Page 46 of Trick
I waved him off. “No need to apologize for having fun. You’re a single guy, you’re free to do whatever – and whoever – you want.”
He reached up and cupped my chin, forcing me to look him in the eye. “Still, I wish I’d made a better impression. Maybe then you’d acknowledge the attraction between us.”
A thrill shot through me before reality set in. “I can’t deny that I’m attracted to you, but I don’t think it would be a good idea to act on it. Casual hookups can get messy when you have mutual friends, not to mention my uncle’s feelings on the subject.”
His grip on my chin tightened almost imperceptibly. “I think as long as both of us go into this with a clear understanding of the expectations, we’re adult enough to handle the situation without dragging anyone else into it. There’s no reason things would have to get messy, as you put it.”
“A clear understanding of the expectations,” I repeated. “And what, exactly, would those expectations be?”
He hesitated before answering. “That we enjoy ourselves, for as long as it suits us both.” He paused, staring intently into my eyes. “I think we’d be explosive together, darlin’,” he coaxed, his voice dripping with seduction.
“You want to keep this as our dirty little secret?”
He shook his head. “If you think it will complicate things, then yeah, we can keep it to ourselves.”
I took a deep breath, remembering all the nights I’d spent thinking about him. How distracted I was whenever he was around. How sweet and charming he could be. How safe I felt with him. How much I wanted him.
“I don’t share. If I’m having sex with a man, I’d better be the only one,” I warned.
“If you’re having sex with me, I won’t need anyone else,” Trick agreed. “I’d expect the same from you.”
“I was tested after I found out about Beau’s cheating ass. I’m negative and get the birth control shot, but protection is still a must.”
“I get tested every three months to be safe. I’m negative, too and I always wrap my dick, darlin’.
I nodded. “Explosive, huh?”
“Absolutely,” he vowed.
A smile crept across my face, and then I nodded. “Show me.”
He swooped down to take my mouth in a searing kiss.
My pulse raced at the contact, and my lips parted as his tongue traced along the seam, eager for entry. He groaned, sliding his hand into my hair and angling my head to deepen the kiss.
I moaned, and the sound seemed to trigger something in him. He turned ravenous, his tongue plunging inside to tangle with mine as he snaked his other arm around me to urge me to get closer.
I shifted onto his lap, straddling him. The contact made him groan again, the sound one of sheer pleasure. He tightened his hand in my hair and gripped my hip with the other, pulling me even tighter to him. My breath caught at the feel of his cock, hard and thick against his zipper, and I rocked against him, moisture flooding my core.
“Fuck, darlin’, I knew you’d feel amazing,” he muttered as he lifted his lips from mine, then brushed them along my jaw and nibbled a line down my neck.
Chills broke out along my skin, and every nerve in my body flared to life in a way they never had before. I arched my neck, allowing him better access. He nipped and kissed his way over my collarbone, dipping his tongue into the hollow, before reversing course and gliding back up my neck. I reached up and ran my fingers over the short hair on the sides of his headbefore carding them through the longer strands on top, grinding against him until I was breathless with need.
He grabbed my hips, holding me still, then gave me a wicked grin full of heat.
“Bedroom. Now.”
He stood up with me in his arms, and I nearly swooned at the strength and muscle control that feat had taken. Clearly, that eight-pack of his wasn’t just for show. Because I was so tall, I’d never been with a man who was able to pick me up with such ease, let alone from a seated position. It was fucking hot.
“Hang on, darlin’,” he warned, and I dutifully wrapped my legs around his waist, and clung to him.
He crossed the room and entered my bedroom, setting me on my feet next to the bed. It was a race to see who could strip first. He won, but only because the sight of his hard cock caused me to fumble trying to unclasp my bra.
“You’re even more beautiful than I imagined, and I have one hell of an imagination.” He reached for me, drawing my naked body against his.
“We fit together perfectly,” he said, sliding his hands down to cup my ass and pull me even closer. “I knew we would.”
He kissed me before I could utter a word, then tumbled me down onto the mattress, not even taking time to draw the covers back. I was breathless by the time he released my lips and kissed his way down my neck, then turned his attention to my breasts.
