Laughing, Allie tried to push him off but couldn’t. His hands seemed to be everywhere at once. When he lightly squeezed her side, Allie couldn’t take anymore. The safe word they had talked about suddenly popped into her head. “Uruguay.” She laughed as she said it. With a grin, he kept tickling and she pushed at his chest. “Uruguay, Uruguay.”
He stopped squeezing but kept his hand pinned to her waist. He was halfway on top of her now, and her robe had parted, leaving her legs bare.
Allie froze beneath him. Her breath came in shallow gasps. Once again, his gaze snagged hers, and she was unable to look away. She reached up and smoothed a dark lock of hair off his forehead.
“Allison.”
***
Her white cotton T-shirt peeked between the edges of her robe. Shouldn’t be sexy, but it was. Long, blond hair fanned out over the sofa cushion, trailing toward the floor. She fluttered her lashes, her eyes locking with his, and she bit down on that pouty lower lip.
“I need to fuck you again.” He was surprised at how harsh his voice sounded, but he was on the edge here and he didn’t know how much longer he could watch her, ache for her, and not fucking take her.
“’Kay.” It was a faint whisper.
Okay? She was on board then?
Clamping both his hands on either side of her head, he took possession of her mouth. He slid his tongue against hers and bit at her lip, not too hard but probably enough to sting. Then he licked at it and nibbled, more gently this time.
During their encounters, both in the salon and in his office, he’d hardly kissed her at all. He hadn’t realized what he’d been missing. Allison was delicious. God, he loved the way she tasted. Sweet and hot. Loved the way her tongue met his, the way she sucked on it. And when she moaned into his mouth, he moaned too.
She murmured in the back of her throat as she moved her legs restlessly beneath him. Then Allie grabbed his wrists, stroked her hands along his arms, back and forth, scratching her short nails against his skin. Even that felt brilliant.
Abruptly, she let go of his arms and clutched his shirt in her hands, pulling him closer.
In response, Trevor fisted her soft hair, tilted her head back against the sofa pillow, and continued to devour her. Every bit of finesse deserted him, and he was like a randy schoolboy on his first time out. Their teeth bumped and he knew he was being too rough. She didn’t seem to mind though. She met him kiss for searing kiss, thrust her tongue against his, stroking it with her own.
Allie continued to clutch at his shirt as her legs tangled with his. Then she rotated her hips, grinding on him, moving against his straining cock. Oh, fuck, that felt good.
He wanted to touch her body, feel those breasts. In a moment. Maybe two, because right now, he couldn’t stop kissing her, couldn’t stop sticking his tongue down her bloody throat.
Allie wrapped one leg around his waist. Exactly what he’d been thinking about earlier. She squeezed his waist with it, and he shifted until his cock was aligned with her pussy. Then he moved against her, angling himself, rotating as he pressed against her.
Sohot.
He was on fire. The feel of her consumed him, burned him up. He couldn’t remember wanting anything the way he wanted Allison.
Allie’s moans became more frequent, more urgent as she continued to grind against him. He hadn’t dry humped anyone since he was fifteen. But it felt so damned wonderful, he just kept rubbing against her, enjoyed the friction.
Keeping his mouth on hers, he let go of her head and jerked the tie of her robe loose. Then he pulled it open and off her shoulders.
Allie broke away, tore her mouth from his, and shrugged out of the robe. “Hang on, let me get rid of this.” As soon as her arms were free, he found the hem of her shirt and whipped it over her head.
With his weight on his hands, he leaned away to look at her. For a long moment he simply stared at the beauty that was Allison Campbell—that lovely face, the wide, blue eyes, the lush mouth. Ah, those full, pink-tipped breasts. Then his mouth was back on hers, demanding a response.
She gave him one. She sank her fingers into his hair, tightening her grasp, pulling at it. It almost hurt. And he loved it. Loved the way his body heated at her touch. Loved the way he fit against her. Perfectly, like they were made that way.
He clasped her thigh, smoothed his palm across her soft skin, working his hand higher until he cupped her ass through the thin material of her shorts. He forced his mouth off of hers. “Why are you wearing so many damned clothes? Bloody nuisance.” Then he leaned back down and pressed his lips to hers once more.
He grasped the waistband of the shorts and pulled them down. Allie helped by lifting her ass off the sofa and yanking on the other side. With reluctance, Trevor raised his head and stopped kissing. “Drop your leg, darling. Shorts need to come off.” He was all but gasping, his chest brushing her bare breasts with each exhalation. Those gorgeous bare breasts. Dipping his head, he took one in his mouth and sucked.
“Trevor.” She pulled on his hair until he raised his head. “Why am I always the naked one, huh?”
He smiled down at her. “Part of my master plan.”
She ran her tongue across her lips—they were dark red and swollen. She slid her calf over his ass and down the back of his thigh, taking her time, caressing him with her leg.
He groaned. “You’re killing me, Miss Campbell.” He drew the shorts over her legs and dropped them on the floor.
“We’ve had sex. Can we dispense with the Miss Campbell?” She was winded too. He liked that he’d done that, made her heart pound, made her breathless with his kisses.
He grinned. “Maybe I have a naughty nanny fantasy.”
She let go of her viselike hold on his hair and laughed. God, how he loved that sound. She smoothed her hands along the sides of his face, brushed his cheek. “Let’s get you naked too.”
“Marvelous idea.” He leaned back, keeping his knee wedged between her thighs, and with one hand, unbuttoned his shirt. Allie didn’t help him. Instead, she ran her own hands across her breasts and watched as his shirt disappeared.
With great reluctance, he moved away from her to stand. “Do that again. Touch yourself.”
Her eyes on him, she hesitated a moment, then did as he’d asked. Pulling her bottom lip into her mouth, she lightly circled her fingertips over her nipples. They jutted out, begging for his attention.
Trevor’s gaze didn’t leave her as he found a condom. “More.” He grabbed his cock through his pants, gave it a stroke as he watched her.
She cupped her breasts, then moved her hands lower, with agonizing slowness, down her taut stomach, over her smooth legs. Finally, her fingers danced over the small triangle of blond hair. She let her legs fall open and parted the lips with two fingers, giving him a captivating view of her damp pussy.
He ran a hand over his mouth, closed his eyes, and took a deep breath. He needed to get control or he’d embarrass himself—that also hadn’t happened since he was fifteen.
After a minute, he opened his eyes and kicked off his shoes, and in seconds was as naked as she. Still touching herself, her gaze flowed over him, taking in his chest, his abs, and stopping at his cock.
He wanted to protest when she moved her hand away from that lovely cunt, but when Allie sat up and balanced on her knees, crooking her finger at him, he closed his mouth. “Come here, English.”
Enthralled, Trevor stepped closer and cupped the back of her head. When she circled both hands around his cock, he groaned. But when she rubbed his tip across her nipple, he almost came on the spot.
“Fuck, Allison.”
“In a minute,” she said with grin.
Reaching out, Trevor squeezed her breasts together and placed his cock between them. God, he’d fantasized about this. Often. The real thing was much better. Allie dropped her hands as he pushed himself between her tits. It was almost more than he could to take.