How to Save A Life

Chapter 12

Marli shivered with excitement as she watched Trey approach her, now alone in the hotel room. She was burning for him, wet and desperate, aching with emptiness, pulsing with need. Her nipples hardened almost painfully, her breasts tight and full. She wanted to finish what they'd started earlier.

His eyes were so hot she melted. Waves of intensity shimmered off him, almost frightening her.

He stopped in front of her, their bodies as close as they could be without touching. Heat radiated off him, every muscle and tendon in his body taut. A pulse throbbed in his tight jaw.

She put a hand up to that jaw, touched him softly, let her fingers trail over the strong jawbone and down his neck, and his eyes darkened even more. He shuddered and stared at her mouth. Her lips parted.

"I was so scared for you tonight," she whispered. She touched his face again, stroked one thick, dark eyebrow, touched a high cheekbone. With the back of her hand, she rubbed her knuckles across his lean cheek, rough with dark stubble, trailed her thumb across his bottom lip. Strong white teeth nipped the pad of that thumb and she smiled, letting him lick her thumb. Then she rubbed her wet thumb across his lip again.

God, he could've been killed, with that lunatic shooting at him, and then Trey'd chased after him. Her legs went mushy.

"You were scared," he muttered. "Christ, Marli, I've been a cop for nearly eight years. I've never lost my mind like that. If he'd shot you..." He groaned, a raw, agonized sound, and he swept her into his arms and kissed her over and over.

Her mouth opened for him, her tongue met his, twined with his in a hot, wet kiss that went on and on and on. Her body dissolved as Trey snugged her closer, his big hands on her hips, pressing her against his erection.

She pushed into him, arching in his possessive hold. A moan tore from her throat. "God, I need you." Exquisite heat throbbed between her legs and in her nipples. Tiny needles of hot sensation prickled her skin, every nerve ending jumping, everything inside her pulling up.

He let out a ragged groan in response, hands cupping her butt, pulling her harder against him. His big thigh slid between her legs, and she climbed him, ground her pelvis against him, gasping as she strained closer. Then, mindlessly, breathlessly, she came. "Ohhhh." Her body spasmed against his, quivery sensation rippling from her core through her body. Trey held her while she climaxed, riding his thigh, pleasure cascading over her, then her body sank into him as it softened.

"Jesus, Marli, what was that?"

She moaned, her face tucked against his chest. She couldn't believe that had just happened. "God, Trey, don't you know?"

He gave a soft laugh. "Yeah, I know. I just can't believe it. You are so hot."

"I can't help it. You make me hot."

She was draped over him like a wet hotel towel. He still vibrated with tightly controlled need. "I'm sorry." She drew back to look in his face. "I should've waited for you."

"Hell, no," he said roughly. "It's not like you only get one chance to come. I'm gonna make you come again. And again, until you're out of your mind."

A sharp jolt of heat shot through her womb at his words. He worked her long T-shirt up over her thighs and hips, then all the way over her head.

"No, wait." Her hands tugged his away from the button of her jeans. "I want you naked." She started to unbutton his shirt.

"Oh, yeah. I want me naked, too. With you naked. In that bed. Like, yesterday."

She tried to get her shaking fingers to work on the small buttons. Then she pushed the sides of his shirt apart. "I love your chest," she murmured, smoothing her hands across his muscles.

"I like yours, too."

She looked up at him, smiling. Their gazes caught and held. Humor and lust combined in a potent bond that drew them together, connected them.

"Pants off," she said suddenly. "Now." She fumbled with the button of his jeans, and he brushed her hands aside to unzip himself on one neat motion, shoving the jeans easily down over his hips. She bent down to take them all the way off, dragging them away as he stepped out of them, taking his socks with them.

"Yours, too." Hers were a little more effort, fitting snugly as they did, and she wriggled her hips to help him get them off. "God," he breathed the word. "I love how you do that."

Now they stood in their underwear, face to face. Her hands rested on his chest, his on her waist, and they stared at each other.

"Oh, Trey," she whispered and went onto her toes to kiss him, winding her arms around his neck, pressing skin to hot skin. She couldn't believe they were finally doing this, and for this time, even though it was incredibly, decadently pleasurable, it felt right. This was now. What she was doing with Trey had nothing to do with Krista. She gently pushed Krista away into the back of her memory--not forever, just for now--and deepened the kiss, slanting her mouth across his, losing herself in the sensual pleasure of Trey's embrace.

Trey wrapped his arms around her and tumbled her onto the bed, coming down beside her, his body big, heavy and hot. She cried out with pleasure as he cupped one breast, then kissed the other, closing his lips over her budded nipple and sucking. His fingers plucked at the other nipple, and all sensation in her body centered on those two tight little points as he sucked, licked and pulled.

She rolled her head on the bed in ecstasy. She whimpered and fisted her hands in his hair. But his hair was almost too short to get a good grip on, and she raked her nails over his scalp, wringing a gasp from him. He used his teeth on her nipples, making her writhe with an almost unbearable pleasure.

Her hips lifted off the bed, seeking something to fill that empty, aching void, wanting Trey inside her. Her hands moved over his back to his tight butt, to the soft cotton underwear. Slipping around front, she filled her hand with his penis, thick and long. She moaned. Fingers digging, she managed to find the elastic band of the briefs and tug them down over his hips, freeing his hard shaft. He lay on his side, his erection brushing her hip, and she closed her hand around him, yearning to feel him, hot and velvety.

Her thumb brushed over the tip, spreading the warm wetness she found there, making him shudder and groan and twitch in her hand. "I want you inside me."

"Hold on." He rolled away from her, and she whimpered in disappointment.

"What...where are you going?"

He rolled off the bed and strode to the bathroom, returning with a handful of condoms that he tossed onto the bed. She rose up on her elbows, eyed the condoms, then looked at him with a choked laugh.

"Wow," she said. "I'm impressed. Or maybe afraid."

He grinned back at her, waggling his eyebrows, dropping onto the bed beside her and rolling her under him. He snagged one of the condoms and ripped it open.

"Let me, let me," she begged, struggling to sit up. "I've always wanted to do this." Pulse leaping, excitement surging in her, she fumbled a bit, getting it in place.

"Um...inside out, honey," he told her.

She turned it over, started trying to roll it onto him, her fingers groping and slipping. Biting her lip, she glanced up at him and saw his eyes closed as if in pain, jaw clenched.

"Um...I'm not doing very well, am I?"

His hands closed over hers, his eyes shut, stilling her touch. Taking slow, deep breaths, he waited. Finally, he opened his eyes, smiled into hers and brushed her hands away. He pinched the tip and rolled the condom down easily onto his thick shaft.

She admired him, the shape of him, the size of him, the sexy way he touched himself to put the condom on. The aching glow inside her burned even hotter. "Sorry," she whispered. "This isn't the first time I've ever done that, although you might think so."

"Marli."

"Mmm?."

"Shut up and kiss me."

"Oh. You betcha." She stretched herself over him, reaching for his mouth, his hands on her waist lifting and helping her, settling her over him. He pushed her legs apart, his penis nudging at her insistently.

"Yes, yes." She hissed as the big head of his penis thrust at her. She opened her legs wider, lifted over him, then used her fingers to part her labia. Oh. She was so wet.

She let her fingers play there with carnal enjoyment, her clit swollen and sensitive. Her lids closed in a slow blink, but when they opened, she saw Trey's eyes darken as he watched her fingers between her legs. His cock twitched.

"Marli."

She smiled at the need roughening his voice.

Trey took hold of himself to guide his penis into her, and oh, he filled her so wonderfully.

She sank onto him, closing her eyes in delight, as she descended on him, lower, lower.

"More, honey," he groaned. "All the way...yes."

She rose up and lowered again, taking all of him, his hard, throbbing length filling her, stretching her.

"God, that's good," she whispered. So good. She moved on him, riding him, hands on his chest, crisp hair and hard male nipples against her palms. After long moments of exquisite dragging out and surging in, he grabbed her hands and flipped her over onto her back, managing to do it without leaving her.

"Smooth," she commented, and he choked on a laugh.

Now he was on top of her, driving into her, controlling the pace, sliding in and out with hard, demanding strokes.

"You're so wet, Marli," he murmured. "You feel so good around me, tight and hot and wet."

"Mmmm."

He thrust harder, faster. The world spun away, her consciousness constricting to the incomparable excitement tightening her body. He reached between them and found her clit, slicking up her moisture and rubbing her there. Intense sensation like she'd never experienced shot through her as his penis stroked against a pleasure point inside her and his fingers stroked her clit, the two sensations combining into one intense spiral that twisted and built inside her almost to the point of pain. "Oh. I'm...coming," she managed to say, one heartbeat before she was overcome by wrenching, hard jolts. Lights exploded and sparkled behind her eyes.

"Yeah, honey, that's it. God..." He growled as his body tensed, hard against hers, and he shuddered violently as he came inside her.

Wave after wave of hot pleasure washed over her, leaving her weak and trembling beneath him, even as he pressed into her.

His arms shook and he fell onto her, his big body crushing her, squeezing the air out of her lungs.

"Trey..."

"Sorry," he mumbled. He moved off her, but pulled her tight against him.

She felt the aftershocks rumble through him for long moments, her own body a quivering mass of excited sensations.

"Holy crap," she murmured, her hand going to his short hair again and ruffling it. A rush of emotion so intense, so hot, so soft, flowed through her and her heart squeezed and swelled up. What had they just done?