Total pages in book: 81
Estimated words: 73153 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 366(@200wpm)___ 293(@250wpm)___ 244(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 73153 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 366(@200wpm)___ 293(@250wpm)___ 244(@300wpm)
I screamed in shock when the curtain was suddenly flung back, and Trevor stepped in. My eyes trailed over his beautiful, inked skin, down his toned abs, and finally down to his very hard shaft. I sucked in a sharp breath of air. My nerve endings curled, heat blazing straight south. My eyes snapped up to his, and I wasn’t shocked to see his eyes darkened with a sensual promise of pleasure as he gazed back at me.
He pulled me to him, one hand splayed right above my ass, and his other hand softly caressed my cheek, over my neck, across my shoulder, and finally down to my breast, where he gently ran his thumb over my nipple. I moaned, my eyes fluttering at his touch.
"If you don't want this, Tracey, tell me now." His eyes met mine.
Jesus Christ, of course, I wanted him. I would always want Trevor.
I nodded at him, biting my lower lip softly in nervousness. "I want you," I whispered, gliding my fingertips shyly over his abs and up his chest, sliding over his broad shoulders.
He groaned softly at my touch, and his lips covered mine as he drew me impossibly closer to his hard, masculine body. His lips moved over my jawline, down my neck, and over my shoulder until his lips were covering my nipple, sucking, pulling, and gently biting. I was writhing against him, my fingers tangled in his hair, desperate for him to quench the desire curling in my belly.
His hand slid down my belly, and suddenly, his hand cupped my core, his fingertip sliding between my folds. I dropped my head onto his shoulder, whimpering at his touch.
He was so close to where I wanted him.
He rubbed his thumb against my clit, and I moaned his name. He blew out a harsh breath. "You're so fucking wet for me, baby."
"Trevor, please," I begged him.
He knelt down on the floor of the shower and pushed my thighs apart, burying his face right where I wanted him. I cried out, throwing my head back against the shower wall, clutching at his hair. His lips and tongue worked wonders, and right as I was about to come, he moved away, standing back up.
I didn't even realize I was pouting at him until he pointed it out.
"Don't pout, baby. I promise I'm about to give you the ride of your fucking life.”
Without warning, he grabbed me beneath my thighs and lifted me up against the wall. I gasped in shock, wrapping my arms and legs around him tightly to keep from falling. "If you want me to take you to bed, you better tell me now." He pressed hot, open-mouthed kisses to my neck, sucking gently.
I shook my head at him. "Please," I begged him. "I can't wait."
He groaned, and with a quick thrust of his hips, he was deep inside of me. I clutched the hair at the nape of his neck and dug my face into the curve of his neck and shoulder. "Goddamn, it's been way too fucking long,” he groaned, his arms flexing.
He moved out slowly and pushed back in. I was a whimpering, moaning mess by the time I finally came. The world exploded around me, and all I could do was hold onto him as tightly as I could and ride out the storm that was currently raging through my veins.
When I was finally calm, Trevor gently eased me down so my feet touched the floor, but he kept an arm wrapped around me. "I swear, I will never get tired of you,” he whispered, leaning down to kiss me softly.
He gently bathed me afterward and carried me to bed. "Whatever happened to Olivia?" I asked him sleepily, my eyelids already drooping closed. He crawled in bed beside me and pulled me against him.
"She's with Paul; she's fine,” he assured me quietly. “Go to sleep, baby girl."
I was already falling asleep before he finished his sentence.
Chapter Nineteen
"Trace," I heard a little boy’s voice whispering close to my ear. "Trace, wake up, please."
I blinked awake, jumping a little when I saw Lucas right in front of me, his face inches from mine. "Hey, buddy," I whispered, noticing Trevor was still asleep. "What's wrong?" I asked him, sitting up on my elbows slightly.
"Someone is here to see you." I frowned. "They told me not to tell anyone but you."
Dread and fear curled in the pit of my stomach. Nobody would specifically request that unless they were trying to not be caught. I sat up, thankful that I had on a long t-shirt instead of being naked. I fought down the blush on my face when I thought of Trevor waking me up a couple of hours ago for more sex.
"Wake Trevor up," I whispered, "and tell him to come downstairs very quietly."