Straddling the Line

FOURTEEN

A QUICKIE? WHAT THE HELL. NO WAY WAS TREVOR giving Haven a quick fuck. Not the first time.

He had no idea what was going on in her head, but when she’d first suggested sex in the restaurant, the idea of banging her in the car in the parking lot had rushed into his head, so yeah, maybe a quickie had been on his mind. At least initially.

But this was Haven, and she deserved better, especially since having sex with her had been on his mind a lot.

The thought of fucking her all night long? Now that was more to his liking. Especially now that he had her naked and stretched out in her bed. She smelled good, her body was smoking hot and curved in all the right places, and his cock was rock hard and ready to give her anything she asked for.

Right now, though, it was time to explore. He rested his head in one of his hands, and used the other hand to roam across her rib cage, heading north to start, over her lush, perfect breasts. Her nipples puckered right away, tightening to dark, upturned peaks as he rolled his palms over them. His gaze drifted to her face. She was watching him. He smiled at her.

“It’s okay for you to tell me what you like.”

“I like your hands on me.”

“Do you like a soft touch, like this?” He rolled his thumb over her nipples, achingly slow and easy. Her breasts rose and fell with her hard breaths.

“Yes.”

“Or maybe something with a little more . . . intensity—like this.” He caught a nipple between his fingers and pulled, then added some pressure.

“Oh, shit. Oh, yes. I like that, too.”

Her bold response made his balls quiver. He leaned over her and caught a nipple between his lips and sucked, rewarded with her gasp, then a very loud moan when he drew her nipple harder into his mouth, increasing the suction. When she held on to his head, arching her back and demanding more, he discovered exactly what Haven liked, so he gave the other nipple the same treatment.

He loved a woman who was vocal, who told him what worked for her and what didn’t. A silent woman was very rarely satisfied, because men weren’t psychic.

He was looking forward to this exploration, because every sound she made, every “harder,” “oh, yes, there,” and “oh, my God, yes” was driving him to the brink and making his dick swell with anticipation.

He hoped he’d be able to give Haven exactly what she wanted tonight. He wanted nothing more than to please her.

Haven rocked her hips in time to Trevor sucking her nipples. Her clit tingled, her sex damp with need. And when he pulled away and took her mouth in a kiss that rocked her senses, he moved his hand over her stomach and lower, cupping her sex.

He lifted his head. “You’re wet. Are you ready for me?”

“Yes,” she said in a breathless voice.

He kept his gaze on her as he dipped his fingers lower, teasing her clit. “I’m going to make you come so many times tonight, Haven, that you’re going to beg me to stop.”

She swallowed, her throat already dry. “Try me.”

His lips curved in a sexy, arrogant, I’m-a-confident-man-and-I’m-about-to-rock-your-fucking-world smile.

She didn’t mind that at all. In fact, she found it incredibly arousing at the moment. And when he dipped two fingers inside her and began to pump, at the same time moving the heel of his hand against the most sensitive spot on her, she arched, helping him find the rhythm.

He was so damn cooperative it almost drove her crazy. “There?” he asked.

“Yes.”

He didn’t need a lot of coaching, either. He was gentle when he needed to be, and then instinctively seemed to know when she needed more pressure, taking her right to the edge in record time. It helped that she trusted him, that this was a man she’d known for so long. He wasn’t new.

But he was, wasn’t he? They’d been cordial acquaintances before. Verbal sparring partners at best. Tonight, he was going to become her lover, something she’d fantasized about a lot, wondering what it would be like to have Trevor’s hands roaming her body, to feel their mouths connect, his tongue tangling with hers. It had been heady fantasies she’d feverishly masturbated to when she’d been in college.

The reality of it was so much better.

Surprisingly, there was no awkwardness between them. They’d gotten naked, he’d taken control, and now she hung on a rack of delicious tension, so close to coming she could fly right now. But she loved Trevor’s mastery of her body, the utter bliss she felt as he had his way with her. She wanted a few more seconds of this feeling of absolute euphoria before she let go.

And when she did, she told him.

“Trevor, you’re going to make me come so hard.”

“Let go for me, Haven. Let me feel it. I want to feel your pussy squeezing my fingers.”

She breathed deeply, prolonging the sweet agony for a few more seconds as pleasure tightened within her, then released in waves of undulating pleasure, gripping his wrist as she writhed against him, crying out because it had been so damn long since she’d been with someone who’d made her feel this good.

Her orgasm ripped through every fiber of her. And Trevor held her even while she bucked against him, her nails digging into his arms. It was like an out-of-body experience, like she was flying and she never wanted it to stop.

It took a while for her to settle. When she did, Trevor was right there, watching her, smiling at her, his desire not waned in the least. In fact, the passionate fury in his eyes was even deeper than it had been before.

One orgasm, she’d thought. All she thought she’d needed was one. But it turned out, just seeing the need in his eyes refueled her own. And when he pulled his fingers from her and licked them, her lips parted in surprise, her body clenching in anxious desire.

She sat up and wrapped her hand around the nape of his neck, drawing his mouth to hers for a hot, lengthy kiss that nearly swamped her senses. Trevor’s answering groan and the way he swept her away with his hands and his mouth made her realize she’d have to steel her defenses.

Staying emotionally distant from him was going to be difficult. He had a way of taking her under, of making her want him beyond just the physical. He was caring and generous, and as he spread her legs and shifted down to put his mouth on her sex, she threw her hands over her eyes, trying to shut out everything but the way his mouth felt on her pussy, and the way he took her right to the edge again with his lips, his teeth, and his tongue, owning her body instantly in a way no man ever had.

He was relentless in his pursuit of her pleasure, consuming her. She was drowning in every flick of his tongue, every suck of his lips over her clit.

And as she came again, this time crying out in surprise because it happened so damn fast, she grabbed hold of his hair, almost angry with him because he’d possessed her so thoroughly.

She hadn’t expected to feel this overwhelmed. She both loved and hated it and didn’t know what to do with all these damn feelings.

He came up and kissed her again, and she tasted herself on his lips. And this time, she couldn’t fight the emotional response, the hiccup of tears that she pushed back when he wrapped his arms around her and groaned. Because she realized he needed her tonight as much as she needed him.

No. Not emotional. This was just physical. Just a pure, delightful, physical response to two people who enjoyed being together.

And that was how she was going to rationalize getting through this night. Because otherwise she’d never make it. Not with Trevor.

“You okay so far?” he asked, kissing the side of her neck, making those damn goose bumps skitter across her skin again.

She wanted to think she was done with him, that she was satiated and she’d go through the motions to get him off. But she wasn’t. His cock lay hard and heavy against her thigh, and all she could think about was getting him inside her, of coming again. And again.

Taking the risk, she met his gaze, losing herself in the green depths of his eyes. “More than okay. I need you inside me.”

“I’ll be right back.”

He was gone only a few seconds. She waited for clarity, for some kind of reasonable logic to enter her head.

She found none, only a ridiculous feeling of loss now that he was gone. She shook it off when he returned with a box of condoms and a silly, boyish look on his face.

“Not sure how many of these we’d need tonight.”

She leaned back and spread her legs. “Maybe the whole damn box. Let’s get started.”