Shutting out all her doubts, all her problems, she focused on this moment. She wanted Trevor for herself, for how he made her feel—like she was the most desirable woman he’d ever seen.
With trembling fingers, she unzipped her dress, letting it pool at her feet. She stood before him in a navy demi bra and matching thong. Her hard nipples probably showed through the transparent lace. The panties were a wisp of silk between her legs.
Trevor’s gaze lingered on her breasts. “Come here.” Setting down his glass, he held out his hand.
She placed her fingers in the center of his palm and took three steps forward until she stood between his long legs. Glancing up at her, he ran his hands along her outer thighs. His gentle touch made her stomach flutter. Then he leaned forward and placed a chaste kiss on the triangle of her thong.
Allie gasped, leaned her head back, and tried to catch her breath. Why that was so erotic, she couldn’t say, but that small kiss made her knees weak.
When he looked up at her again, his cheeks were ruddy. She could feel the heat coming off him in waves. He smelled crisp and woodsy and manly, and she took a deep breath, wanting more.
He played with the little bows on either side of the thong. “You’re so lovely.” His thumbs slipped under the thin straps and slowly, ever so slowly, he pulled them down over her hips, past the curve of her ass. Then, he stretched his hands outward, ripping the fragile material from her body, exposing her before tossing the shredded scraps on the floor.
Allie covered herself. “Do you know how much that cost?”
He pulled at her hands, held them away from her body. “Not a clue.” He leaned back against the sofa. “Straddle me.”
After hesitating for a moment, she did as he commanded while he continued to hold her hands, helping her as she planted her knees on either side of his legs. Lowering herself onto his lap, she felt vulnerable and exposed but so turned on she could barely think. The light woolen material covering his hard cock brushed against her core. She was almost dizzy with want.
Trevor dropped her hands and spanned her waist with his own, squeezing lightly. When his thumb circled her belly button, Allie swallowed. This was tame stuff, and yet her nerves sizzled and fired in response. She was ready to explode and he’d barely touched her.
As his hands glided around to her back, Allie grabbed his shoulders. He unhooked her bra, his hands stroking as he slipped the straps over her shoulders and let the lacy cups fall away. His gaze traveled to her bare breasts. He leaned back, still completely dressed, his hands resting on her thighs. Staring at her nipples, he licked his lips. “They’re pink. Gorgeous pink.”
She released his shoulders so that he could slide the straps down her arms and remove the bra completely. Then, arching her back, she thrust her breasts toward him. “Trevor,” she whispered.
His eyes returned to hers. “Tell me what you want, Allie. Tell me what you want me to do.”
She was breathing hard, panting. “Touch me.”
“Where?” His voice was rough.
“Everywhere.”
He moved his hands up her thighs to the rounded cheeks of her ass. He clutched them, kneading her flesh. “Here?”
She closed her eyes for a second. Each touch, each squeeze made her slick with moisture. She opened her eyes and, reaching out, plunged her fingers into the soft, dark waves of his hair. She leaned down, her lips barely brushing his. “Yes.”
He let go of her ass and moved his hands up to her hips, his thumbs resting right above her mound, then one lightly slid downward and flicked her clit. “Here?”
She shuddered and licked the seam of his mouth, capturing his bottom lip, sucking it. When he inhaled sharply, she smiled and pulled away. “I said everywhere.”
He thrust his hand into the hair at her nape. “Not good enough. I want you to tell me exactly what you want, Allison, in lurid, filthy detail.” Using her hair as leverage, he pulled her down for a hard kiss that let her know he was in charge.
His tongue swept inside her mouth, stroked hers, made her throb. She tilted her hips forward and rubbed her clit against his erection. His slacks, rough against her swollen lips, provided delicious friction.
Letting go of her hair, Trevor broke the kiss and grabbed her hips, stilling her. “I’m waiting.”
Allie looked at him, confused and irritated that he’d stopped her from grinding against him. “What?”
“Details. Tell me.”
She reached out and jerked at the knot in Trevor’s tie. She took in his face, his dark eyes, his parted lips. “I want to feel your skin against mine.” She pulled the tie out of his collar. Then she hastily unbuttoned his shirt. In the process, she ripped one of the buttons off and heard it ping against the wall.
“Do you know how much that cost?” Trevor mocked, sounding winded.
“Nope.” She pulled the shirttails from his waistband and tugged his jacket and shirt over his broad shoulders, pinning his arms in the process. She reached out and squeezed his biceps. “You feel so good, so hard.”
In response, he leaned toward her and began trailing light kisses across her shoulder. “You’re so soft.” He captured the skin on her upper arm between his teeth and gently bit.
“You need to be naked,” she whispered.
“Yes.” He pulled back and tugged the shirt and jacket down his arms, ripping at his cuffs. More buttons flew, and soon his arms and chest were bare.
She sat back and got her fill of him—masculine and lean with hard-ridged muscles. This was sex. This was what everyone talked about, that out-of-control need. She felt it with him.
With one hand, she reached out and ran her finger over his collarbone, down the center of his smooth chest to the waistband of his pants.
“Allie.” He took her hands in his and brought his head forward, kissing her chin, her cheeks, her neck. His kisses were fast and tinged with desperation.
“Touch me, Trevor. Touch my breasts.”
He released her hands and tenderly, with the pads of his fingers, traced little patterns along the sides and tops. “Like this?”
She shivered and shook her head, strands of her hair spilled over the backs of his hands. “No.”
“Tell me,” he growled.
“My nipples.” When he brushed his thumbs over the hard points, she groaned. “More. Harder.”
He obliged, pinching them between his thumbs and forefingers, pulling them out and then easing them back but never relinquishing his hold.
Allie ran her hands up and down his arms as he tortured her. Once again, she began rubbing herself along the edge of his hard-on. She moaned at the sensation. Suddenly, she couldn’t stand it anymore. She needed to see his cock, feel it without any obstacles.
Reaching down, she unbuckled his belt. “You’re still not naked.”
“We should remedy that immediately.” Trevor pushed her hands aside and unfastened his pants. Lifting his ass to remove them, Allie had to hang on to his arms or get bucked off.
When he’d finally gotten rid of the last barrier between them, she glanced down at his long, thick shaft and bit her lip.
“Problem?” he asked, watching her.
“No. Just big.”
“Naturally.”
She smiled at his arrogance and attempted to wrap her hand around him. Her grin widened at his gasp. His dick jumped in her hand, and using her thumb, she circled the head, wiping the bead of moisture across the tip. “Now tell me what you want.” She threaded one hand through his hair, rubbing her lips along his jawline. When she got to his ear, she teased the lobe with the tip of her tongue.
Trevor grasped her chin in one hand, forcing her to meet his gaze. “If I told you what I wanted to do to you, Miss Campbell, you’d never stop blushing.”