“Liar,” she whispered, her gaze solely focused on her fingers on his skin. “If you fuck me right now, could you make me forget?”
Jesus. His throat froze, no sound coming out and his cock jerked against the thin cotton of his boxer briefs. “Is that what you want?” he asked when he finally found his voice.
“Yes. Take me to bed, Trevor.” She whispered her invitation and then she looked up at him, her eyes blazing with so much heat he was scorched. “Will you do that for me? Help me forget?”
“What do you want to forget?” He moaned when her fingers slipped beneath his underwear and grazed the tip of his cock. She smoothed circles across the head, lubricating his cock with pre-come.
“Everything but you.” She pulled his cock out of his underwear completely, her hand circling around him and starting a slow, thorough glide. “And me.”
He couldn’t deny her that, didn’t want to either. “Then let’s go to bed, sweetheart.”
Trevor planned on helping her forget all night long.
The man definitely knew how to make her forget.
Scarlett lay naked in Trevor’s arms, in the middle of his giant bed. His mouth fused with hers, his hands wandering over her, setting off sparks of heat wherever he touched. His hard cock brushed against her stomach, and she reached for him, wrapping her fingers around his thick length.
A ragged groan escaped him as he tried to withdraw. “This is supposed to be all about you.”
For some reason his words touched her heart. “But I like this.” She gave him a firm squeeze, and he actually laughed.
It was fun, laughing in bed, naked and aroused. Their sexual encounters were always so intense and commanding. Sometimes even angry, though she’d always, always been left satisfied.
She remembered how upset he’d made her. How jealous she was that he’d been with Drake. No way could she have imagined ending up in bed with Trevor tonight. Not after that revelation at dinner and certainly not after that phone call.
Oh, who was she kidding? The man whispered a few naughty words in her ear and she was wet and willing for him. Needed him like she needed air to breathe, he was so addictive.
It was as if he knew exactly what she wanted. And the thought of that alone frightened her.
“Well, I like it, too. I can’t deny that.” His breath caught when her fingers did a slow glide up and down his shaft. “But if you keep touching me I won’t last.”
“Then let’s hurry up,” she whispered, her gaze lifting to meet his.
He rolled so she lay beneath him, the weight of his muscular body sinking her into the mattress. Propping himself up with his hands on either side of her head, he stared down at her, the intense glow in his stormy eyes making her squirm.
“What?” she asked when he didn’t say anything.
“You’re beautiful,” he whispered, leaning down to brush his mouth against hers. “I like to look at you.”
There went her heart again. It had no business feeling so tight, experiencing that tingle of bliss at his words.
“I just want to make you feel good,” he murmured against her neck, his mouth leaving a hot, damp trail on her sensitive flesh. “Tell me what you want.”
You and me together forever.
Yeah, that would make him kick her out of his bed faster than he could say hell no if she uttered those words. Why would she even think like that? Trevor didn’t do commitment. She really didn’t either.
“Scarlett.”
Blinking, she gazed up at him, wondered why he looked at her as if she might mean something to him. Wondered why he touched her as if she were fragile and made of glass. She watched, struck silent by the sleekness of his moves, the effortless confidence he exuded, as if it didn’t bother him to reveal his feelings, his thoughts. He reached for the drawer of the bedside table and opened it, grabbing a condom. Lifting away from her, he sheathed himself.
All she could do was lie there, silent and hopeful. Knowing that the second he was inside her he would make it all better. Make her all better.
It was a mistake, pinning her hopes on this one man. Yet she couldn’t help it. She would save the regrets for tomorrow.
Slowly, as if he had all the time in the world, he entered her, filling her with one long stroke and their mingled moans sounded in the quiet stillness of the room.
This she didn’t get tired of. The connection, the oneness she felt with Trevor in these moments. Sex had always been about her or him in the past. Never about them.