Crazy Hot Love (Dirty Dicks 2)
“Claire?”
“Hmmm?”
“Tell me not to kiss you.”
I should. You know it, I know it, but… “I can’t.”
Trevor leans in close. My lips part, and I close my eyes.
“Last chance,” he warns.
Curling his fingers around my hip, he tugs me forward until my body is flush against his. My heart beats rapidly, and there isn’t a doubt in my mind he can feel it against his chest.
There’s a pause, and then his hand is gone from my body. A second later he’s cupping my jaw as though my face were made of porcelain. I hold my breath, waiting to feel whether his lips are
as soft as they look.
“Breathe, Claire.”
I do, and on my next breath, Trevor’s lips brush mine. It’s gentle and sweet, and I try to tell myself it’s no different than any other first kiss I’ve had with a man. But I’m lying. It’s different because with this kiss, I melt. With this kiss, my heart thunders inside my chest, and my toes curl in my boots, and I dig my fingers into his shirt as I hold him to me because I can’t get enough.
This kiss is everything I’ve hoped for and everything I’ve told myself I didn’t want or need. But I want it, and I want it with Trevor. Far too soon, the kiss ends, and I open my eyes.
Trevor’s blue eyes are wide, pupils dilated, and all of the desire coursing through me reflects in his gaze.
“What are we doing?” he asks, rubbing absently at his bottom lip.
“No clue. But I want to do it again.” I push up on my toes, sealing my mouth over his, and when he groans, I push my tongue inside his mouth. His tongue brushes against mine, exploring my mouth while I do the same, and you’d never guess that this was our first dance because Trevor kisses me like it’s something he’s been doing for years.
Wrapping an arm around my waist, he hoists me onto the sink. He uses his knee to push mine apart and I pull him to me. Trevor threads his fingers into my hair.
No kiss has ever felt this good, this right. I get lost in his touch, in his scent, in him, knowing I’ll never be the same. With one kiss, Trevor Allen has ruined me for all other men.
Like all good things, this kiss comes to an end, and Trevor rests his forehead against mine. It takes a couple of seconds for me to catch my breath, but when I do, I smile.
“I have no idea what just happened there,” he says.
“It’s called a kiss,” I quip.
He pinches my side, and I giggle, my knee jerking up.
“Ooomph.” Trevor winces and doubles over.
7
Trevor
“You kneed me in the junk.”
Claire’s eyes widen, her pink lips part. “Oh my God. I’m so sorry. Are you okay?” She reaches for my cock as if she can somehow make it better.
Standing up, I band my arm around her back and hold her to me. The last thing she needs to see is my erection, which is growing by the second with her tight little body writhing against mine.
“I’m fine,” I answer, realizing that rather than seeing it, she’s now likely feeling it.
Screw it.
I refuse to apologize for the way my body reacts to hers. Oddly enough, she doesn’t seem affected by it.