That was the first time in all these months since she’d lost her dad that she didn’t feel alone in this. She pulled back, using his shirt to wipe her eyes.
“I made a mess of you,” she said.
“That’s what I’m here for.”
She splayed her hands across his chest. “You should take off your shirt.”
“Why? Do you need to blow your nose in it?”
She laughed. It felt really good to laugh, to release the tension after an emotional cry. “Maybe.”
And when Trevor pulled off his shirt and handed it to her, she was way more interested in his naked chest than she was in his shirt. It felt cathartic, that she could move on from grieving to something infinitely more appealing. She tossed the shirt on the floor and snaked her fingers over the warmth of his bare skin. “I might need a little more comforting.”
“Is that right?”
“Yes.” She moved over him, straddling his lap now. “A different kind of comforting.”
Trevor grasped her hips, his fingers digging into her flesh, causing an uproar in her nerve endings.
“Well, you know I’m here for you, Haven. Whatever you need.”
She pulled off her tank top, baring her br**sts. “Anything?”
His eyes gleamed hot and dark as his gaze zeroed in on her quickly tightening ni**les. “Anything. Do you need me to make you feel good?”
“Oh, yes.”
He cupped her br**sts, using his thumbs to draw lazy circles over her ni**les. She grabbed his shoulders and held on while he pulled her forward, drawing one taut peak between his lips. She gasped as he sucked and rolled his tongue over the bud until she felt it between her legs, her sex throbbing with need. And when he released, he pleasured the other nipple as well, making her moan with delight.
Haven threaded her fingers in Trevor’s hair and pulled his head forward, needing his mouth on hers. He wound his hand around the nape of her neck, instantly making that connection the moment their lips touched, holding her there while he explored her mouth with a deep, soul-searching kiss that fueled her fire to scorching levels. Every part of her felt him, tasted him, breathed him in as he took command with that kiss, sliding his tongue over hers, nipping at her lips, his hand cupping her butt to anchor her as he stood, carrying her to the bed.
He sat her down on the edge of the bed, then pulled off her shorts and underwear, his hands taking a slow, leisurely cruise along her legs before parting her thighs. He nestled down between them and put his mouth on her sex.
Sensation exploded as his mouth found her clit, his tongue slipping along her folds, taking her right to the very height of pleasure as he relentlessly pursued every inch of her pu**y. She threw her arms over her head, abandoning herself to the extremes of indulgence, letting herself get carried away by Trevor’s mastery of her body.
She needed this rush of bliss, this total recklessness of heady pleasure, her mind emptied of heavy thoughts, her body tuned in to Trevor’s tongue and mouth. She delighted in every stroke of his tongue, her hips rising toward him with every suck of his mouth around her clit.
She was going to come. Everything tightened within her as he flicked his tongue over the tight, pulsing knot, the current center of her universe. And when he grabbed the hood of her clit and sucked, she climaxed, holding his head there while she undulated against his expert mouth, wave after wave of orgasm making her gasp until she felt like her breath had been stolen from her.
Shattered, she finally rested her hips against the mattress, catching her breath from that phenomenal orgasm. She lifted her head to see Trevor drop his shorts and climb onto the bed next to her.
“I didn’t bring condoms with me. I had no intention of coming here to have sex with you tonight.”
She rolled over onto her side, her fingers playing with his very fine chest. “It wasn’t my intention, either. But I don’t want you to leave and go get them.”
She moved her hand upward, over his jaw, then leaned in to brush her lips against his. His mouth was wet—from her—taking her right to the edge of desire once again.
She pushed him onto his back and climbed on top of him, deepening the kiss, tangling her fingers in his hair, tugging just a little as she felt the edge of need take over.
Too bad about that lack-of-condom thing, because right now she’d like nothing more than to slide his hard c**k inside her.
But she could do something to take the edge off—at least for him—just as he’d done for her.
She kissed her way along his jaw, his neck, flicking her tongue along the column of his ear before snaking her tongue down the very muscular line from his neck to his shoulder, using both her hands and her mouth to map his body.