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  “Yeah?” He leans back an inch to look at me. “What is it? You want me to stop?

  “Want you to stop?” Laughter bubbles out of me at the thought. Is he crazy?

  “No…I don’t ever want you to stop.” Trevor’s lips go back to my neck, leaving a path of fire as they lick their way to my collarbone. “But maybe we should move somewhere a little less visible?” The hoots and hollers from the back porch off the bar echo down the hill. Shadows and silhouettes of those mingling out there drinking and smoking are easy to make out. And if we can see them, they can see us. I’d rather not provide a peep show if I can help it.

  “What?” He lifts his head from where he’s been paying special attention to the top of my cleavage and looks around. Understanding crosses his face. “You want to go back inside? Find somewhere private? Warmer?”

  Poor, sweet man. I can tell from the look in his eyes he doesn’t want to go back inside. This has been a long time coming. He’s probably afraid I’m going to change my mind.

  Fat chance.

  “No.” My hands wave off the idea. “I like it out here—and I don’t care about comfort.” I shoot my most mischievous grin his direction. “But I do mind an audience. Voyeurism is not one of my things.” I tug his hand to my mouth and kiss his knuckles. Then I pull him deeper into the trees laughing. “Follow me.”

  “Where are we going?” His voice is gruff and filled with curiosity. He stops and I look back at him. Find him watching me with a half grin, hands resting on his hips.

  His tongue darts out, licking his bottom lip. Which of course makes me think of his mouth and all the things I’d like him to do with it. My thighs clench and my body shudders.

  Trevor sees my shoulders shake. “Are you cold?” He takes a step closer to me, yanks his shirt out from his stone-washed jeans, and unbuttons it. Moonlight shines off his shoulders, illuminating each movement he makes here deep in the woods.

  He is mouthwatering.

  “What are you doing?” I ask him with wide eyes, watching the dips and curves of his muscles ripple in front of me. He’s trim, cut in all the right places. His jeans hang low on his hips giving me a view of all those special, private spots.

  Crap.

  Trevor: One, Sabra: Two

  “You shivered. It’s cold out here.” He stops with one arm in a sleeve and one arm out. “You don’t want my shirt?”

  “I thought the plan was to get me out of my clothes. Not put more on?”

  His jaw drops open. It’s almost comical. He’s never been with someone like me before.

  “You want,” Trevor stammers. He pulls his bare arm back in his shirt. “We’re going to do this out here?”

  I turn and walk again reaching back for his hand. Trevor follows me in a stunned silence. His shirt is hanging open. Smooth, hard muscles beckon to be touched and kissed. My body rotates toward him. “No, not there.” I flourish with my hand to show him a cropping of large rocks overlooking the dazzling lake. “Here.”

  The vista is beautiful. Perfect for a romantic setting. Situated right in the middle of all the boulders is the largest rock of all. Completely flat and polished. A red flannel blanket lying across it.

  Trevor grabs me by the waist and gathers me into his arms. I can hear him breathing, his nose buried in my hair. “You did this? You’ve had this planned all along?”

  “I wanted it to be special.” I squeeze my eyes tight behind his back and hold the groan in.

  I couldn’t care less about the romance side of things. Most of the time. Not that I’m caring about those things now. Because I don’t care.

  But boys eat this stuff up. Even if they say they don’t, they lie.

  Trevor holds me at arm’s length. “Sabra, any time I’m with you is special.” He gazes into my eyes. “You know that, right? Every time is special.”

  My hands cup his cheeks, feeling the stubble scrape my palms. I imagine the same rasp trailing up my thighs and clench my muscles before another shiver gives me away. “Yes. I just wanted you to know I felt the same way.”

  Seriously. What is wrong with me?

  Trevor crushes me to him. My head collides with his bare, smooth chest, his heat seeping through my clothes. I circle my arms under his button-down and squeeze. His hands stroke my shoulders and back in circular motions. I breathe a contented sigh and turn my back to him grinning like a cat that caught a canary before I pull him toward the rocks and innocently ask, “You ready?”

  He answers by stepping ahead of me and leading the way.

  CHAPTER TWO

  Trevor moves behind me as we climb through the boulders and follow the path to our destination. He places his hand on the small of my back to help me navigate. I slip on some loose rocks and slide backward. But Trevor reaches around to steady me. Always the gentleman. Always there for me.

  I smile at him and whisper a soft thanks. Reward him with the light touch of my lips on his. The kiss deepens, electricity crackling between us, and I pull away. Trevor lets me go but not before he brushes his fingers across my chest. My nipples immediately harden under his touch and his intake of breath lets me know he felt it too. There’s no hiding it even if he hadn’t felt it. The light of the moon shines bright overhead, illuminating the path before us. And the lace bra, while amazing for its push-up factor, paired with the t-shirt doesn’t leave much to the imagination. Which is exactly why I chose it.

  Trevor pulls me into his arms when I take a quick step forward and slides his hands back across my chest. This time they stop when they hit their mark. He gives a slight tug on my nipple through the shirt, growling in my ear, “Are you sure we can’t stop right here?”

  I turn in his arms and grin at him wickedly. “I promise it will be worth it.”

  “That’s what you keep saying. And while I fully believe that statement—think I’ve proved that over the years—I think it might be worth taking a quick break.”

  I can’t form a reply as the power shifts between us. Trevor pushes his leg between mine, backing me against one of the rocks. It’s taller than I am. Than Trevor is. Our own little cocoon of solitude.

  His mouth locks on mine. Two hands land on my ass, hitching my hips closer to him. His tongue parts my lips and he teases me. My pulse quickens and I pull away gasping for air. It’s all the pause and encouragement he needs, giving him time to grab the hem of my shirt and lift it over my head.

  I don’t stop him. Who can see us now? This is right where I want him.

  I place my hands on his chest, slide them to the top of his jeans, and allow my fingertips to stroke the trail of dark hair leading to uncharted territory. Then I move in, kissing my way up his neck, back to his lips.

  Trevor has other plans. He ducks his head, kisses my collarbone heading south, leaving a path of fire. I close my eyes and feel my body tighten, reacting when his tongue finds my nipple through the lace. We may not get to the blanket after all.

  I pull away, trying not to seem too eager, but Trevor grips my waist and brings me closer. His tongue slides, sucks and flicks my nipple through the lace bra. My arms make their way around him and I play with the hair at the back of his neck.

  It can’t possibly get any better than this. His fingers move to the lace cupping my breasts and release me into the air. I feel his warm mouth take in the entire pinkness of my nipple and I’m done. I guess it can get better.

  Trevor: Two, Sabra: Two.

  His hands roam all over me, rubbing against my bare skin. Through my jeans. My body is short-circuiting. It’s wet everywhere that matters. I’m going to explode if I don’t get some sort of release soon.

  I move my hands down his hips to the button-fly on his jeans. My fingers tremble with the thought of releasing him and being able to touch him. Taste him. His mouth takes turns, moving between my breasts. It curves into a smile against my chest. He stands with one final flick of his tongue, pulls the lace back over my breast, and takes a small step backward.

  What the hell?

  Tr
evor’s eyes bore a hole in mine. He smirks at my confusion. “I’d say that was enough of a rest. Should we keep going?” He laughs out loud, a full belly laugh, when he sees the grimace cross my face.

  “Really, Trevor? You can just stop like that?”

  “I’m sure if your mouth had been on me it would be a different story, but you kept your lips to yourself—for the most part—and, instead, mine were on you.” He slips closer and whispers in my ear, “Tasting you. Sliding over you. And by your reaction, they were doing okay for themselves. It looks like two can play this game.” He takes a step forward. “You coming?”

  Damn.

  Trevor: Three, Sabra: Two.

  “Can I have my shirt please?” I huff at him.

  He stoops to pick it up off the ground, crosses his arms with a glint in his eye and chuckles. “No. I think I like you like this. What is it you said earlier? This is about getting you out of your clothes, not putting more on.”

  The challenge is clear. Trevor might be better at this than I gave him credit for. Fine. I can play this game too.

  I sidle up to him. “Fine. Lead the way, sir. And try to keep your hands to yourself.” I breathe the last part against him before I brush my lips and chest against his, palming the bulge in his jeans. “If you can.”

  Trevor moves to grab me. We’re racing our way up the last two hundred feet to the top of the boulders and Trevor’s doing exactly what I want him to do.

  Chasing me.

  It shouldn’t take us thirty minutes to reach the blanket, but it does. We can’t keep our hands off each other, pausing for a few more breaks. Trevor’s shirt falls away somewhere along the way, marking the path for our return Hansel and Gretel style. My shirt is no longer in his hands. At least we’ll be able to find our way home.

  Trevor sits on the blanket breathing heavy and tugs my hips, standing me in front of him. His eyes never leave mine while his fingers unbutton my jeans. The sound of the zipper sliding down echoes from boulder to boulder. I’m too lost in Trevor’s eyes for it to fully register or to care. He leaves my jeans on, grips my hips and yanks me forward, kissing the soft skin usually hidden. His hands glide around my ass and the back of my thighs. I straddle him and sit on his lap. Tiny shivers run up and down my spine.

  His hands drift. One climbs to the back of my bra, unhooking it in one swift motion. The other gently cups my breast. His mouth covers my nipple sending shockwaves coursing through my veins. The lace bra falls away to who-knows-where, his mouth finding its way to my neck, traveling up below my earlobe.

  “The view is spectacular here,” he breathes against my skin.

  “The view?” I lean back and glare at him. “I’m halfway naked and you’re talking about the vista?”

  Trevor stares into my dark blue eyes and takes my face in both of his hands. “I said the view, not the vista, Sabra.” He drops one hand to my left nipple and gives a tug. “You.”

  Shit. That’s awesome. How does a girl go back from that?

  I can’t take it any longer. I push on his chest. Force him to lay back while I continue straddling his hips. His pants are screaming to come undone. The tips of my tits brush across his chest when I lean down. My lips chase them until I’m at the first button of his jeans. I love button-fly jeans on men, and I love taking them off even more. I glance up and see he’s propped up on his elbows, watching my every move.

  Most women would become self-conscious, but this is my stage. I throw a smile his way and let my lips trail over the bulge in his jeans. My hands follow, taking my time to tease each part of him as I undo each button. And that’s when I realize it. He’s gone commando.

  I watch him spring free from the cloth. “Feeling confident tonight, Trevor?” My hand wraps around his shaft.

  He grins at me from under hooded eyelids. “What? I didn’t do anything different tonight than normal.” My hand moves back and forth, slow and steady. I can hear his breathing getting heavier, labored. My tongue slides over the tip, tasting him. He gasps and my own body reacts, feeling him become harder against my lips. I open wider and take in all of him. Allow his shaft to fill my mouth. Pull my lips across him while sucking. I reach the tip and give it a flick with my tongue.

  Trevor moves faster than I’m expecting. He flips me so I’m lying underneath him and hovers over me. His left hand cups the back of my neck while the other makes its way to the opening of my pants. I shimmy and wiggle to get my jeans off, desperate to give him access to a new area to explore. I need him to touch and taste every part of me.

  He starts laughing and buries his head in my neck. “What is it?” I push against his shoulders.

  “You might want to limit your bouncing, or I’m not gonna make it, Sabra.” He lifts his head and looks at my chest. “Your tits are driving me crazy.”

  “You mean, this is too much for you?” I wiggle and writhe some more, pressing my body closer. Grab his shoulders with my hands for good measure as I kick off my jeans. He pulls away, grabs the condom I’d placed next to the blanket earlier, and rolls it on.

  Safety first. Always.

  Trevor slides his hand down my body, inching his way closer to the one place I want him. He finds the promise land and rubs the sensitive spot between my legs, my back arching under his touch. “Definitely,” he murmurs, sliding his fingers into me.

  The friction lights a flame in me. I wrap my hand around him and coast down his shaft. He moves himself to the perfect spot and rubs against my center. Reveling in our bodies meeting, I nudge his shoulder, encourage him to roll over, and straddle him when he falls backward again. His tip is at my opening and I pause for a heartbeat before I allow him to slide into me. Fill me.

  And then I move. Slow and steady. Letting hands roam and dip and glide over our damp bodies. It’s not long before we fall into a faster rhythm. Each of our bodies bunching and tightening. We hit the edge at the same time and fall over it one after the other. Our muscles clenching and releasing. Reacting to the other. My body is singing, and I collapse on top of his. Listen to his heartbeat slow and thump against my ear.

  He moves his hands in circles across my back. “I definitely love the view.”

  There’s no going back now.

  CHAPTER THREE

  I groan as I roll over and peek out from the covers I’ve burrowed deep beneath. An obnoxious sound fills the air around me. I glare around the room and spot the culprit. My phone. I forgot to turn it off when I dragged my ass back to my apartment and into bed at two in the morning. I glance at the alarm clock and reach across my queen size bed to grab my cell phone.

  7 am? Who in their right minds would be calling me this early?

  I let out another groan when I look at the screen.

  My mother. Of course. Only my mother would think it’s okay to call me on a Saturday morning before the birds are up.

  I ignore the incessant ringing and flip the switch to vibrate. Toss the phone on the bed and throw myself back on the pillows. She can wait.

  The phone stops screaming at me with the flip of a switch and I snuggle deeper into the charcoal grey comforter. My eyes get heavy and my head sinks deeper into my pillow. Until the buzzing takes up residence in my room one more time. What could be so important that she’s calling again?

  I snatch the phone up and swipe across the screen, pushing it to my ear. “Do you know what time it is, Mom?” I moan into the mouthpiece, the frustration in my voice unmistakable.

  “Good morning to you too, Sleepyhead.” Deep chuckling comes from the other end of the line. “Did I wake you?”

  Not my mom then.

  “Good morning, Trevor. Already up? How is that possible? You should have slept like a baby last night.”

  “At least like a very happy man.” The smile in Trevor’s voice rings out across the line. “And I am happy.”

  “Yeah? How happy are you?” I can’t help needling him a little bit. Our relationship has always been a mixture of flirting and good-natured teasing. It’s easy, which is
why I said yes to go to dinner with him after so many requests. And why I’m still in it. I keep waiting for the day he complicates things, but so far, so good. I’m not running away yet.

  Trevor starts laughing outright. “Happy enough that I’m calling to give you a five-minute heads up.”

  “Five-minute heads up? For what?”

  “For you to make yourself decent. I’m almost to your apartment. Put some clothes on—or don’t—whichever you choose. I’m on my way with breakfast either way. See you soon.”

  “Wait—what?” I listen to the other line. Nothing. “Trevor, are you serious?” All I hear is the sound of white noise on the other end, and I sit there with my phone against my ear in a daze until I hear the three beeps signaling the end of the phone call. I roll onto my side and curl into the fetal position. Wait for him to call me back and tell me he was kidding. A couple of minutes tick by and my phone buzzes again. I yank it toward me and see a text message from Trevor.

  TREVOR: I’m not kidding. You have 3 mins.

  My feet hit the cold floor as I run to the bathroom and make a list of what I need to do in three minutes. Brush my teeth. Pull my hair back. Touch of lip-gloss. Find my jeans, shirt and a bra. Or do I? Yes, I do. I can’t make this too easy on him. A cute one though. Just in case.

  I’m running around like a crazy woman, finishing sliding a t-shirt over my head, when a tap on the door echoes through the apartment. I pad over to it. “Who is it?”

  “You know who it is. I bring sustenance and coffee.” Trevor’s voice is light and playful, but he sounds like he’s in a hurry. “Open up.”

  “I don’t know—it is only 7:20 in the morning.” I shake my head at the entryway and lean against it. “The sun is barely up, and my parents always told me you can’t be too careful. How do I know it’s safe?”

  “Really, Say? We’re going to play this game so early in the morning?” His voice comes across hard, tinged with a hint of frustration, but I can’t help it. I push him a little further.