ways. But, baby, that kiss was far better than any fantasy.”
Holy crap.
Holy, holy crap.
“Knowing that makes me more nervous,” I told him honestly. “And talking about it makes me nervous because I feel like I’m ruining the moment.”
His hand went to my butt, and at the same time, he pressed his hips forward. and his erection could not be missed.
“Does that feel like the moment’s being ruined?”
“No.”
“All I need you to do is trust me to take us both where I want us to go. You don’t like something I’m doing, you tell me and I’ll switch it up. You want more of something, you tell me and I’ll give it to you. Can you do that for me?”
I wouldn’t have to do anything but trust him. Surely I could do that.
“Kiss—” I didn’t get the ‘me’ out.
His mouth slammed down onto mine, and just like in his truck, I was swept away. All thoughts vanished. All but him and me and the way he tasted and felt. His tongue tangled with mine and something crazy happened—his hand in my hair tightened. Intuitively, I knew that was the moment he’d taken over.
Yes, this was what I needed, Trey in control. And boy did he take control—or more to the point, he took us straight to hyper-speed. He broke the kiss, scooped me up, and moved straight to my bedroom. Later when I had my wits about me, I’d wonder how he knew which room was mine.
Then I was on my feet next to the bed, my shirt was off, my pants were next, then my undies. His clothes vanished just as quickly as mine had, and before I could get a good look at all the beauty God had seen fit to grant Trey, I was on my bed. After that, I wasn’t thinking about a darn thing because Trey’s mouth was between my legs.
“Oh. My. God,” I half-panted, half-shouted.
Part of my response was to the shock of where his mouth went. The other part was because his hands on my inner thighs holding me open was so hot, I was going to lose my mind. His fingers dug into my flesh, his tongue licked and sucked until I was no longer in danger of losing my mind—it was just gone.
“Keep ‘em open,” Trey growled.
I had no idea what that meant and at that point, I didn’t care. I was so close to exploding, all of my concentration was on preventing that from happening. I felt a finger sliding through my wetness, then two, and that’s when my hips surged up and my legs started to close around Trey’s head. His fingers drove in and I did not care he was courting suffocation when my thighs clamped tight. I needed his fingers where they were, I needed his tongue to keep doing what it was doing, and I didn’t know how to communicate that.
“Open,” he demanded, but he didn’t lift his head so he spoke that demand against my sensitive clit, and the vibration that one word caused sent shock waves through me.
I fisted the blanket and let my legs fall open.
“Ride my fingers, Addy.”
I didn’t know what that meant either, but my body did because it bucked at his command and his fingers slid in deeper then he curled them, rubbing against a magic spot I had no idea existed. And it was magical—it made my neck arch and my eyes close, and I fought with all my might to hold on.
“Let go, baby.”
“Can’t.”
“Adalynn. Let. Go.”
“Can’t.”
Trey was not one to be denied. So many things happened at once I couldn’t fully comprehend what he was doing. But I felt it. All of it. His mouth latched onto my clit. His fingers curled more. And his other hand reached up and yanked down my bra. His fingers found my nipple and pinched it so hard my back came off the bed. Then a flash of color danced behind my eyelids, my lungs stopped working, and every single muscle in my body seized.
It was glorious.
It was scary.
It was wild.
It was out of my control. I couldn’t stop what was happening to me. I didn’t want it to stop. I was babbling nonsense.
My mind completely blanked, and when I came to, Trey was covering me. His hips were cradled in mine. Balanced on his elbows, his palm cupped my face and his thumb stroked my jaw. All of that felt great, but it was Trey staring right at me that made me