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“Don’t worry, I told him that you called the shots, not me.”
He snuggled back against the pillows, and I looked sternly at him.
“Thank you very much, Trey,” I said, feigning anger, “now he's going to think I seducedyou.”
“I can set him straight you know. There’s always the video, Tylar,” he said, laughing.
“Oh no!” I fairly shrieked, “You're deplorable!” I was laughing too. He was playful again and I relished his humor.
“All kidding aside, it’s time for you to get some sleep,” he smiled at me as he stood up from the bed, walking to his closet. From inside he called to me, “Did youonlybring sexy nighties?”
“Yes. Are you complaining?”
He returned with one of his long-sleeved dress shirts that would be longer on me than any of the nighties I brought. “Here,” he said, offering me the shirt, “put this on, please?”
I took it from his hand and held it to my nose. I only liked the shirts that he'd worn. This one was clean and didn’t smell like Trey. “I can’t wear this,” I tossed it back to him.
“What? Why?” he stared at me blankly.
“I want a shirt that hasyoursmell on it,” I explained. Trey looked at me incredulously, finally getting the picture.
“Christ,” he growled in a not-really-mad tone as he pulled his sweater over his head. He unbuttoned his oxford shirt and handed it to me. “Here, isthisone stinky enough for you?”
I held it to my face, “Umm, just right,” I said, breathing in his scent and smiling. “And youdon’tstink by the way. You have a verysensualscent.” I turned presenting my back to him so that he could unhook my bra. He slid his hands around me, cupping my breasts and massaging them with his fingers.
Ummm that feels so good…
He pressed up to me and I could feel his erection on my backside. I was on my knees on the bed, he stood next to it. I turned to face him, letting my hand drop down to his crotch, feeling his bulge. He pulled me into a kiss, our lips and tongues in sync. I moaned against him. He pulled away.
“Tylar, baby, come on. You need your rest. My parents are probably right outside the door listening to make sure I keep my promise.”
I stopped, horrified to think that Trey was serious. He laughed, putting his shirt around me and buttoning it, leaving the top three buttons undone. He pulled the bed covers down, ordering me under them. I obeyed this time, watching as he carefully tucked the covers around me like a papoose. He would make sure there would be no touching tonight.
I lay there thinking about the next day. I still planned on going shopping with Gina and was hopeful that Trey wouldn’t nix those plans. I'd forgotten to mention it to him in all of the confusion of the day. That shower seemed to be taking a particularly long time. I smiled, wondering if he was purposely dragging it out hoping that I'd fall asleep.
Trey had told me he loved me today. It was as if he'd been trying not to. I understood his apprehension after he shared with me his history with Tess. I was sure Landon had already let her know that Trey was to be a father…again.
Part of me could understand Trey wanting to protect Tess’s pride. He'd allowed himself to play the villain in all of this. But I couldn’t comprehend why he hadn’t told his parents the truth. They seemed like reasonable people who would honor his request not to share the information with Tess’s family.
My eyes were getting heavy. I knew that it wouldn’t be long before I nodded off. I could hear the shower still running. I smiled knowing that Trey cared about me and was doing this for me. I allowed sleep to finally take over.
CHAPTER 40
I awoke the next morning very rested. Trey was lying awake watching me sleep, his head propped up on his hand. “Good morning, sweetheart,” he said, “I have a surprise. I wantyouto come with me.”
He was off the bed, heading for the bathroom before I'd thrown the covers off. I followed. When I went through the door, I couldn’t believe my eyes. Trey had filled his sunken tub with a foamy, vanilla-scented bubble bath. Lit candles circled the tub. He'd cued up soft music. There were two crystal goblets filled with orange juice. A large crystal bowl full of ice had smaller bowls resting in it containing sliced cantaloupe and honeydew melons, strawberries, blueberries, grapes, and pineapple chunks. A pile of fluffy white towels lay folded nearby, along with all of the necessary body wash, shampoo and conditioner containers. Bath sponges were ready and waiting. I turned to him, my eyes wide.
Without a word, he slipped out of his clothes and gestured that I do the same. He extended his hand to me, helping me down into the bath. Trey didn’t let me lift a finger as he gently bathed me, touching every intimate part of my body, massaging soap into my shoulders, legs, and feet. He shampooed my hair then lathered it with conditioner. We sipped our orange juice and he fed me fruit slices. He rinsed the conditioner out of my hair and sponged soap from my back. He leaned forward, kissing my neck and shoulders. I turned to face him, wrapping my legs over his. With lathered hands, I washed his member gently; it sprang erect at my touch.
I looked up at him, our eyes locking, wondering if he was going to object to more play. He lifted me up, setting me on the side of the sunken bath and wrapped one of the fluffy white towels around me. He got out, wrapping a towel around his hips before continuing with me. He towel dried my skin gently and took my hand, dropping his towel and led me to the bed. He didn’t let me sit or recline.
“Stand right there,” he instructed, pulling me close. He tilted my chin, lowering his mouth to mine for a long, lingering kiss. His fingers found the top of my towel, releasing it so that it fell to my feet. We faced each other naked.
Trey’s eyes moved hungrily over my still damp body, taking in every curve. He reached out, moving a wet tendril from my breast, fingering it between his thumb and forefinger. His hands moved downward, caressing my breasts, bringing my nipples to taut erection. He continued lower, his fingers gently massaged the lips of my sex, tracing the hood of my clitoris, causing me to gasp. He continued stroking and fondling, making me wet and wanting. I tried pulling Trey down on the bed with me; he resisted.
“Not yet,” he breathed in my ear, “I’m not done here yet.”
He spread my legs apart as I stood before him and lowered himself to his knees; he inserted a finger into my very wet pussy, stroking me from inside. His lips joined his hand on my sex, his tongue flickering ever so softly in and around the folds. My knees wanted to give way.
