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“Thanks again, Lucy,” I told her as we left. Lucy winked at me right before she closed the door, and I chuckled softly before catching up to Davina.
By the time we got to Davina’s place, Devon was already asleep. Were we that lucky?
I took her keys and opened her door, holding it so she could slip past. “Can you get the bassinet? It’s in the hall closet.”
I quickly found it and wheeled it out to the living room. Davina slipped Devon into the bed, and he fussed for all of two seconds.
She stared down at him as I came up behind her, wrapping my arms around her waist and kissing the back of her head. She put her hands over mine and sighed.
“You haven’t changed your mind, have you?”
Lightning flashed outside the living room window, and we both looked at it before the accompanying sound vibrated the room.
She turned in my arms, staring up at me. “No. Take me to bed, Trevor.”
Chapter Twenty-Four
Davina
There was no fighting destiny. All the signs led up to this moment, and with the storm over our heads, I wanted to believe that it was Carol’s way of saying this was right.
Trevor wasted no time lifting me in his arms and carrying me to my bedroom. His gaze never faltered from mine, and as he let my body slide slowly down his, his eyes smoldered. Trevor held my face between his palms and slowly bent to touch our mouths together. A crash of thunder echoed through the room, and the kiss deepened.
His arms wrapped around my body, and for a few moments, we stood there kissing intensely. I was to the point that I was about to beg him for more when his lips left my mouth and he began to scatter kisses over my face and down my neck. I whimpered at the warm touch, clinging to his arms to hold myself upright.
Trevor slid his thumbs under the straps of my dress, and more slowly than I cared for, shifted them until they slipped down my arms. His chest, which had pressed to mine, shifted back, and the dress lowered. His mouth followed, running straight down to the line between my cleavage. His hands shifted my dress, cupping my breasts, and I gasped at his touch, my head falling back as he peeled one cup back and latched on to my nipple.
I dropped my arms, and the dress continued to fall from my body. With a little shimmy and small tug, the dress landed in a pool at my feet. His hands caressed my body, wrapping around me to hold me tightly to him. The difference between my naked skin and his tuxedo was rather exciting as my core clenched with need.
I pushed his jacket from his shoulders, and he helped shrug out of it, letting it fall to the ground with my dress. His hands left my body, but not his mouth as he lavished kisses back up my neck, and he removed his bow tie. I was already working on the buttons of his shirt, and between the two of us, we made quick work of it. He pulled back only long enough to yank his t-shirt over his head.
My hands splayed over his wide chest, loving the heated feeling of his skin as I ran them down to his waistline. He helped me with his pants, and he toed off his shoes and kicked them to the side. His hands glided down to my hands, and he stepped back, holding my arms out to the sides so he could look at me from top to bottom.
“You are so fucking beautiful, Davina.” I felt no modesty as I stood there because I knew that what he said, he truly felt. His words caressed my heart, making it take that final shift from falling—to in love with him. “So. Fucking. Beautiful.”
He brought our bodies back together and began to kiss me urgently. His erection pushed against my stomach, begging for attention. My hands went to his hips, and I peeled down his boxers so that he could spring free. The silky touch of his hot skin against my stomach made me shiver as I realized how much I was looking forward to making love to him.
He walked me back to the bed, laying me down gently before he leaned down and removed his socks, then running his hands down my legs and taking my shoes off so slowly that I almost grew frustrated. He kissed each ankle, then each calf, slowly gliding his hands up my legs where he kissed my knees and then my thighs. My eyes closed, and his hands brushed over the tops of my thighs, his thumbs teasing the juncture ever so slightly before stopping at the edge of my panties.
“May I?” he whispered, and I nodded.
He removed them painstakingly slow and then once again kissed his way back up. My core clenched, eager for his touch, and this time as his thumbs skimmed the area, they shifted closer, and I gasped. My head lulled to the side, my eyes rolling back into my head as he leaned forward and kissed the inside edge of my thigh, pushing my legs apart and then running his tongue over my fevered flesh. I jerked in response as my nerve endings sent out sparks of pleasure through my body. He went back for more, my hands twisting in his hair as I held him there, needing more.
I’d never been greedy before, but with Trevor between my legs, and knowing that he wasn’t going anywhere tonight, I wanted to keep him in place as long as I could. My sex-deprived body screamed for release, and he was quick to deliver. The explosion was so extreme that I thought my own personal lightning bolt had honestly struck me.
As I recovered from it, Trevor slowly moved up my body, kissing my stomach, my ribs, lavishing my breasts again, and then returning to my face. He paused before he kissed me, a question in his eye, and I pulled his mouth to mine. I knew some women might not want to taste themselves on their lover’s lips, but it was part of the process. We were sharing bodies, sharing love; nothing was off limits.
Our tongues dueled as his body covered mine, the weight of his frame pressing me deeper into the mattress, making me feel cocooned and safe. Suddenly he lifted and shifted off of me, and my eyes burst open.
“Where—”
He grinned at me as he grabbed his pants and dug around in a pocket. I laid my head back on the bed, feeling like an idiot for not thinking about protection. God, it had been so long, and the fact that he had thought about it and I didn’t, just showed how long it had been for me.
He was back a moment later, and instead of sheathing himself, he brought our mouths back together for a long, drawn-out kiss. He got up on his knees between my legs, and I watched him roll the condom on with a practiced hand. My mind shifted, and I shoved the thought away of just how much practice he might have had.
He leaned over me, kneading my breasts hungrily as he suckled on them. My hands held his head to one and then the other, begging for more, begging for all of him. He lowered himself onto me, making me once again feel safe under his weight, and lined himself up to enter.
When he paused, my eyes opened, and I found him watching me. “Are you sure?”
