At first, her body was rigid, waiting for him to push her away, to remind her that being together was a mistake he wasn’t willing to make. The longer the kiss went on, though, the less her mind interfered, allowing her body to take over. Her head had always been what got in her way. With her desire overriding her incessant need to overthink things, her body responded as if to electricity. With each touch, each caress of his fingertips, her entire frame quivered. She gasped against his neck as he buried his face in the crook of her shoulder.
“Oh, please,” she moaned, tugging at the hem of his still sweaty shirt. “Please, I can’t stand it anymore. I want you. I want you so bad it hurts.”
“Are you sure?” he asked in a throaty, need-filled voice that hardly sounded like his own. “Are you sure about this? I—”
She stopped his words with a kiss, determined to let their passion for one another outweigh his doubts. Common sense was for daylight, for mornings spent making breakfast and afternoons rolling paint onto the B&B's walls. The night was different, as she was learning in this strange summer with Trevor, was made for abandon and the feel of skin pressed against sweaty skin. The thought almost made her laugh, something that would surely have made him think she was insane, but it emboldened her in the same moment. She slipped her hands beneath his shirt, just in case the tugging hadn't been enough of a sign. His abs were rock hard, and the feel of them made her suck in her breath with anticipation.
“Bed,” he growled, breaking their embrace and taking her by the hand. “Now.”
She wasn’t ordinarily a person who enjoyed being ordered around, despite her current occupation, but at the moment she was more than happy to do what she was told. He led her to the bed she had so carefully made up, all while imagining every little detail of her guests’ first impression. Had she imagined something like this? Had some part of her dreamed of being taken on top of this carefully considered bedspread? Even the thought of that kind of premeditation made her blush, and yet she thought it held some truth. Some part of her had been waiting, hoping for this very moment. She had longed for it, and now it was here.
When he reached the edge of the large platform bed Lacey had so lovingly picked out, Trevor stopped and turned to face her. He reached for her waist, drew her closer, and ran his thumb along the lines of her ribs. Her chest heaved with each breath as she felt his fingertips burning through the flimsy material of her shirt, making her half-crazy with desire. Unthinking, she didn’t speak, but raised her arms over her head and nodded at him solemnly.
"God, you really are beautiful, aren't you?" he said quietly, almost reverently. She let out a laugh that quickly turned into a gasp as he reached to grasp her shirt and lifted it over her head, tossing it aside and sliding his hands down the length of her body. She shuddered, then moaned when his practiced fingers moved to the snap of her jeans. For a man who hadn't wanted to kiss her at first, he seemed awfully eager to get her undressed now. All it took was a quick flick of the fingers, and her bra was on the floor by her feet. She said a silent thank you to whoever had been looking out for her that morning when she'd put on a nice pair of black panties and looked at him shyly.
"Come here," he commanded again, his eyes so dark now, they looked almost black. She did as she was told, shutting her eyes as he lifted her, then stretched her out on her back on top of the bed. Gently, as if he were afraid he would break her, he spread her knees apart. His hands ran up and down the insides of her silky thighs slowly, tantalizingly, until she was shaking so badly that the mattress shook right along with her. She was practically lost in the sensation of him touching her when his fingers slid beneath the lace that was keeping them apart.
"Oh!" she gasped, her back arching immediately from the contact. His fingers moved achingly slowly, creating feelings in her she'd never even dreamt about, let alone experienced. The feeling grew inside her with frightening speed, mounting to a crescendo of pleasure. Her body shook all over, and she cried out, her eyes shut tightly, as white stars exploded behind her closed lids.
Her head shook helplessly from side to side, and from what sounded like a great distance, she heard Trevor chuckling. “Not so fast, little lady,” he murmured. “I’m not done with you yet. If you’re sure, that is.”
“Trevor McCall, if you ask me that kind of question one more time, I’m going to scream.”
“Believe me, I’d love to make you scream,” Trevor said, his voice moving closer.
Lacey opened her eyes to the sound of his belt buckle being unfastened, and she propped herself up on her elbows, watching with unapologetic fascination as he stripped to his skin. She'd known he was an impressive looking guy, that much had been obvious, but seeing him now, seeing his taut, muscular body entirely exposed, was enough to take her breath away. She watched, practically paralyzed by the sight, as he knelt between her knees, then lowered himself on top of her.
When he finally guided himself inside, she let out a hiss of breath, the sound full of mingled pleasure and pain. She felt a sensation of being invaded, of being filled to the brim, but she was slightly surprised to find that she liked it. She liked the weight of him on top of her, too, and without really thinking about what she was doing, she brought her legs up, wrapping them around his waist. As he thrust into her, first slowly and then gaining speed, all the thoughts inside her head shut off. Her entire world became sensory, reduced to the heat of his body, the slick sweat of his skin. The only thing that mattered was the pleasure building in her, radiating to every part of her body.
"Oh!" she gasped as his hips quickened further, his breath coming shallow and fast. The heat in her rose, kept rising, until she was almost afraid of where it would lead. When she finally tipped over the edge, she cried out, shoving one fist into her mouth to keep from waking Jade. Her back arched, her body trembling helplessly as pleasure shot through her again and again, a wave so large, it seemed endless. Then Trevor stiffened and groaned, finally coming to rest.
In all her wildest imaginings, she had never thought that sex would feel like this. She was almost angry for not having let herself experience it sooner. It wasn't until Trevor rolled off and settled at her side, staring at the ceiling and not saying a word, that she felt the first renewed flicker of trepidation.
She had known she was falling for him. She had known it, and she had gone ahead and kissed him anyway, assuming she understood how bad the consequences might be. Now, she wasn't so sure. As a matter of fact, she wasn't sure of much of anything at all.
12
Visiting with lawyers wasn't Trevor's idea of a good time, but on this particular day, he welcomed the distraction. He was willing to get behind just about anything that would take him out of the house and away from Lacey. Being next to her felt like a powder keg poised to explode, and he wasn't ready to deal with that by any stretch of the imagination.
Their night together at the bed and breakfast was three days in the past, and yet he couldn't get it out of his head. No matter what he was doing, how hard he was working, it was practically the only thing he could think about. Every time he shut his eyes, he could see her shockingly blue eyes peering up at him, full of expectation and trust so complete that thinking about it left him breathless. He could still smell her, taste her. She surrounded him in everything he did now, whether physically present or not. He was pretty sure he would go crazy if he couldn't get her out of his head, only he didn't see that happening anytime soon.