Fire & Desire (Hero Series) (10 page)

~ML~

Trevor turned her around and lowered his mouth to her lips. Her
confession had given him permission to proceed to the next level. They’d never
kissed before, so it was like an electric shock for him.

Drawing her closer, he deepened the kiss. Her lips opened to his.
He placed both his hands on the side of her face, and he delved into the hot
recesses of her mouth.

Tiffany surrendered completely to him and wrapped her arms around
his neck.

Trevor was only vaguely aware of moving deeper in the darkness of
the room and backwards toward the bed until he felt the mattress against the
back of his legs.

Heavy breathing filled the room as he detached his mouth from
hers, saying, “Turn on the lights…I want you to know who’s making love to you.”

“I know who you are.” Tiffany leaned over to the lamp on the
nightstand without moving out of his arms. The lamp filled the room with a soft
amber glow.

He pulled her blouse out of her pants and over her head. “Then say
my name.”

“Trevor.” She reached out and assisted him in removing his
Redskins sweatshirt.

He liked the quirky lift of the corner of her mouth as she looked
at his shirt logo.

“Would you stop if I told you I was a Dallas fan?” she asked.

Sitting down on the bed, he proceeded to unfasten her slacks. “Not
on your life. Especially since your team just lost.”

“I heard on the radio…” her words faded in and out as he began to
rain kisses across her abdomen, “…one poi—” she stopped talking completely when
he dipped his tongue into her navel.

Trevor slid her pants down her hips. After she stepped free of
them, he ran his hands along the inside of her thighs and felt the tremors in
her legs.

He paused for a moment to enjoy the view. Tiffany wore a sheer
black bra and the sexiest pair of matching boy-legged cropped panties with lace
trimming. If the translucent material of her bra didn’t take him over the edge,
the transparent underwear almost did the trick.

He had to take a few deep breaths to keep his body under control.

He admired her body with his hands. “If I had known this was what
you wore under all of your business apparel…hmm,” he moaned, unable to complete
the sentence.

“As I recall, when you first met me you told me I should only wear
thongs.”

Trevor remembered that and knew he’d been misguided in his
assumption. Leaning onto the bed, he held her and brought her body on top of
his. “I was wrong. You’re perfect just the way you are.”

~ML~

Tiffany’s heart was warmed and overjoyed. No man—especially not
Christopher––had ever
truly
looked at her and appreciated her for who
she was. It amazed her that someone in Trevor’s profession could.

Her body sang as Trevor’s hands roamed her back and moved down to
cup her backside, aligning her body to his. She lost herself in the feel of his
hands on her body. Responsively, her thighs tightened as she felt the bulge in
his jeans pressing against her.

It amazed her how easily she had forgotten his touch. Forgot what
it felt like to be with him. “In some way, I know I’ve always been meant to be
with you like this because I don’t feel scared, afraid or shy. The first time
we were together, it had to be wonderful.”

Trevor began to extract the pins from her hair. “Tiffany, we need
to talk about that night.”

“No, we don’t…” She placed a finger over his mouth. “All I want to
think about is us being here and now.”

As he sifted his fingers through her hair, it cascaded like a
curtain around them.

Looking intently into her eyes, he asked, “Are you sure?”

She answered by leaning down and kissing him.

Taking hold of her hips, he pressed her body to him. Between
kisses, he said, “Then I want you to start saying my name…”

 “Trevor,” she began in a sultry voice as he removed her bra.

Rolling her onto her back, he began to move down her body. Cupping
her breasts, he placed a kiss in the center of them. “I want you to keep saying
it,” he said huskily.

A frisson of warmth filled her woman’s center as he circled the
puckered tip of one of her breasts with his tongue.

“Tre-
vor
,” she said as her voice began to quiver.

“Until I’m buried so deep inside of you…you can no longer speak.”

He took her breasts into the searing wet heat of his mouth.

~ML~

Trevor suckled her breasts until her chocolate nipples stood out
full and engorged. Two begging points. He smiled with pleasure, then descended
to the lips located between her legs and began intimately kissing her. She was
consumed with feelings and emotions she could have never imagined as his tongue
thoroughly adored the very essence of her core.

“
Trevor
,” Tiffany shouted, as her back arched off the bed
and an orgasm launched her into a shuddering mass and overtook her.

Body calming, she became aware of the rustling sound of Trevor
removing the remainder of his clothing.

He lightly kissed his way back up her body, until they lay face to
face. She recognized the tense look in his eye as he centered himself at the
apex of her thighs.

Tiffany pulled his mouth down to hers for a hungry kiss. The heady
aroma of her own scent enveloped her.

As her tongue lifted up into his mouth, Trevor thrust his hips
forward—fusing their mouths and bodies together simultaneously.

~ML~

He swallowed Tiffany’s scream as he tore through the barrier of
her innocence.

Her snug, moist heat engulfed Trevor and took him to the brink of
rapture. If his life depended on it, he could not have implored his member to
remove itself from the haven. He could feel the bite of her nails in his back.

He was as shocked and astounded as Tiffany appeared to be as he
looked into her tear filled eyes. “I’m sorry, sweetheart,” he whispered. “I
didn’t know.”

He brushed his thumbs across the corners of her eyes, removing the
tears. He waited, biting on his bottom lip to be patient. Giving Tiffany’s body
a chance to relax and accept him.

She was tight, hot and wet. Squeezing him like a fist. Her spicy
musk scent was driving him wild. Every fiber of his being wanted to slide his
shaft in and out of her. Feel her body quiver around him.

When Trevor felt her hips begin a tentative rise, seating him
deeper in her warmth, he groaned. Then buried his face in her neck and began to
move. Cautious at first, aware her body was tender and the act was unique to her.

Grasping her hips, he instructed her to follow his lead, meet each
of his thrusts and swivel her body against him. Allowing her clitoris to be
stimulated and heightening her pleasure. As her body became accustomed to the
rhythm, Trevor rotated his hips until her moans began to echo around the room.

Trevor’s manhood swelled more, making him aware of the growing
tension in his body.

His sack pulled up tight at the base and begged for release.

As the pressure mounted toward his own release, he pulled her legs
up higher toward his shoulders, allowing himself deeper access. Increasing his
tempo, Trevor gave himself over to his need.

Finally, reaching his peak, his thunderous groans reverberated
throughout the room—joined by Tiffany’s second cry of release that night.

Trevor got more than even he predicted at the beginning of the
heated session. The unexpected issue between them had rendered them both
speechless.

Ten

“We need to talk,” Tiffany said as she came out of the restroom,
her naked form now covered by the nightgown she’d grabbed from the foot of the
bed.

Trevor stood at the window, staring out into the night. He had put
his jeans back on, which rode low on his hips. While they were in the heat of
the moment, she hadn’t taken the time to reacquaint herself with his
well-sculpted physique.
He really is beautiful.

The simple sight of his back made her envision running her tongue
along his spine. She could see the small half-moon shapes her nails had made.

“Yeah, we do.” His voice sounded as thick and smooth as molasses
pouring out of a Mason jar.

The tender muscles of her sex flexed in response. It made her very
aware of the difference in the soreness her body was experiencing now compared
to when she’d awakened in Las Vegas.

He turned around, and she noticed the top button of his jeans
undone. She berated herself for the quick skip of her pulse.
Get yourself
together, girl. You need some answers.

An internal war raged between her body and mind. She had every
right to be angry at him for the ruse he had been playing with her…at the same
time, her body was reveling in the life altering experience that had just taken
place between them.

Tiffany folded her arms over her chest to keep herself composed.
“I want you to tell me the truth about Las Vegas.”

“Sit.” He directed as he sauntered toward her.

The only reason Tiffany sat on the edge of her bed was because she
didn’t know how long her trembling legs would hold her up.
All he did was
move toward me.
She took a deep steadying breath.

Grabbing the stool from her vanity, he sat down in front of her.
“What do you want to know?”

“Everything.”

~ML~

Trevor knew he couldn’t tell her everything. Over the past months,
Tiffany had begun to mean too much to him. If he revealed everything about the
precarious situation, it would all be over—he would lose her forever.

He wasn’t willing to jeopardize it. After tonight, he was assured
his feelings for her ran deeper than even he imagined.

“I’ll start off with what you know. We didn’t have sex that
night.”

“
Nooo,
you don’t say,” she responded sarcastically. “Let’s
just cut to the chase and tell me something I don’t know.”

“If I’d known that you were a virgin—”

“What else would I have been, Trevor?” Tiffany said through
clenched teeth. “I wasn’t married before our little…” She waved her hands
around in the air, unable to come up with a word to describe their
relationship. “Do you think you’re the only person who can have morals?”

“It’s just not common.”

“Nothing about how we got into this mess is
common
,” she
yelled.

“Look, if I’d known, I never would have—” he cut himself off.
“Damn.” Trevor got up from the chair and began to pace. “I can’t lie to you or
myself, Tiffany. I’ve been attracted to you since the moment you opened the
door in Las Vegas. This was inevitable, and we both know it.”

She stood up and faced him. “Since we’re finally talking
truths
here, what I know is this: If I had realized before now…that I
was
still
a virgin.
This,
” she said pointing to the bed, “would have
never
happened.”

Trevor could see her chest rising and falling with anger. His
pulse began to pick up in response.

“How can you be so sure?” he asked her calmly, keeping a lid on
the rage inside of him.

“Because I’m not
good
enough for you? Heaven forbid your
fiancé would have discovered that the governor’s daughter had been soiled.
Especially if he wasn’t the one to do it.”

She looked at him through squinted eyes. “My relationship with
Christopher is
none
of your business.”

Trevor’s struggle to keep his anger under control wore thin. He
leaned toward her until they almost stood nose to nose. “Want to bet?”

“
Ooh
…” Tiffany shrieked. “Sometimes you make me so mad I
could scream.”

“Well, sweetheart, you did enough screaming tonight that you
should be good for a month.”

“You boorish jerk,” she shrieked.

“You could’ve ended this as easily as I could have,” he bellowed
back.

“Trust me, if I’d known I was still a virgin, I would’ve filed for
an annulment immediately.”

The room vibrated with the crackling energy between them.

“Why didn’t you just file for divorce even though you thought we
had slept together?”

Tiffany turned away from him. “Because I didn’t want it to get
out. If I had filed for a divorce, then people would have found out.” She
pivoted back to him. “Especially since you insinuated that you’d contest the
divorce.”

Trevor had to give her that. At the onset of this predicament he
had set out to seduce her and let Manning know he’d done it. But he couldn’t go
through with it. Marrying her hadn’t been part of that plan, no matter how he’d
tried to fool her and himself. Tying himself to Tiffany had been instinctual,
something he didn’t understand then and was still trying to sort through now.

Now, revenge against Christopher Manning was no longer important
to him, and he wasn’t sure when things had begun to change.

“So you think a divorce would’ve made our attraction for each
other go away?” he asked, crossing his arms across his chest.

“It would be irrelevant,” she said quietly.

Trevor arched an eyebrow at her.

She dropped her gaze away from his. “Regardless of what has
happened now. You still should have told me we didn’t have sex.”

Trevor took a breath and asked calmly, “What if I tell you I want
more?”

She looked up at him with shock in her eyes. “More of what?”

“Of us…” he declared.

“Trevor, you can’t be serious.” She shook her head. “It would
never
work.”

Trevor could hear the fear as she spoke. He walked up to her and
took hold of her shoulders, looking her directly in the eyes. “Tiffany, for a
moment, put aside what or who you think I am. Pretend for a moment that I was
just some regular guy with a job and you had a normal life…what then?”

~ML~

Tiffany looked at the man who had just made love to her. The man
who was supposed to be her husband—the stripper.

Everything inside of her yelled for her to trust him, to let go of
her fear and concerns.

Surrender to him. She wasn’t sure when her feelings had
changed—but they had.

Can I risk it?
Tiffany asked herself
. No,
her mind answered,
there is
too much at stake
.

“Trevor, there’s no reason to fantasize. We are who we are, and we
can’t change that.”

She took a breath to steady herself, but all of a sudden, she felt
like crying.

“Tiffany, I’m falling hard for you, and that can’t be changed.” He
used one of his hands and lifted her chin up. “Can you tell me you don’t feel
the same?”

The moment her tears spilled over, Tiffany pulled her face out of
his hands and turned away from him.

Her heart seemed to swell with the news of Trevor’s feelings.

“It doesn’t matter, Trevor. In the morning when the sun comes up,
I’ll still be the governor’s daughter.”

She could feel his presence behind her. Her nipples tightened in
spite of her internal war.

“So you’re willing to sacrifice—”

“I made that choice a long time ago.” Tiffany faced him. “No
matter what I may feel, I can’t hurt my father’s career. I won’t allow myself
to be the reason behind him losing the Senate seat.” Tiffany stepped around him
and moved to stand in front of her window. “It wouldn’t be fair. It’s not
right.”

She didn’t even hear Trevor advance. The next thing she knew, he
was spinning her around with lightening speed to face him.

“Not
right
?” he spewed. “Control be damned,” he muttered
between gritted teeth. “What you want me to believe is that you’re willing to
deny your feelings for me because…it’s ‘politically incorrect?’” His hands made
quotation marks in the air.

“Yes
…
” she said weakly with tears rolling unchecked down
her face.

“That’s a bunch of bull!” He seized her by the hips and brought
her body in full contact with his. “Tell me this isn’t right…”

A whimper passed her lips when she felt his body swell from their
flushed contact. She could feel his elongated shaft pressing against her
throbbing core. She was amazed how she hungered for him again. She yearned to
have him thrusting between her legs, even though her body was still tender from
their last session.

“What about this, Tiffany?” Placing his hand over her breast, he
began to knead her until her nipples tightened and stood out begging for
attention. He took it into his hot, wet mouth and suckled through her silk
gown. “Is it right?” His tongue flicked rapidly across the tip.

Tiffany moaned as the vibrations of his speech fluttered across
her skin.

Trevor kissed his way to her neck and began to nibble up past her
chin until he reached her mouth. Once he arrived, he began to give her soft
kisses until her tongue joined him in the dance and the kiss became demanding.

Her mind was in a fog as his mouth mastered and manipulated hers.

They parted for a brief moment. The kiss stopped as he pulled her
gown over her head, revealing her naked body. The chill of the wall welcomed
her butt cheeks as Trevor held her hard-pressed against it with his hands on
the round flesh of her hips. She didn’t have time to ponder what would come
next as he dropped to his knees before her, then delved his tongue between her
thighs. His expert tongue parted her needy, slick, plump lips and circled her
clit.

Tiffany’s legs began to tremble, part and tilt toward the
feasting, small, firm pink member. She was being tortured into absolute
pleasure.

His tongue moved down further and entered her body, reaching and
flicking inside her heated center. He alternated between sliding his tongue
into her, then back out to circle the begging seat of her desire, causing her
hips to rotate and dip, meeting each adventurous stroke until her hands grasped
his head, and she found herself launched into quaking oblivion.

When she came down from her sexual high, Trevor was lifting her
up, and she could feel the cool, hardened texture of the wall against the
heated skin of her shoulders as she slid down it to find herself fully impaled
upon his thick, swollen, rigid shaft he had freed from his jeans.

The initial thrust that entered her tight, moist center stole her
breath. She could feel herself stretching and conforming to his welcomed
intrusion.

More than willing to ride the furies tempest, she wrapped her arms
and legs around him and clung to his body.

Trevor’s gyrating hips pushed his hardness deep inside of her,
while his heated breath teased her ear. “When I’m inside of you, Tiffany, does
this feel right?”

Before she could respond, he reached down between their bodies and
fondled the slippery, distended nub of her passion.

“Yesss,” she moaned as her body began to quake with release.

Tiffany disregarded the instant chill of the surface against the
small of her back, as Trevor pressed her body against the wall from shoulder to
hip. They were compressed, chest-to- chest as he drove powerfully inside of her
until he followed suit with his own fulfillment.

~ML~

“I want to wake up with you like this every morning,” Trevor
whispered softly against the shell of Tiffany’s ear. He had been awake for the
last hour, staring at her and wondering when he’d given his heart to Tiffany.

His feelings for Tiffany had begun to blossom into something that
made him think about permanency. About what life would be like with her by his
side.

His conscience urged him to tell her the truth, to be honest with
her. He brushed it off, kissed her on the crest of her shoulder and pulled her
body closer to his like two snug fitting spoons.

Feeling her snuggle her derriere toward his hips, he said, “Good
morning, sunshine.”

Tiffany looked over her shoulder and smiled. “Good morning.”

Amazingly, his body began to react to the wiggling closeness of
her hips and her smile.

Last night they had made love three times, and he still couldn’t
get enough of her.

“If you don’t be still, you’re going to start something I’ll be
enticed to finish,” he warned, rolling her onto her back.

Tiffany’s eyes rounded as she lifted up her hands in front of him
as a sign of surrender.

“I’ll behave. I will not be able to move from this bed anytime
soon as it is.”