Page 64 of All Stars Fall
I knew the first time would be fast between us. I was already halfway there when I wasn’t even touching her.
“Next time…” I let out a groan. “Because you feel so damn good I don’t want to stop.”
She dug her hands into my hair and pulled me down for a kiss as our bodies moved in sync, not once fighting but joining like it was the only thing they knew how to do really well.
I had seconds left.
I wanted to stretch them, I wanted to live in those seconds and concentrate on every single nerve ending was exploding with pleasure.
I angled myself deeper, she nearly leaped off the bed beneath me, and I found the spot I wanted.
“Oh, God.” A muffled cry escaped her as she thrashed in pleasure under me. I felt her release shudder through her body and followed, unable to keep myself away from it any longer, away from her. She felt too good, it felt too right.
Panting, I flipped over onto my back and took her with me, still inside her, still feeling the aftershocks of our lovemaking.
It was on the tip of my tongue, but I wasn’t the guy to confess love.
I was that guy with Jo, and look how that turned out.
Now I was cautious. And yet the words lingered on the tip of my tongue, to tell her that time didn’t matter. I’d known my ex for a long time before we got married and look how that had turned out.
I knew Penny barely two weeks and already it felt different.
Because it was.
“Trevor?” She lay against my chest.
“Hmm?”
“I really like you.”
“I really like you too.” I played with her hair and then kissed her bare shoulder. “A lot.”
“Daaaaaaddy!” Malcom wailed.
I’ve never had a woman jump off of me so fast.
She gave me a look of horror.
I grinned and just shook my head.
Red faced, she tiptoed into the bathroom while I quickly wrapped a towel around my waist. “Coming.” I shrugged. “Duty calls.”
CHAPTER NINETEEN
Penelope
“How are you not sleeping?” Icuddled next to Trevor while he scribbled down a few more lyrics. He looked dead sexy in black-rimmed glasses, completely naked, with the sheets falling dangerously low on his hips as he continued writing.
“I’d be an idiot to sleep while you’re in my bed, plus I slept most of the day because of how crappy I was feeling, and now inspiration.” He grinned down at me. “You sleep, and I’ll wake you up when I’m done.”
“What are you writing?” I leaned up on my elbow and covered up my yawn with my hand.
“You,” was all he said.
Stunned, I stared at him, waiting for him to elaborate, and when he didn’t, I cleared my throat.
He grinned down at the notepad. “You inspired me.”
