She had a very good imagination, and she could already envision their arms and legs tangled together. And as he surged against her, her sex dampened with anticipation. She moaned, and he flicked his tongue against hers, his groan answering her growing impatience.
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 br**sts. 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 ni**les and cupped her br**sts, 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 f**ked, 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 c**k 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.
Chapter Fourteen
A QUICKIE? WHAT THE HELL. NO WAY WAS TREVOR giving Haven a quick f**k. 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.