He nodded. “I do. And the answer is, nameless, unimportant women.”
Her heart stopped beating. “All of them?”
Again, he nodded.
“Why?” she asked softly, unable to believe they were having this conversation.
“Are you sure you want an answer?”
Was she sure? Ten years of wondering if Trevor ever thought of her. Lonely nights of imagining him taking other women to bed, falling in love with one of them, eventually marrying one and having children. Jealousy had eaten away at her even as her rational self knew she had no right. She was the one who’d turned to someone else. She’d had another man’s baby.
She met his gaze and nodded.
“Okay, but once you get it, there’s no turning back.”
She couldn’t suppress a smile. Because she had the sense there was no turning back anyway. “I’m sure.”
His dark eyes smoldered with need. “They were all nameless, unimportant blurs because they weren’t you.”
“Oh, Trevor,” she said as his words wrapped around her heart.
His grip on her waist tightened, his large hand cupping her so hard she thought he’d leave marks. The thought of him marking her in any way aroused her beyond reason. So did the hardened erection pressing into her belly, telling her how very much he wanted her.
That was what she could believe in. The only thing.
The feelings behind the desire? Those were emotions she no longer let herself trust.
“I need to get out of here,” he said gruffly.
Lissa nodded. She’d never wanted anything more. Another night with Trevor was more than she’d ever imagined—and now it looked like they’d have at least two before she went home to Serendipity and the life she’d chosen so very long ago.
*
Instead of going to Lissa’s hotel as she’d expected, Trevor gave the driver his Upper East Side address, which for some reason made this next step seem all too real. To see where he lived, what his life was like ... She shivered.
“Cold?” he asked from his seat beside her in the car. She shook her head. “Ah. Then you’re thinking too much.”
She smiled, amazed he could read her so well after all these years.
“Guess I’ll have to remedy that.” He reached up and slid his fingers beneath her hair, cupping her neck and pulling her close. Then, without wasting any time, he sealed his lips over hers.
His instincts had been correct, she thought. At the sizzling connection between them, all coherent thought stopped completely.
He’d always been talented with his mouth and that hadn’t changed. His lips slid back and forth over hers, taking her for a blissful, mind-numbing experience that quickly turned hot and arousing when he grasped her hair in his hand and deepened the kiss.
The slightly aggressive move was somehow erotic too, and her body liquefied with the tug against her scalp. With a moan, she returned each swipe and thrust of his tongue with equal fervor and need, wanting nothing more than to crawl into his lap and get as close as possible given the barrier of clothing.
When he suddenly pulled back, her entire body protested the loss of his mouth over hers. “What’s wrong?” she asked, feeling dazed and
unfulfilled.
“We’re here,” he said.
Lissa looked out the window. “Oh,” she said, shocked to see the car had stopped in front of a building.
He grinned and slipped his hand in hers. “Thank you, Tony,” he said to the driver.
Lissa blushed and ducked her head, embarrassed they’d been making out with the man right in front.