Perfect for the Beach (28 page)

“Oh, man.” A groan escaped Trey’s throat, and in a flash he spun Jenna around to face the large glass door. He splayed his hands over her ass, then traced the seam of her shorts with a finger until he reached the center of her. He flicked his finger back and forth in a steady motion, creating more and more heat, until Jenna slammed her hands against the glass and cried out from the pleasure.

Trey kissed the back of her neck. The feathery touch made a shiver of desire dance down Jenna’s spine. “Two long years.” He rubbed his rock-hard erection against her and Jenna moved her hips with his. “I want you, Jenna. Right here. Right now.”

Trey reached around to her front and undid her shorts, then dragged them over the swell of her hips. When they hit the concrete floor, Jenna kicked them aside.

“A red G-string.” A raw, sexual growl rumbled in Trey’s chest when he saw Jenna’s perfect ass. “You know how much I love red.” He squeezed her buttocks, kneading the soft flesh with his hands. He wanted to rip off the scrap of underwear and enter her with a powerful thrust, the way he knew she liked. But the moment he was nestled inside her, he knew he would climax. That’s how hot he was for her after two long years.

And the last thing he wanted to do was disappoint her. He would tease her without mercy, make her come with his fingers and his tongue. And when he was through, she would have no doubt that he would always be the man for her.

“Sweetheart, I have waited so long to do this.” Letting out a low moan, Trey slipped his fingers beneath the string at the back of her underwear and ran them along her body until he reached her fleshy folds. His cock throbbed when he felt her creamy essence. She was wet for him, the way she always had been. He slipped a finger inside her, pushing it deep. Jenna’s soft mewls stoked his passion for her, and he withdrew his finger, only to thrust it deep inside her again.

“Oh God, Trey. It feels
so
good.”

Trey inserted a second finger. Jenna moaned long and hard as he rotated them both inside her. Her splayed fingers extended and contracted against the glass, her attempt to grip something futile. Trey kept up the pressure, knowing he was bringing her to the edge. Just a few more strokes …

As her inner walls started to tighten around his fingers, he pulled them out and whirled her around.

She looked up at him in confusion.

“I want you to come, Jenna. But not yet. Not here.”

Her gaze flitted around the patio, saying she understood. They had made love with the ocean as a backdrop before, but Trey didn’t want a quickie. He wanted both of them naked, and he wanted the comfort of his bed for what he had in mind for her.

He took her hand and led her into the house. As they followed the path of candles and rose petals to the bedroom, Trey took off his shirt. Jenna pulled hers over her head and tossed it onto the sofa. Trey hung his on the doorknob to the bedroom before they both entered.

The moment they crossed the threshold, they came together in a wild embrace. Trey’s tongue delved into Jenna’s sweet, hot mouth. God, he would never tire of her. No other woman had ever turned him on with such raw sexual passion as Jenna did.

He needed her naked. It had been too damn long. Kissing her deeply, Trey searched for the snap on her bra. He found it at the front and popped it open. The moment Jenna’s large breasts were free, Trey covered them with his hands.

“You’re so beautiful,” he whispered.

He tweaked her nipples into hard peaks while planting feathery kisses on the soft mounds of her breasts. Jenna arched her head back, yearning for him to take her nipple in his mouth. She needed this. Needed it like she’d never needed anything before. But Trey touched every other part of her breasts with his lips and tongue, leaving her nipples aching with want.

“Trey …”

“I know what you want.”

“Then give it to me!”

Trey chuckled softly, and Jenna thought she would die from his exquisite brand of torture. He ran his tongue around the circle of one areola, then the other. Then he squeezed her breasts together, bringing her nipples closer. His warm breath fanned her, making her nipples pull into even firmer peaks.

“Please, baby,” Jenna begged.

And then his tongue was all over, swishing back and forth from one nipple to the other, laving, biting, suckling like a man starved.

“Oh, God,” Jenna moaned. She was seconds away from an explosive orgasm. “Touch me,” she said. Her pent-up lust needed finally to be unleashed.

She reached for her vagina but Trey pulled her hand away. She whimpered her displeasure. “Please, Trey. I can’t take it anymore.”

“I know, sweetheart.” Trey abruptly dropped to his knees. He pressed his face against her center and drew in a long breath. “Have you dreamed about this, Jenna? Remembered me touching you here?”

He stroked his finger across her distended nub. “Hell, yes,” Jenna panted.

Pushing aside her panties, he flicked his tongue slowly over the nub. Jenna’s body jerked from the first intimate contact. Trey fastened his fingers to her butt, holding her in place. “You’re still as sweet as I remember.” He suckled her softly and Jenna whimpered. “Open your legs, darling. I want more of you.”

Jenna clutched Trey’s shoulders as she spread her legs wider. The bedroom door was open, allowing light in from the living room. That fraction of light enabled her to see Trey’s head at her center, and she thrilled in the erotic delight of watching him love her this way.

Trey eased a finger inside her. “You are
so
wet.”

He slipped another finger inside, then swirled his tongue around her clitoris, creating deliciously hot friction. Jenna closed her eyes and clung to him, gripped his broad shoulders for dear life.

“It’s okay, sweetheart. Let go.”

Jenna’s head rocked from side to side. “Oh, baby …”

With two fingers deep inside her, Trey took her clitoris completely in his mouth and suckled her.

And then, with the force of a volcanic eruption, Jenna exploded. The sweetest of orgasms started at her center and overflowed to every part of her being. She screamed Trey’s name, held onto him as her climax continued to rock her. He suckled her harder, and Jenna thought she would die from the pleasure.

“Trey … oh, God …” Jenna’s scream turned to a sob and her body went boneless.

Trey gathered her in his arms. Holding her tight, he kissed her deeply. She didn’t realize that she’d been crying until he wiped tears from her eyes.

“It’s okay, sweetheart.”

But was it? Jenna had allowed him to open the door on their relationship, allowed him back into her heart.

Given him the power to devastate her again.

“What are you thinking?” he asked her.

“Nothing,” Jenna lied.

“I know you’re afraid, but you don’t need to be. I swear to you on my life—”

Jenna covered Trey’s mouth with a finger. She didn’t want to think about anything other than the here and now.

“Kiss me,” she told him.

Trey kissed her gently, and some of Jenna’s fears ebbed away. No matter what happened tomorrow, she would treasure tonight. She loved this man deeply and always would. And she knew in her heart that she would never find with another man the kind of connection she shared with Trey.

Why did that thought make her want to cry?

“Maybe I should just hold you,” Trey said.

“What?” Jenna asked, surprised.

“I want to make love to you, but we don’t have to rush. We have all night.” He kissed the palm of her hand. “I know you have some reservations.”

“I’m ready,” Jenna said, but to her own ears she sounded sad.

“I want you to know that this is about more than sex. It’s about what I feel for you in my heart.”

Jenna drew in a deep breath and closed her eyes. Maybe Trey was right. She was suddenly wistful and nostalgic, and if they made love right now, she’d bawl like a baby.

Trey pulled her to a standing position. “Come, Jenna. Let’s lie down.”

Two hours later, Jenna coaxed Trey awake with a lingering kiss.

His eyes popped open. “Hey, you.”

“I’m hot and bothered and I need some of your lovin’,” Jenna said in a feigned southern accent. She’d had all she could take of their lying naked together.

“Is that right?”

“Mmm-hmm.”

Smiling brazenly, Jenna got to her knees beside Trey. She reached for his penis and stroked him until he was hard. His body was magnificent, his erection massive. From the top of his head to the tips of his toes, he was complete centerfold material. Everything about him was perfect.

“How do you want it?” Trey asked her.

“I want to ride you,” she answered shamelessly.

Jenna straddled her legs over Trey’s body. He reached for her, fingering her folds.

“You’re already wet.”

“For you, always.” She leaned forward and planted her lips on his. As her tongue twisted with his, she reached for his erection, wrapping her fingers around his hard, hot length. She moved her hand up and down his shaft, delighting in his gutteral groans that said she had power to tease and torture him the same way he had her.

He moaned his displeasure when she eased her body backward. “What are you doing?”

“This,” Jenna replied. As she stroked him, she flicked her tongue over the tip of his shaft. Trey’s loud groans were her sweet reward.

Their short reprieve had rejuvenated her, and now she was ready to love like never before. This was going to be a night of carnal satisfaction and no regrets. No more emotions to ruin the mood.

“Oh, sweetheart. Don’t make me come. I’m not through with you yet.”

He reached for her and pulled her up. “Sit on me.”

Jenna moved her body backward. So long she’d had to fantasize about her memory of making love to Trey. Finally she was going to experience it again.

And enjoy every damned minute of it.

Staring into his eyes, Jenna positioned herself over him. She braced her hands on his stomach as he guided their bodies together. When the thick head of his penis entered her, she gasped in pleasure.

“You okay?” Trey asked.

“Mmmm.”

Trey gently eased himself farther inside her. Quick, shallow breaths escaped her with each inch he moved. His shaft was large and hot and filled her completely.

The same way he filled her heart.

There was no denying it, no matter how much she wished she could concentrate on the physical.

Trey placed his hands on her hips and gyrated slowly. But Jenna wanted more. “Faster,” she told him.

“Oh, baby.” Trey’s grip tightened on her hips as he picked up speed. Jenna rode him, matching his movements. She arched her back, taking in more of him, needing more of him. The pressure building, their pace quickened to wild and frenzied, until Jenna was riding Trey as if he were an untamed stallion.

Her head grew light as her orgasm took root. “Oh, God. Trey!”

Trey pulled her head down and kissed her as she came. Kissed her as his own moans grew louder, more intense.

“I love you,” he rasped.

And then he let go, toppling with Jenna into the abyss.

Chapter Five

Jenna awoke with a sense of panic—and knew she had to get out of there.

Oh, the scene was perfect. Her back was snug against Trey’s front, his arm secured around her waist. Their embrace was cozy. Intimate. It spoke of a comfort level many lovers only hoped to achieve.

And that’s what scared her to death. That to all appearances, they
looked
the loving couple. They had acted on their fierce attraction for each other, ending up in bed as they had so many times before. But had anything between them really changed?

As much as Jenna simply wanted to pick up where they’d left off, go back to him and trust that he’d always love her, she couldn’t do that. Yes, Trey had told her that he loved her last night, but was love enough to ignore the issues that had driven them apart?

The biggest issue had been honesty. Trey hadn’t exactly lied about his past—he just hadn’t disclosed it. And that last morning, when Jenna had point-blank asked him about what she’d learned, he’d become enraged. He had kept a vital part of his history secret from her, yet he’d been angry with
her.
How could Jenna spend the rest of her life with a man who didn’t let her into his heart?