Crazy Hot Love (Dirty Dicks 2)

I cup his face in my hands and bring his mouth to mine. The kiss is sweet and simple, an apology of sorts. “I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have said that. It’s just…” Crap. I grimace. “I’m aware of the lifestyle you live and—”

Trevor’s body goes rigid atop mine. “And what lifestyle is that?”

“I don’t know…” I shrug, struggling to find a good way to explain it without offending him, which I’ve already done. “Women flock to you. Every time I see you at Dirty Dicks, you’ve got someone new hanging on your arm. You don’t do relationships, and I’ve never seen you with the same girl twice. What am I supposed to think?”

A stark pain flashes in his eyes. “Geez, Claire. I’m not a manwhore.”

Guilt slices through my chest. He tries to pull back, but I don’t let him. “I know you’re not. I know that. I’m sorry, okay? I shouldn’t have assumed you’d have a condom with you. That wasn’t fair of me. Please,” I beg, running my fingers over his back. “Forgive me. I can barely think around you, let alone talk.”

Trevor takes a deep breath and blows it out. “I haven’t been with a woman in months. Probably close to a year if I were keeping track.”

Wow. I had no idea. But now that I think about it, I’ve seen him at the bar with women, but I haven’t actually seen him leave with anyone in a long time.

“Why?”

He shrugs. “Guess I’m ready for something more than meaningless sex…and I was waiting for the right girl.”

My heart stutters to a stop inside my chest before kick-starting into high gear. “And me…am I the right girl?”

Trevor’s eyes soften. With a thoughtful smile, he rubs his thumb along my lower lip. “Claire.” He whispers my name so delicately, like he could break it. “You’re the only girl.”

“Trevor.” Curling my hand around his neck, I pull his forehead to mine. “I don’t kn

ow what to say. No one has ever said anything like that to me before.”

“You don’t have to say anything, just let me love you.”

I reach for the nightstand beside my bed, but it’s too far away. “There’s a condom in the top drawer.”

“Yeah?”

I nod.

29

Claire

Trevor scoots off the bed, removes his clothes, and slides the condom over his cock. I sit up, and when he reaches for the hem of my shirt, I lift my arms, and he peels it off. The flimsy material lands somewhere on the floor.

Grinning, he leans down and kisses me. I can taste myself on his lips, and it turns me on. His tongue sweeps into my mouth with long, delicious strokes, and when he pulls back, his eyes are dark.

“Can you lay back for me, sweetheart?”

With one fist pressed into the mattress so he can hold himself up, Trevor moves his free hand between my thighs. His fingers push between my folds. I gasp, arching my back as he pushes them deep inside.

“Claire,” he says, lowering his mouth to mine. He trails his lips across my cheek, stopping at my ear. “Please lay back. I need to get inside of you, baby, and I can’t do it in this position.”

With his hand between my legs, I lay back against the bed, and Trevor follows me down. He hovers over me and rubs his cock along my slit.

“You’re so beautiful.”

I lift my hips, groaning when he pulls his fingers out. Trevor props himself up on his elbows and looks down at me. The light from the moon filters through the window, bathing him in a dull glow as he brushes the hair from my face.

“I love you, Claire.”

I run my fingers over his cheek and push them into his hair. Curling my fingers around his head, I pull his face close to mine until our breath is mingling. “I love you, too, Trevor.”

He rocks his hips, grinding himself against me. I raise my hips, meeting his. The friction is almost too much, but not quite enough, and I swear he’s going to kill me.