake had brought for the occasion.
We changed topics and killed time until it was ready to get the show on the road. “You nervous?” I asked Alex as we prepared to go out.
“To be honest? No. I’ve never been so sure about something in my life.” I slapped his back.
When we stood in front of the crowd, I searched for Davina. I almost missed her because, at first, I’d been looking for her wild hair, but when I found her, I could barely take my eyes off her. Suddenly, I realized what Alex was saying. He wasn’t nervous because he knew. He had trusted his gut, and as I stared at her, I knew I was going to do that too.
She was mine, and I was going to prove it to her.
When Lexi came down the aisle, she looked amazing but nowhere as beautiful as Davina. I wanted to see Davina walking down the aisle in a long white dress, and that thought should have scared the crap out of me, but it didn’t.
I forced myself to pay attention to the ceremony and let my gaze stray a few times. Each time, I would find Davina watching Alex and Lexi, but she would glance my way and catch me. She knew I was looking at her, and I’d smile or wink at her, causing a blush to creep along her cheeks a couple of times.
I was glad when the ceremony was over, and we filed out to greet the guests. Davina came down the line, shaking hands and receiving kisses on the cheek. Jake had kissed her cheek and then grinned at me. My fists tightened at my side, and then she was in front of me.
“Hi,” I breathed toward her.
“Hi,” she replied almost as breathlessly. I couldn’t help myself and leaned down to claim her lips briefly. She seemed surprised but not unhappily so.
“I’ll see you in a few minutes,” I told her as I passed her on to Clare, who hugged her tightly and giggled.
Davina hugged Alex and Lexi and then stepped out of line so others could greet them and wish them well. The minute I could slip out of the line unnoticed, I made a beeline toward her, putting my arm tightly around her as she spoke to another guest.
She put her hand over mine on her hip and slipped her other arm around my waist. When she glanced up at me, I lifted her chin higher with a couple of fingers, placing another kiss on her lips.
I kept her right beside me—the two of us not speaking, just being side by side, touching gently, holding one another—until I had to step away for pictures. I wished that we didn’t still have hours here, but I couldn’t leave. As much as I wanted to be alone with Davina, I did want to share the rest of this day with the happy couple.
Pictures were taken, snacks and drinks were shared, and then I had to part with her again for a little while before the reception. They wanted me to ride in the limo over to the reception hall, and I handed Davina my keys. “You don’t mind driving it over, do you?”
“Not at all,” she’d replied.
I missed her when she left and couldn’t wait to have her back with me. It was the longest forty-five minutes of my life, and I wanted to smack myself at the realization.
When the wedding party was announced at the reception, I did my part, having a quick dance with Clare before I found my way to my table where Davina was sitting patiently, looking elegant and sexy as hell as she sipped from a champagne glass.
Dinner was a fun affair, and after we finished, I propped my arm along the back of her chair. She leaned into my arm, and I adjusted my seat so that I was closer to her.
After the dance floor had officially opened, and the bride and groom took center stage for another dance, I kissed Davina’s temple. “Dance with me.”
She turned surprised eyes my way. “You dance?”
I laughed. “Yes, I dance. Come on. I’ll show you.”
When she stood, I took her hand and led her onto the dance floor, pulling her into my arms and holding her close as the music drifted around us. I enjoyed the feel of her in my arms, the way it felt so right.
“I owe you an apology,” I said, and she tilted her head back so she could see my face, a confused expression covering her features.
“An apology?”
“Yes. Earlier when I picked you up, I told you that you looked very pretty. That was a major understatement, Davina.”
Her brows jumped, and her lips parted, but she didn’t speak.
“I should have told you that you looked utterly amazing. You took my breath away.”
“I did?”
“Yes, I couldn’t even think straight or form the right words to explain it.” She blinked rapidly for a moment, and I cupped her cheek. “Davina Daniels, you look amazing tonight, and I am so glad that you are here with me.”
“You are?”
I nodded slowly, rubbing my knuckles over her cheek. “Yes. I have to admit that when I did first see you tonight, I also thought about getting you out of that dress.”
She chuckled, her cheeks blossoming with color. “You did, huh?”
“Yes, I did. As amazing as you look, as beautiful as that dress is, I want to see you without it. Even your elegantly styled hair screams for me to drag my hands through it. I want to hold you in my arms, touch every inch of your body.”
I felt her shiver. “Trevor—”
“Shh—don’t say anything right now. Just let me hold you. Let me enjoy you in this dress while all these other men devour you with their eyes, and then later, I’m going to take you out of this dress and devour you another way.”
Her lips parted, and her eyes widened.
“I w
ant you, Davina, in so many ways. Tell me you want me too.”
“I do,” she replied softly, and after a moment, I leaned down and tenderly kissed her, our lips brushing over one another as the world around us faded.
I held her close and enjoyed the rest of the dance. She knew a little of how I felt now and certainly knew my intentions. We would have to see how the night ended. If it went the way I hoped, she would be sleeping in my arms tonight, the sexy dress she wore lying in a puddle on the floor.
The rest of the evening, I stayed at her side, constantly touching some part of her. When it was time to go, I could feel the sexual tension surrounding us. We said goodbye to Alex and Lexi as they left, and I saw Lex whisper something to Davina that made her blush.
Once they were gone, we collected our things, and Davina led me out to my truck as I had no idea where she’d parked. I could barely contain the urges inside of myself, and it took everything I had in me not to attack her the moment we reached my vehicle.
Trying to be a gentleman, I tucked her into the truck without manhandling her and then got on the road. I knew I had to pick up Devon, but would Davina be open to coming back to my house with me?
I wasn’t sure how to broach the subject, and she was rather quiet on the other side of the truck. It wasn’t until I had parked and helped her out that I finally found my voice.
“After I get Devon, will you come home with us?”
She paused in the middle of the sidewalk and lifted her face to mine. “No.”
“No?”
She shuffled a little closer to me. “Stay at mine tonight. I still have the bassinet that Carol had for Devon, and I have some extra formula that was left here.”
I stared down at her. “Davina, you know if I stay here, I’m not sleeping on the couch, right?”
She leaned into me. “Yes, I know that.”
I got lost in her whiskey eyes. “Are you sure you want me to stay?”
She nodded slowly. “Yes, Trevor, I want you to stay with me tonight.”
I wrapped my arms around her waist and kissed her deeper than I had all night. She clung to me, and as much as I wanted to continue, I broke it off as rain began to fall on us, and thunder rumbled off in the distance. “Let’s go get Devon and get him settled, and then we are going to take this back up from right here.”
She gave me a shy smile and took my hand, glancing at the sky. When we knocked softly on Lucy’s door, she opened it with a sleepy baby in her arms. She glanced between the two of us. “My, what a beautiful couple you two make.”
“Thank you, Lucy,” Davina told her as I took Devon from her arms.
“He just finished eating, so I’m sure he will go right down for you.” I glanced at Davina, hoping that statement was true. I wasn’t going to be very patient tonight, not when I knew what was waiting for me.
“Thanks again, Lucy.”
“You are very welcome. I hope you two enjoyed the wedding.”
“We did.” I handed Devon off to Davina and collected his seat and diaper bag.
“Aren’t you going to put him in?” Lucy asked.
Davina and I shared a glance, and she replied before I could. “No, he’s going to be staying at my place tonight.”
“Ah,” Lucy smiled widely as she glanced between us. “You all have a wonderful evening.”
“Thanks again, Lucy,” I told her as we left. Lucy winked at me right before she closed the door, and I chuckled softly before catching up to Davina.
By the time we got to Davina’s place, Devon was already asleep. Were we that lucky?
I took her keys and opened her door, holding it so she could slip past. “Can you get the bassinet? It’s in the hall closet.”
I quickly found it and wheeled it out to the living room. Davina slipped Devon into the bed, and he fussed for all of two seconds.
She stared down at him as I came up behind her, wrapping my arms around her waist and kissing the back of her head. She put her hands over mine and sighed.
“You haven’t changed your mind, have you?”
Lightning flashed outside the living room window, and we both looked at it before the accompanying sound vibrated the room.
She turned in my arms, staring up at me. “No. Take me to bed, Trevor.”
Chapter Twenty-Four
Davina
There was no fighting destiny. All the signs led up to this moment, and with the storm over our heads, I wanted to believe that it was Carol’s way of saying this was right.
Trevor wasted no time lifting me in his arms and carrying me to my bedroom. His gaze never faltered from mine, and as he let my body slide slowly down his, his eyes smoldered. Trevor held my face between his palms and slowly bent to touch our mouths together. A crash of thunder echoed through the room, and the kiss deepened.
His arms wrapped around my body, and for a few moments, we stood there kissing intensely. I was to the point that I was about to beg him for more when his lips left my mouth and he began to scatter kisses over my face and down my neck. I whimpered at the warm touch, clinging to his arms to hold myself upright.
Trevor slid his thumbs under the straps of my dress, and more slowly than I cared for, shifted them until they slipped down my arms. His chest, which had pressed to mine, shifted back, and the dress lowered. His mouth followed, running straight down to the line between my cleavage. His hands shifted my dress, cupping my breasts, and I gasped at his touch, my head falling back as he peeled one cup back and latched on to my nipple.
I dropped my arms, and the dress continued to fall from my body. With a little shimmy and small tug, the dress landed in a pool at my feet. His hands caressed my body, wrapping around me to hold me tightly to him. The difference between my naked skin and his tuxedo was rather exciting as my core clenched with need.
I pushed his jacket from his shoulders, and he helped shrug out of it, letting it fall to the ground with my dress. His hands left my body, but not his mouth as he lavished kisses back up my neck, and he removed his bow tie. I was already working on the buttons of his shirt, and between the two of us, we made quick work of it. He pulled back only long enough to yank his t-shirt over his head.
My hands splayed over his wide chest, loving the heated feeling of his skin as I ran them down to his waistline. He helped me with his pants, and he toed off his shoes and kicked them to the side. His hands glided down to my hands, and he stepped back, holding my arms out to the sides so he could look at me from top to bottom.
“You are so fucking beautiful, Davina.” I felt no modesty as I stood there because I knew that what he said, he truly felt. His words caressed my heart, making it take that final shift from falling—to in love with him. “So. Fucking. Beautiful.”
He brought our bodies back together and began to kiss me urgently. His erection pushed against my stomach, begging for attention. My hands went to his hips, and I peeled down his boxers so that he could spring free. The silky touch of his hot skin against my stomach made me shiver as I realized how much I was looking forward to making love to him.
He walked me back to the bed, laying me down gently before he leaned down and removed his socks, then running his hands down my legs and taking my shoes off so slowly that I almost grew frustrated. He kissed each ankle, then each calf, slowly gliding his hands up my legs where he kissed my knees and then my thighs. My eyes closed, and his hands brushed over the tops of my thighs, his thumbs teasing the juncture ever so slightly before stopping at the edge of my panties.
“May I?” he whispered, and I nodded.
He removed them painstakingly slow and then once again kissed his way back up. My core clenched, eager for his touch, and this time as his thumbs skimmed the area, they shifted closer, and I gasped. My head lulled to the side, my eyes rolling back into my head as he leaned forward and kissed the inside edge of my thigh, pushing my legs apart and then running his tongue over my fevered flesh. I jerked in response as my nerve endings sent out sparks of pleasure through my body. He went b
ack for more, my hands twisting in his hair as I held him there, needing more.
I’d never been greedy before, but with Trevor between my legs, and knowing that he wasn’t going anywhere tonight, I wanted to keep him in place as long as I could. My sex-deprived body screamed for release, and he was quick to deliver. The explosion was so extreme that I thought my own personal lightning bolt had honestly struck me.
As I recovered from it, Trevor slowly moved up my body, kissing my stomach, my ribs, lavishing my breasts again, and then returning to my face. He paused before he kissed me, a question in his eye, and I pulled his mouth to mine. I knew some women might not want to taste themselves on their lover’s lips, but it was part of the process. We were sharing bodies, sharing love; nothing was off limits.
Our tongues dueled as his body covered mine, the weight of his frame pressing me deeper into the mattress, making me feel cocooned and safe. Suddenly he lifted and shifted off of me, and my eyes burst open.
“Where—”
He grinned at me as he grabbed his pants and dug around in a pocket. I laid my head back on the bed, feeling like an idiot for not thinking about protection. God, it had been so long, and the fact that he had thought about it and I didn’t, just showed how long it had been for me.
He was back a moment later, and instead of sheathing himself, he brought our mouths back together for a long, drawn-out kiss. He got up on his knees between my legs, and I watched him roll the condom on with a practiced hand. My mind shifted, and I shoved the thought away of just how much practice he might have had.
He leaned over me, kneading my breasts hungrily as he suckled on them. My hands held his head to one and then the other, begging for more, begging for all of him. He lowered himself onto me, making me once again feel safe under his weight, and lined himself up to enter.
When he paused, my eyes opened, and I found him watching me. “Are you sure?”
“Yes, Trevor, I want you in me.” I whispered the words between us, and he shifted his hips, filling me slowly. I arched into him, taking him all the way in, loving the feel of him deep within me. He closed his eyes, tensed his body as thunder rumbled around the room, and I watched him as he tried to remain in control.