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  Her heart hitched on an awkward beat, and goose bumps spread across her shoulders and down her arms. “You would?”

  “Absolutely.”

  It was a huge offer. His pride in exchange for her self-confidence. Maybe he was right. Maybe actions spoke louder than words. If it meant bringing the two of them closer together and her slaying a few of her own demons, it couldn’t hurt. “You won’t laugh?”

  He uncrossed his legs, crooked one knee, and gripped his obviously erect cock through his jeans. “Darlin’, my dick’s about to punch out of my jeans, and you haven’t done a damn thing yet. I might fuck you silly, but you’re absolutely guaranteed I will not laugh.”

  She shifted her feet and looked around the room. The windows were drawn tight, so no chance of anyone else but Trevor catching her highly inexperienced show. Not that the knowledge did much to help her nerves. “What do I do?”

  He wagged his fingers. “Come closer.”

  She frowned. “I thought there was supposed to be a no-touching rule.”

  He grinned at that. “Gonna be hard to coach you if I can’t help you out when you need it. Now get your pretty ass over here and take off those shoes.”

  Not the least bit interested in being sexy, she flounced to his side of the bed, plopped down next to him and popped off her Keds.

  “For the record,” he said eyeballing her shoes on the thick carpet, “we may need a repeat performance with those heels you wore this afternoon.”

  “Let’s get through my debut before we schedule any encores.” She stood next to him and fisted her hands at her sides. “Now what?”

  He cupped her hip and grazed his thumb along her hip bone. “For starters, I’d say relax. Close your eyes, and forget I’m here.”

  She scowled down at him. “Fat chance of that.” She closed her eyes anyway and let out a slow breath.

  “Just listen to the music,” he said. “Don’t worry about anything. Just sway to it. Think about when we were on the dance floor. Put yourself there again.”

  That, at least, wasn’t too hard. The moment had been seared on her brain, the sheer joy of moving with him a thrill she’d treasure for the rest of her life. Slowly, she began to move. More of a sway than anything erotic or sexy, but it didn’t feel bad for a start.

  “Pretty,” he murmured. “Imagine me touching you.”

  The way he’d teased his lips along her neck came to mind and she tilted her head, offering up access for his imaginary kiss.

  “Just like that.”

  Bit by bit, he walked her through it, his voice growing deeper and rougher with each moment and one song blending into another. Every second drew her deeper. The soft brush of her sweater whispering over her head and the silky caress of her hair against her bare shoulders. The rasp of denim and lace against her hips. Before she knew it she was naked, slick with arousal, and aching in a way she hadn’t thought possible. She opened her eyes and her knees nearly buckled.

  Tension and an animalistic hunger marked his every feature, from the blazing fire behind his blue eyes to the vicious grip on his cock. “Crawl up here.”

  “But I—”

  “Need you up here, Nat. Need it now.”

  Oh, to hell with it. If it meant easing the pulse between her legs, she’d happily take a rain check on his performance. She scrambled toward the bed. The second she got into grabbing distance, he snagged her around the waist and wrangled her so she straddled his thighs.

  He caught her hand and pressed it against his cock. “You feel that? You think I could make that up? Think I could get this hard for just anyone?” He rocked into her touch. “That’s all you, darlin’. You. Your pretty smile. The way you move. Your perfect tits and outstanding hips.”

  “Okay, I get it,” she rasped. At least she thought she did. Though, it was awfully hard to concentrate with his knuckles skimming slowly down her abdomen.

  He teased her trimmed curls and licked his lower lip, his eyes trained on her sex. “About damned time, ’cause now you’re about to get something else.” He slicked his fingers through her folds. No teasing or easy caresses, just blatant, carnal touch. Back and forth, he guided her wetness up and around her clit, never lingering on the swollen bundle of nerves long enough to give her release.

  Her moan filled the room, pure pleasure amplifying the sound and reverberating through the vast space. She braced her hands on his shoulders and widened her knees, angling her hips in a silent plea for more. “Don’t tease. Not right now. Later maybe, but not right now.”

  “Who said anything about teasing?” He plunged two fingers deep, angling his wrist so they stimulated the sweet spot along her front wall. “You want to come, then take it. Roll those hips and ride my fingers.”

  God, yes. She threw her head back and followed his lead as easy as she had on the dance floor, grinding and circling her pelvis in a perfect, escalating rhythm. His jeans chafed the insides of her thighs, and his breath ghosted against her sweat-damp skin as release crept closer and closer.

  “Fuck, that’s sexy.” The hand at her hip tightened and his thumb grazed her clit. “Soon as I get you home, I’m getting you some pretty silk rope, tying you down, and teasing your pussy just like this.”

  The image he created flashed in crystal clarity in her mind, knocking her over the edge. Her sex vised around his fingers and her hips bucked. “Trevor!”

  “There it is.” Relinquishing the lead, he followed every undulation, pumping his fingers in time with the fierce spasms and smoothing his free hand up and down the curve of her hip. “Never get enough of seeing you come. Never.”

  Fresh goose bumps lifted across her skin and her heart squeezed, the sweetness of his words mingling with physical pleasure still pulsing through her body. Sex before Trevor had always been purely carnal. A series of carefully timed bodily acts—some intricate and some clumsy. But with him it was beautiful. Meaningful and profound.

  With shaking legs, she leaned closer, resting her forehead against his while she tried to catch her breath. “I’m not sure that’s a good thing. That one almost killed me.”

  “No dying yet, darlin’. We haven’t made it through the main act yet. You gotta keep those eyes open long enough to get your lap dance.”

  She pried her eyes open, the languid comfort and power of the release he’d given her making the task a Herculean effort, but there was no way she’d force him to go through with their deal. “You don’t have to dance for me.”

  His eyes narrowed. “What’s goin’ on in that head of yours?”

  How could she say it in a way he’d understand? A way that wouldn’t come off wrong? “You asked me to dance to build me up. I don’t want to ask you for something that might tear you down. It doesn’t matter to me what you did or who you used to be. All that matters is who you are now.”

  His expression shifted, shock and maybe a little awe leaving him tongue-tied for all of two seconds. Then he was in motion, rolling her to her back and taking her mouth in an all-consuming kiss. Lips, teeth, tongue, he wielded them all, feasting from her mouth as though he’d been starved for days. When he finally lifted his head, they were both breathless. His gruff voice danced along every nerve ending. “You ready for more than just light and easy between us?”

  Kiss-frazzled and still sluggish from her release, she wasn’t sure she’d heard him right. “Are you?”

  He cupped the side of her face. “Don’t think I could stop wanting more even if I had to.”

  She traced his swollen lips, her fingertips trembling on a flood of emotion. “Me, either,” she whispered.

  The confession earned her a brilliant smile, one as warm and heart stopping as Levi’s on Christmas morning. “Then I’m keepin’ my promise. Not gonna have my past or anything else between us. You take me like I am, I’ll give you anything you want.” He touched his
lips to hers, a simple touch in comparison to the kiss they’d shared before, then flexed his jean-clad hips against her bare core. “Think you’d better brace, though. I’m in the mood to play dirty.”

  Chapter Twenty-Three

  Naked as the day she was born and teetering between terror and the best thrill ride of her life, Natalie lay sprawled in the middle of Trevor’s king-size bed. Normally, she’d have found an excuse to crawl under the comforter the second Trevor had moved away from her, but with his mischievous, tempting words still lingering in the air, she had more important things to do. “For those of us less familiar with the more adventurous side of sex, I don’t suppose you could define playing dirty.”

  Beside her on the edge of the bed, Trevor yanked off his boots and tossed them to the floor. Watching him do anything was a thing of beauty, but with his tight-fitting blue T-shirt, she got the added bonus of enjoying the flex of his lean, perfectly defined muscles beneath. He peered over one shoulder, aimed a lopsided grin at her and pulled off his socks. “You want a show, I’m gonna give it to you. Just going to play a little game along the way.” He stood and snatched his phone off the dock.

  Natalie rolled to her side and propped her head up on one hand. “Why do I get the feeling this game is going to be woefully one-sided where rules are concerned?”

  His lips twitched and he punched something on his phone’s screen. He put the device back in its cradle, crawled like a stalking cat onto the bed, and caged her with his hands and knees. “Only gonna feel one-sided until my cock’s pounding inside you and you come hard enough to see stars.”

  Her sex spasmed and she squeezed her thighs together on reflex. “Oh.”

  “Yeah.” His gaze trailed, slow and covetous, down her torso. “O is what you’re gonna get. Though, swear to Christ, how I’m gonna dance for you as hard as my dick is remains to be seen.”

  She licked her lip and cupped him through his jeans. “I could fix that first. Make things easier for you.”

  He growled and covered her hand with his. “Darlin’, you keep that up, we’ll skip your dance altogether.” He tugged her hand away, but kept his fingers curled around her wrist. Smoothing his thumb along her pulse point, he sat back on his heels. “Rule one, I get to touch you however I want.”

  She smiled and splayed her hands against the top of his muscled thigh. “I like that one.”

  “Yeah?” With his free hand, he tugged his ponytail holder, shook his hair free and captured her other wrist. “Not sure you’ll like this one.” He leaned over her, guiding her arms up and over her head. “Rule two, your hands stay over your head.”

  As fast as her thrill had risen, a mood to rival a sleep-deprived two-year-old bubbled up. “Where’s the fun in that?”

  “Oh, it’ll be fun.” He pressed an easy, lingering kiss to her lips then muttered against them, “For me.” He rolled off the bed in a move so fluid she’d almost thought he’d started without music.

  “Seriously, you’re going to dance and I can’t touch?”

  “Dead serious.” He punched his phone’s screen and the first strains of a sexy R&B song filled the room. He ran his thumbs along the inside of his waistband and smirked. “The second you touch me—hands, arms, legs, mouth—it doesn’t matter. The show’s over and I get to claim what’s mine.”

  She whimpered and the muscles low in her belly fluttered.

  “You like that?” He ambled closer to the bed, one strong hand moving across his pecs in a way she’d love to imitate. “Ready for me to claim your sweet pussy and make it mine?”

  Her hips flexed the same as if he’d slid his fingers through her folds and she grabbed on to the pillow beneath her head for all she was worth. Her voice was little more than a hiss, but she felt it in every inch of her body. “Yes.”

  “That’s my girl.” In one molten glide, he was on the bed, his knees wedged under hers and her thighs spread wide. He rolled his hips, the rough surface of his jeans little more than a whisper against her sensitive flesh, but a perfect promise of what was to come. He bit his lower lip and reached over his head, grasping his T-shirt and pulling it off.

  He took his time, blending subtle touches and liquid, sensual motion with the music’s throbbing beat. She’d always sensed something beneath his country-boy surface, something untamed and blatantly carnal, but watching him move was a thing of beauty. Animalistic power and grace in its most decadent form.

  Dipping low, he nipped the inside of her thigh, caught the backs of her legs with his shoulders, and glided forward so her ankles were anchored by his ears. He pumped twice with his hips, intimating exactly what they both really wanted. The corded muscles in his abdomen flexed and released in an enticing ripple and her hands slipped from under the pillow of their own accord, eager for touch.

  “Damn it,” she grumbled and stuffed them back into place, clamping down twice as hard. No way was she stopping this ride before he lost his jeans. God knew, she wouldn’t make it much beyond that.

  “Almost.” Carefully, he eased her legs from his shoulders and stood tall on his knees in front of her. “Okay, sweetheart. You want the rest of this?”

  “You mean, you naked and next to me?”

  He popped the button on his jeans and eased the zipper down. “Naked, next to you and buried deep.”

  “Then yes. Absolutely yes.”

  A wicked grin tilted his lips. “Good answer.”

  Before she could analyze what new tricks she was in for, he snatched her by both wrists, tugged her upright and spun her so she sat on the edge of the bed. The change in position amplified every sense. The depth of the music’s thrumming bass. The room’s chill against her bare skin. The shadows cast from the bedside lamp across Trevor’s defined muscles as he shoved his jeans past his hips and kicked them to the side.

  Even standing still he was a visual treat. A mouthwatering temptation few women would pass up. But clad in only black boxer briefs and undulating his hips in time with the music, with an erection so powerful the tip peeked past the waistband, he left her slack jawed and dumbfounded. “Did you get this close to women when you danced before?”

  He slid to one side of her, a smooth move she’d never expect to see outside of a breakdancing competition, let alone on a cowboy. “This close? Yeah, a few got this.” He whirled and straddled her lap, his perfect ass smack-dab in front of her face, then dropped his hands to the floor and pumped his hips.

  She fisted the comforter in her hands, desperate to feel his flexing ass beneath her palms. Thankfully, he twisted upright and faced her before she could give in.

  He slid his fingertips beneath the waistband of his briefs. “You know what they didn’t get?”

  She squeezed her knees together and bit her lip. “Who?”

  His shameless chuckle rippled across flesh. He dipped his hand inside his briefs, grasped his shaft, and ambled closer, bringing them knees to knees. “The women I danced for. You know what they didn’t get?”

  Oh, that. She forced her gaze to his. “What didn’t they get?”

  “This.” In a move that made her disrobing look comical in comparison, he shucked his briefs and straddled her thighs. His beautiful cock was lined up square with her mouth, the shaft so swollen and marked with raised veins it looked painful. The tip glistened with pre-come. “Or this.”

  Just as he had seconds before, he rolled his hips, pumping his staff so close to her lips the heat of him radiated against her mouth and his musky scent filled her lungs. She couldn’t have kept her hands to herself if she’d wanted to. It was too much and not enough all at once. Too much sensation and not nearly enough contact.

  Smoothing her palms up his corded thighs, she pressed her lips to the base of his cock.

  “Thought you’d never get around to that.” He growled and gripped the back of her head. “Show’s over, darlin’
.”

  Maybe for him it was, but for her it was just getting started. Gripping him at the base, she licked along one prominent vein and hummed against his turgid flesh. “I want this.”

  His grip in her hair tightened, sending tiny pinpricks of pleasure and pain across her scalp and down her spine. “Not gonna say no to anything that involves your mouth and my dick.” He flexed his hips, though unlike the moves he’d demonstrated before, this one was pure reflex.

  She swirled her tongue around the tip and his salty taste exploded on her tongue. Palming his tight sac in her free hand, she took all of him that she could and peered up at him from beneath her lashes.

  “Fuuuck.” He worked his shaft between her lips, matching his rhythm to hers. “You have no idea.” He gripped the other side of her head, the tension in his body so rife she couldn’t tell if he was on the verge of losing control, or bolting for the door. “The things I want to do to you. The way I want to take you. Want to fuck you so hard and deep I’m all you think about. All you remember.”

  She suckled harder, teased his cockhead with the slightest graze of her teeth, then whispered against the tip. “Okay.”

  The word was barely out and the world spun around her, her body maneuvered up from her perch on the side of the bed and tossed facedown in the middle of the king-size bed. Before she could draw a breath or assimilate her situation, Trevor yanked her hips up from behind her and spanked one side of her ass. “Think you meant, ‘Okay, sir.’”

  Oh God.

  Every nerve ending went from sensitized to supercharged in an instant, the power of every fantasy and desire she’d entertained for months surging to a fine point in a single second. “Trevor.” It was the only word her mouth could form, desire, fear, and excitement knotted so tightly she could barely draw a decent breath.

  The mattress dipped and the sound of crinkling foil sounded behind her. “You want to use my name, you do it when you come. Understand?”