Prologue
(Just a little recap in case you need a refresher)
“I think I can manage that,” Trevor said, rolling his hips into her grip and making Zoe lick her lips in appreciation.
She really wasn’t sure how she’d survived the last week without him. Five years without plain old sex was nothing in comparison to seven days of going without sex with Trevor. She prayed that she never had to experience this kind of torture again, because she was positive that she wouldn’t survive.
Of course, she knew that if she truly wanted sex that all she had to do was yell his name and he would have come running, which was part of the problem. She needed a little space to make sure that this wasn’t just about sex for either one of them. Although she’d missed touching him and holding him, she’d actually missed just being with him more.
She missed his smile, the way he glared at her when she teased him, the way he pouted when he ran out of food, and she even missed his bossiness. She just missed him and up until a few hours ago, she hadn’t been completely sure if he wanted her for her or for the arrangement, but after his cute little antics, she knew that he loved her.
His attempts to see her were so sweet and entertaining. When her hot water had suddenly stopped working, she’d almost called out to him, but then she’d heard him in his bathroom muttering to himself for her to hurry the hell up so that he could turn the hot water tank back on before the pipes burst. So with a little pleased smile she sat back, curious to see what else he’d do.
When he’d snuck into her apartment to entice the dogs with his underwear, it had taken every ounce of strength that she’d had not to laugh her ass off as she pretended to be asleep. It had been especially difficult when the dogs managed to steal the underwear out of his hand and make a mad dash for the kitchen. For about five minutes she discreetly watched as Trevor did his best to chase after the dogs without making any noise. She had to admit that for a man his size, he did a pretty good job of quietly running after her dogs, except for the occasional curse that is. When he’d finally managed to grab the two dogs and shut the door behind him, she’d buried her face in her pillow and laughed until it hurt.
He was just so damn cute.
Her favorite moment of course, was when he was outside jacking up her car while his cousins and uncles all stood along the sidewalk taking pictures and laughing their asses off at him. Except for the few times he’d flipped them off, he ignored them as he’d struggled with frozen nuts and bolts for almost two hours straight. Of course, he probably would have finished a lot faster if his family hadn’t been throwing snowballs at him while he’d worked.
They really were an entertaining family.
Still she’d held out, curious to see what he’d do next. When that something else had been shutting off her heat, she gave in and came over, even more curious to see how far he would take things.
Except once he had her where he’d wanted her, he’d left her alone. She couldn’t even begin to describe how disappointed she’d been when he hadn’t joined her in the bathtub. An hour later, disappointed and wrinkly, she climbed into bed waiting for him to join her there. She’d really been looking forward to falling asleep in his arms, but the jerk never showed up so she decided that maybe it was her turn to make a move.
“But we’re going to do it my way,” Trevor announced just before he took her mouth in a quick, too quick, passionate kiss.
“What’s this now?” she asked in a daze.
“I said we’re doing this my way. While I work, you’ll talk,” he said, grabbing the hem of her oversized tee-shirt and yanked it up and off her in a matter of seconds, leaving her completely nude. Trevor’s rough sound of approval sent shivers of anticipation throughout her body.
“Talk?” She watched as he devoured her body with his eyes and she was thankful that the room was dim enough to make her feel comfortable.
“Uh huh,” he said, pulling her forward. “You tell me all about this new arrangement while I make up for seven days, sweetheart.”
She opened her mouth to answer, but the only thing that came out was a loud strangled moan as Trevor closed his lips around one of her taut nipples and sucked, hard. She had to grab his shoulders and hold on before she fell over.
He wanted her to talk? Now? He really couldn’t be serious.
“W-we can talk later,” she suggested, hoping that he’d do that little thing with his teeth and tongue that she loved.
He did.
But then he pulled back and she nearly whimpered.
“I think,” he said, leaning forward again and running the flat of his tongue over her nipple, “that this is the perfect time for you to tell me what you had in mind.”
“But later would be better,” she said, sounding a little desperate and not really giving a damn. The man had a gifted mouth and she was more than willing to let him use that gift on her.
“I think now is perfect,” he murmured, tracing a line with his tongue from one nipple to the other. He traced around the nipple that practically begged for his attention before he drew it into his mouth and sucked.
“Now?” she choked out.
“Get talking, woman,” he said around her nipple.
“About?” she asked hazily.
He chuckled around her nipple before he flicked it with his tongue and pulled back. “This new arrangement of yours,” he reminded her.
“Oh right, the arrangement,” she said numbly.
“Get talking or I stop,” he said and just to prove that he was serious, he pulled away from her breast.
“Okay, okay,” she said, grabbing the back of his head and yanking him back to where he belonged. With a small chuckle, he took her nipple back into his mouth.
She forced herself to ignore how unbelievably good he felt or the fact that he held her hip tightly so that she couldn’t move against him and focused. If they were going to have any hopes for a future there were a few things that they needed to clear up.
“How many children do you want?” she asked, knowing that this was by far the most important question. If he was hell bent on only having one kid it was going to become a bit awkward.
“As many as you’re willing to give me,” he said, pulling back and releasing her nipple with a wet pop. “Next,” he said, burying his face in the crook of her neck as one hand continued to squeeze and caress her breast as the other slid from her hip to her bottom where his talented hand kneaded and squeezed, forcing her to cradle his erection.
“Next....okay, um,” she said absently as she tried to rub herself against him and this time he allowed it. “If um, if we get married we’re going to need a bigger home,” she said, remembering his offer to buy them a house. She wasn’t sure if he meant right away or sometime in the future, but with twins, Bradford twins, they were going to need more space soon. Not to mention a large kitchen with more storage space and maybe a larger fridge.
“I’ll build you a house, sweetheart. Anything you want,” he promised against her neck.
“I just want you, Trevor,” she said, knowing nothing else really mattered as long as she had him.
“You have me, sweetheart,” he said, pulling away just far enough so that he could look into her eyes. “I promise that you will always have me.”
“No more pretending,” she said, feeling her chin quiver, knowing that it would kill her to go one more day pretending that he wasn’t everything to her. Out of everything that had happened between them that was the one thing that hurt the most.
“Never. I’m going to make damn sure that everyone knows that you’re all mine,” he swore just before he swooped in and took her mouth in a hungry kiss.
“You promise?” she asked against his mouth, feeling her
heart race.
“Promise,” he swore.
“Any other conditions for this new arrangement that I should know about?” he asked, moving his mouth back to her neck.