Only Trick

“Trick …”

“I need my Darby fix.”

My heart leaps into my throat capturing my breath while I open my eyes because that voice … it’s not in my dream.

He’s here!

I put my palms on that sexy stubble with slow apprehension, like he could vanish under my touch. The street light filtering through my sheer curtains illuminates life in those amazing eyes. “You’re here.”

“I’m here.” He kisses me and it’s a breath of air filling my lungs, feeding my heart, and awakening every cell in my body.

That taste, it’s a quenching drink of water with a splash of mint. A warm inviting tongue greets mine with slow but firm strokes—a controlled desperation. Releasing my lips he kisses my cheek while cradling my face. I pull back, just to stare at him. My eyes blink in a rapid flutter.

He gives me what he doesn’t give anyone else … that roguish grin with perfect white teeth while he shrugs off his shirt. The beautiful terrain of muscles and tattoos indulge my eyes. Then he pushes down his jeans and boxer briefs, grin growing as I pull my eyes away from him to his eyes … Dear God, he’s his own finest masterpiece. I don’t care, he can wear that cocky grin all he wants. After ten days I’m going to unabashedly gawk at every inch of him.

A statue, he stands at the edge of my bed. I drag my drunken gaze back to his eyes again. “Miss me, sexy?”

I dig my teeth into my lower lip to contain my exuberance while I give him a slow nod. He reaches down and pulls my T-shirt over my head. I lie back. He pulls off my panties and kisses a slow trail up my body; my eyelids leaden from his touch.

“Darby …” he whispers over my lips.

I open my eyes and press my palms to his face.

“I love you.” He takes my right leg and pulls it up as he sinks into me.

I fight to keep my eyes open as my breath catches. “I love you too … so damn much.” I breathe out, pulling his face to mine, bending my other knee, and allowing his body to completely claim mine.

*

Brrr …

I haven’t even thought about turning on the furnace yet because summer is not over. However, fall has made a hail mary and landed two surprisingly cold days into the end of summer. Last night it fell into the forties with rain and gusty winds and now my place is freezing! Trick’s passed out, and as much as it kills me to leave his warm, naked body, I have to get the heat going in this place just to take the chill off.

“Eek!” The icy floor shocks my toasty toes. Making a mad dash for the thermostat in the hall, I wrap a chenille throw around my naked body. Flipping on the heat, I scurry on the balls of my feet back to the bedroom. An amused face propped up on a tattooed arm greets me.

“What are you doing?” He lifts the covers as I sprint the rest of the way, tossing the throw to the floor and leaping into bed.

I bear hug his warm body, cold nose nuzzled in his neck. “I can’t believe I have to turn on my furnace, but it’s a cool sixty degrees in here.”

He kisses the top of my head. “You seemed plenty warm last night. In fact, I think you were sweating.”

I giggle, kissing my way down his chest under the covers. “I was just giving you your Darby fix.”

He lifts the covers, tilting his chin to look down at me. “And what are you doing now?” That voice is an acoustic vibrator; it makes every conversation foreplay for me.

I inch my way down, kissing below his navel then licking along the tip of his erection. His hips jerk up. I grin. “Now I’m getting my Trick fix.”

He moans as I take him into my mouth. His hands fist my hair and the covers fall back over my head, leaving me in a darkness of pleasure. This has never been my thing … until Trick. Everything about him is officially my thing.

Everything about him leaves me in the most incredible sensory overload. I’m so drunk on him. He moans and tugs at my hair, driving me insane with need. Trick unleashes some untamed part of myself … I could fucking devour him.

“Darby … stop …”

Not happening.

I feel the conflict in his grip on my hair. He starts to pull me away, but his hips pulse toward me, begging for more.

“Fuck … Darby … I-I’m … serious …”

I ghost my hand over his hip and slide it under his ass, digging my fingers into his tight muscles. For just a few minutes I want to control his body the way he does mine. I want to feel him lose his mind, helpless to my touch.