Love Me Now (15 page)

“Of course.”

“Does it work?” she asked. He smiled. “Never mind.”

She followed and sat down on the sofa beside him. They ate ice cream and talked about music. He liked big bands. They joked that he had been born at least eighty years too late. They talked about politics and history and ended up talking about books they'd read.

When the conversation wound down, Kenya shook her head, completely stumped. “So why are you doing this, Trey?”

“What do you mean? Doing what?” he asked.

“This, being so nice and normal,” she said.

“What did you expect exactly?”

Kenya shook her head. “Either you are the most talented actor in the world or you have terrible PR.”

“You're talking about all the things you've read and heard about me?” he asked. She nodded. “Business is business. I make no apologies. I'm just a man doing what he enjoys. There are rules that I operate by and never break.”

“What are your rules?”

“Let's not talk business,” he offered, knowing that he wasn't ready for her to show her hand and end this game they were playing. “You know about me, now tell me about you. Do you have brothers or sisters?”

“My mom and dad are away traveling. I have two sisters, both younger. One lives in New York. She's an actress and the other is an international affairs major in her last semester at George Washington University.”

“Impressive. My younger sister also went to GWU.”

“You have a sister?”

“Aha, something you didn't know about me. Amazing. I also have two half brothers, several cousins, not to mention a few very impressive friends in high places. Impressed?” he asked. She laughed. “So does that make me more human or just less of a monster?”

“I never called you a monster.”

“Just a thief and a swindler,” he said.

“Both well-founded.”

“You believe what you read, what you hear.”

“When it's from a reliable source, yeah, I do. I guess I needed to get to know the real Trey Evans, decide for myself.”

“And what do you think about him so far?” he asked. On impulse, she leaned over and kissed him sweetly. “I thought you wanted to chill on that, strictly business.”

She smiled and leaned back. “I think I changed my mind.”

He held his hand out to her. She grasped it and was pulled toward his body instantly. He kissed her, sealing his mouth to hers in one smooth action. She melted into his embrace, molding her body to his. To be wrapped securely in his arms was exactly what she wanted. She enfolded her arms around his neck and held him tightly. The kiss, hot and passionate, burned deep into her body.

Pressed hard, his body felt like coming home. Her thoughts whirled in dizzying directions. What was she doing? She'd just met this man and already here she was wrapping her body around his. She was losing herself as her body betrayed her. She wanted him as much as he wanted her.

There was a hunger. There was lust and there was an attraction that could no longer be denied. She burned for him and only he could fill her. She shifted her body closer to him and felt the hard readiness of his arousal. It excited her. He reached down and lifted her leg, encircling it around his thigh. She shifted her weight as he gripped her buttocks and raised her up. Face-to-face, she sat on his lap, straddling him as he relaxed beneath her.

Looking down into his eyes, she could see his need and desire for her. He wanted her, bad. She smiled. She had finally found the ultimate power over him. She leaned down and kissed him hard, then softened and leaned back. He leaned out to her, but she pressed him back against the sofa and then shook her head.

She slowly unbuttoned his shirt, then opened it wide. This was what she remembered all day. This was her first sight of him. Her fingers itched to touch him then. Now that she had him, she could do whatever she pleased. She ran her hands across his chest, feeling the smooth rich silkiness. She touched his nipples; he flinched. She smiled inwardly. Power was addictive: the more she had, the more she wanted, especially power over him.

He closed his eyes, obviously enjoying the feel of her teasing hands. She continued rubbing her hands across his chest, careful to only touch his nipples when she wanted his undivided attention. “Look at me,” she instructed. He opened his eyes instantly. Ice-green eyes tinted with golden sparks stared up at her. She smiled. She stuck her finger in her mouth then pressed it to his nipple. Trey sizzled then shuddered. He grabbed her, then instantly let go. “I think you like doing that,” he said.

“I do. Kiss me,” she ordered.

He kissed her hard, locked in a passion that nearly raged out of control. Her mouth, her neck, her chest…all at his disposal and he ravaged her like a starving man. He pulled at her sweater, pulling it up from her pants. He kissed and licked his way down her chest until he came to her lace bra. The sweet swell of her breasts seemed to send him over the edge.

His breathing quickened and she could feel his heart racing. He buried his face between each peak and thrust his tongue beneath the lace. He reached up to undo the front snap.

“Stop,” she whispered. He obeyed instantly, throwing his head back and closing his eyes. He licked his dry lips, and then looked at her, half smiling. Kenya returned his smile. They knew the game they played. She sat back on his thighs and ran her hand over her chest, slowly, seductively. She circled her lace-covered nipple and smiled wider, seeing the need in his eyes.

“Do you want to touch me?” she cooed. He nodded slowly. “Like this?” she said seductively, slowly circling her nipple with her finger. He nodded again. “Or like this?” she said, grabbing her sweet swell of flesh and squeezing tenderly. Trey's focus shifted to her hand. He licked his lips again and barely nodded.

“No.” She pouted. “Maybe not. I don't think you want me.”

He nodded breathlessly. “Yes, I do. I want you.”

“Really?” she said, toying with him.

He nodded, nodding his head like a bobblehead doll. “I want you, I want you,” he repeated.

“Nah, I'm not convinced.” She unsnapped the front clasp on her bra, freeing her breasts, but keeping the lace material in place. Trey's eyes fastened instantly. She teased him by revealing more of her breasts each time she breathed deeply. The sweet swell of her nearly exposed breasts stoked the raging fire. He reached up to touch her then stopped and looked into her smiling eyes.

She shifted her body, grinding against his increasing hardness. Doling out torturous pleasure was her intent and she succeeded well. “Oops, is that you down there?” She reached down and unfastened his belt, then slowly pulled it free from the loops.

She took his hands and wrapped the belt around them. He was bound. She tightened the belt then pulled it up, raising his hands up behind his head. He looked completely helpless, but she wasn't fooled. His tightened muscles showed too much strength and power to think that he was completely trapped. He merely allowed her to play, so play she did.

“You know,” she began as she unsnapped his pants as if it were the most normal thing in the world, “one of my favorite classes in college was drawing nudes.” She shifted again. Trey groaned earnestly. “Um, there's something about the body that fascinates me. Most designers don't like the drawing part, but not me. I like seeing and drawing hard bodies. Not too muscled, but just right.”

She scratched her nails over his tightened arms, feeling the curve of each sculpted muscle. “Mmm, I love seeing muscles work. Like the biceps and triceps. Did you know that they work together to control forearm movement?” She shifted her hands upward. “And the deltoid, thick and triangular, attaches here, to the scapula. And this is the trapezius.” She reached
her hands around his neck then leaned in and kissed his biceps, triceps, deltoids and trapezius.

Afterward she reached up and touched his face, and then slowly traced her fingers down his body, from his neck to his shoulders, his chest to his stomach, his navel to…lower. The tiny wispy hairs she remembered so well from before. They captured her attention now. She gently played with them, torturously dipping lower and lower and lower. She found the core of her hunger. The iron stiffness of his body moistened her. She held him secure, feeling his thickness. She smiled, assured of her victory.

“Kenya,” Trey groaned, his voice deep and husky with passion. Each breath he took was measured and desperate. She continued toying with his body while sending chills into her own. She reveled in her newly found power. She felt him tighten his control. “Kenya,” he repeated, even more strained.

“Yes,” she answered nicely.

“Yes,” he repeated automatically.

She placed one hand on his chest, and then boldly began to stoke him. Each tremor prompted her further. She could feel his heart pound. This was everything she wanted. She stroked and he gasped. She set a rhythm, pulsating to the beat of his heart. Then, without warning, like an iron vise, he grabbed her hands. “You have about five seconds to make your point,” Trey stated in no uncertain terms.

Kenya smiled, still reveling in her power over him. “Five,” she began, slowly moving her hips, grinding against him. “Four, three, two—” She never got to one. Trey grabbed her, removed her bra and reversed their positions. She straddled him again, although this time her legs encircled his hips. It happened instantly. In the blink of an eye she lay on her back, collapsed and reclined on the soft sofa pillows. He hovered
over her. The smooth lightning-speed action took her breath away. “No fair,” she protested in vain.

“Let's play my game now.” The ominous way he spoke sent a ripple down into her stomach. She shuddered. She had taunted and teased him without mercy. There was no telling what he had in mind for her. But before she had the chance to even consider the possibilities, his mouth fell to her breast. He suckled long and firm, drawing her into the fullness of his mouth. Her body betrayed her and she arched up, meeting his heavenly pull.

The wondrous feel of his mouth sent shivering tingles all through her body. How do you despise a man who makes your body scream in pleasure? How do you resist the tempting call of your primal need? At that moment he was everything she desired and everything she wanted and so much more.

He gathered her breasts together, licking each nipple as his head turned from side to side. She moaned as her body ached for him. He was fierce in his assault and she savored every second. He rose up and kissed her, letting his hands wreak havoc with the rest of her body. He touched her there, slipped low, between her legs, still fully covered.

She felt his hips move as his hardness pleaded to enter. She was breathless and near panting. That's when he kissed her neck and shoulders and breasts and stomach, and the blinding thought of more made her call out his name. “Trey.”

“Yeah, I agree, let's do this.”

He leaned back and stood in one fluid motion. Then he reached down to her and helped her to her feet. She rose to stand in front of him. He tipped her chin and kissed her slowly, passionately. She didn't remember anything else, certainly not how she got up the stairs. When the kiss ended they were standing in the doorway of his bedroom. He glanced over to the bed, then back at her.

“I'm not sure what this is, or how we got to this point, but I'm glad we did,” he said earnestly.

“I know, we just met this morning.”

“A lot has happened since then,” he said. She nodded, and then looked over to the bed. “If you want to wait, I'll understand.”

“Do you have any?” she asked.

“Yeah.”

She reached up and kissed him while pulling him into the bedroom. He guided her to the bed. She stood as he unzipped her pants and let them fall to the carpet. She stepped out and stood with heels and panties. Trey looked down the length of her, smiling. “You are a remarkable woman—beautiful, intelligent and incredibly sexy. You have no idea what you do to me.”

She touched him gently. “I think I have a pretty good idea.” She helped him remove the rest of his clothes. They stood there, him fully naked and her with panties and heels.

He sat down on the side of the bed and guided her to stand between his legs. He touched her breasts, the flat of her stomach and then down the backs of her legs and up over her buttocks. “You have no idea what your body does to me, or what I want to do to your body.”

“Tell me. No, better yet,” she corrected, “show me.” He turned her around to the side and admired the rounded apple of her bottom. He caressed her cheeks then kissed her hip gently. He turned her completely around and ran his hands up to her shoulders, then down to her knees. Her skin was like silk and all he wanted to do was touch her.

He pulled her back closer so that he could easily feel the front of her. His hands, reaching up, covered her breasts, squeezing gently, feeling the rounded soft flesh. She fit perfectly into his grasp. His hands drifted down, touched the elastic lace, then slowly peeled it from her body. He released her.

“Turn around,” he requested. She did. As soon as he saw
her completely naked his eyes sparkled. He took a deep breath and licked his lips, then nodded his approval. He was obviously awed by the gift.