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Authors: Jaci Burton

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He moved his hands over her body, lifting the back of her dress to run his fingers over her butt. Everywhere he touched, she tingled, and when he slid his hand inside her panties, she pulled her lips from his and locked gazes with him.

His eyes had gone dark, the desire she felt mirrored in the intensity of his gaze. She traced her fingers over his bottom lip, panting even more now that he dipped his fingers lower, cupping the globes of her ass, drawing her toward the heat, the delicious hardness of his erection. He pressed in, rubbing himself against her clit, and she could swear that if he did that just a few times, she’d come. It had been too long for her, and she was pent-up, needy, and ready to explode.

That was all she needed from him. Just a release of the tension that had been building inside her for what seemed like forever. This wasn’t an emotional connection. She refused to let it be. But she knew Trevor, had known him a long time. And maybe that was what was making this so much . . . easier.

At least tonight. And tonight was all she needed from him. Just tonight.

When he swooped her up into his arms and carried her toward her wing, she refused to feel . . . swept away, refused to let the romanticism of the gesture sway her. Instead, she focused on his strength, imagining all that power moving over her, visualizing
how it would feel when he was inside her. She knew he would get her there, and she needed it in a hurry.

So when he stopped at her bedroom, she knew she was ready for him. He pushed open her door and stood her next to the bed, immediately taking her mouth in a kiss that was demanding in its urgency. She met him more than halfway, curling her fingers around the nape of his neck to hold him there, as if she were afraid that this was all a dream, and she’d suddenly wake up to find she was imagining it all.

But then he wrapped an arm around her waist and tugged her closer, and he groaned as their bodies met. She realized this was all oh, so deliciously real and she needed it to happen right now.

She was in a hurry, and when she slid her hand between them to cup his erection, she heard his gruff response, reveled in it, and skimmed her hand inside his shorts and underwear to grasp hold of his more than sizable shaft.

He helped her by jerking his shorts and underwear to the ground, stepping out of them, giving her the freedom to wrap her hand fully around the thickness of him, to gaze unabashedly down at his cock.

“Uh, wow, Trevor,” she said.

He grinned. Such a male. So proud of what he had.

He had a right to be. She couldn’t wait to feel him inside her, bringing her the release she craved.

He leaned against her, giving her free rein to stroke and pet him while he kissed the side of her neck and teased her earlobe with his tongue. And when he pulled the strap of her dress down and kissed that spot between her neck and shoulder, she shivered, so sensitive there that goose bumps broke out on her skin.

He read her body’s responses well, because he lingered there, laving his tongue over that spot, drawing her skin into his mouth,
teasing her with his teeth until she tilted her head back, momentarily distracted by what he was doing.

Which gave him the opening to draw the other strap of her dress down, pulling the material over her breasts. He had her bra unhooked and had that removed too before she even noticed what he was doing.

It was like she was in a dreamlike state, as if this weren’t really happening.

But it was, and when he turned her to face him and he said, “Look at you, Haven. So sexy. So beautiful,” she found it kind of hard to believe those words were being said by Trevor.

But the way he looked at her, the way he skimmed his thumbs over her nipples and cupped her breasts, made her gasp. He made her feel beautiful and wanted. And God, she really needed that tonight.

She really needed him tonight. No one else but him.

He pushed her dress off and it pooled into a puddle at her feet. She stepped out of it, leaving her wearing only her pink string-bikini underwear. She took a step back from him so she could pull them off.

“No,” he said, and closed the distance between them. “Let me do that.”

“You know I don’t need romance.”

He quirked a brow at her, then smiled. “Every woman needs romance. Or at least a little seduction.”

“I don’t. I just need sex.” She wasn’t sure if she was trying to convince him, or herself. She just wanted a damn orgasm, while trying to keep her emotions closed off.

He let out a soft laugh. “We’re definitely going to have sex. But how about you let me work out my seduction moves on you first?”

“Why? Are you out of practice?”

He quirked a smile at her. “Maybe. You let me know how I do, okay?”

She was about to object, to let him know it was okay if they just fucked, but the look he gave her was so sincere, she couldn’t help but be moved.

“Okay.”

“Good. You seemed like you were in a hurry. Sex should never be hurried.”

“Sometimes a quickie is good.”

He came toward her, and she couldn’t help but lick her lips in anticipation. He had a body that any woman would want. Tall, broad shoulders, wide chest, lean hips, and a cock just meant to give hours of pleasure, provided a man knew what to do with it.

She hoped he knew what to do with it.

“Yeah, a quickie can be good. But not the first time, Haven.” He bent and grasped the strings of her underwear, slowly dragging them over her hips and down her legs. She held her breath as she watched, especially when he lingered there, breathing her in. Then he stood, wrapped his arms around her, and lifted her, depositing her on her bed, following her down. He loomed over her, laying his palm flat on her rib cage. “The first time a couple has sex, it should last for hours. There’s exploration to be done.”

Oh, God. Maybe this hadn’t been such a good idea.

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.

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