Heart of Glass (Fostering Love 3)

His words cut off as I ran my hand along the side of his face, relishing the scruff of his beard against my palm. Groaning, his mouth moved lower, nipping and sucking at the skin of my belly. When he urged me to turn with the press of his hands, I spun unsteadily to face the table, my hands banging loudly on the top as I felt his mouth move to the curve of my ass.

“I’m—” he murmured against my skin. “You’re—” He didn’t finish his thoughts, instead, he hummed against my skin as his hands moved up the insides of my thighs. My legs began to shake as his fingers moved along my skin, and by the time they’d reached my center, I was bracing my forearms against the table in an attempt to stay standing.

“Trevor,” I mumbled, as one of his hands kneaded my ass and the other swept back and forth lightly against my clit. “Oh, shit.”

“Feel good?” he asked quietly.

I nodded, swallowing hard as I tried to keep myself from making too much noise. My hips instinctively rocked back toward him and my head dropped forward as his hands slid away and his erection pressed against me through his boxers.

“Yeah?” he asked, gently nudging me from behind.

“Yes,” I mumbled, reaching back to pull at his boxers.

His body moved away from me, and I sighed in defeat, thinking he’d changed his mind. Then, just seconds later, before I could even push myself up from the table, he was back.

“Condom,” he said, running a hand gently down my spine.

He slid inside me with no hesitation whatsoever. Any reluctance or second thoughts were gone. All we could do was feel, his fingers interlaced with mine on the table and his muscular body pressing and retreating over and over as I followed his movements with my own.

It didn’t matter how we were positioned, or that we were in the middle of my dad’s house, or that my child was sleeping peacefully in her crib. Nothing outside the way his skin slid against mine, and his dark fingers gripped my palms, and his breath trembled against my throat, mattered. It was the best sex, hands down, that I’d ever had.

But once the orgasms had waned and our skin cooled and I stood upright again, recriminations and doubt began circling in my mind with the force of a tornado. What in God’s name had I done?

“You are the most beautiful woman I’ve ever seen,” Trevor said softly, brushing his hands against my cheeks as I stood there, naked and regretful.

“I need to get dressed,” I replied numbly, almost wincing at the change in his expression.

I slid out of his arms and awkwardly bent at the knees to retrieve my swimsuit bottoms. Unfortunately, that put me at eye level with his cock, which was still semi-hard and covered in a condom. A very full condom. Dear God.

I snapped back up and almost hit my head on his chin. He hadn’t moved an inch as he’d watched me fumble and stare.

“Morgan?” he asked as I stepped away, covering my breasts with my arm.

“Etta’s going to be up soon,” I said, avoiding eye contact and snatching my bikini top from the table.

“You serious right now?” he questioned. He didn’t reach for me, but his entire body shifted as he tried to get me to look at him.

“I’m sorry,” I mumbled, walking toward the entryway, where my shorts were lying in a heap.

“I’ve still got a condom hanging off my dick,” he said incredulously.

“There’s paper towels on the counter,” I replied, deliberately ignoring his tone.

I didn’t watch, but I could hear him as he moved farther into the kitchen. Scrambling, I barely got my top back on before he was in my peripheral vision again.

“Am I missing something here?” he asked as he jerkily pulled his boxers up his thick thighs. “’Cause I was pretty sure you were on board with all that.”

I didn’t answer. I had absolutely no clue what to say.

“Morgan,” he said again sharply, making my head lurch up in surprise. “Please tell me that I didn’t get my signals crossed here.”

The look on his face and the way he held his body made my stomach twist in remorse.

“You didn’t,” I said scratchily, shaking my head. “I told you yes.” I cleared my throat. “More than once.”

“Then what the fuck, baby?” he asked softly, taking a step forward.

“We shouldn’t have done this,” I said, retreating back a few steps. “This was such a bad idea.”

His head flew back like I’d slapped him.

“I disagree.”

“I’m sorry,” I replied, wrapping my arms around my waist. I really wished I was wearing more clothes. I’d have done damn near anything for a freaking robe.

“Yeah.” He made a sound in his throat and looked at the floor, rubbing a hand down his face. “Me too.”