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  Ryan backed away, a smirk declaring his amusement. Trevor was tempted to flip him off, but that would only feed the man’s assumptions.

  He stepped between Danielle’s spread legs, desire crashing through his resistance. Spread out before him, defenses gone, trust given fully, she was everything he longed for.

  God, Danielle...

  Her skin was soft beneath his palms as he ran his hands down her spread legs, then up her abdomen. Her muscles contracted, breath hitching with her slight flinch. Every twitch and flutter was transferred to him through the connection that sprang to life every time he touched her. He couldn’t explain or define it exactly. It just was. The sense of knowing everything and nothing. Of speaking without words and understanding without thought.

  He leaned down to drag his tongue over her abdomen to her breasts. The salty taste lingered as he wet his lips and laid a trail of kisses across her chest and up her throat. She lifted her chin, breaths shortening. Her hands skimmed up his arms to find their home at the back of his neck. He rolled his head, a sense of belonging flowing through him.

  The others were forgotten. They no longer existed to him, even though they were no more than five feet away on either side. He simply didn’t care about anyone or anything except Danielle.

  He swept his lips over hers. They parted on a soft breath as he brushed back over them.

  “Trevor.” Her barely there whisper caressed his longing with all the dreams he couldn’t have.

  His jaw clenched, eyes closing, muscles tightening against the want that drove him to relent.

  Then her hand was moving down his back in a gentle stroke of comfort as she wrapped her legs around him. Her fingers ran through his hair in another soothing touch that melted too damn much within him. Her understanding was communicated without words as she drew him into her embrace.

  He held her close for one long moment of weakness and soaked up her strength. She knew. She understood. And she’d never questioned him.

  Not once in their long, convoluted history.

  Not after their first passionate kiss taken on a show of daring that’d led them down this traitorous path. The one that’d tumbled them both into the world of voyeurism, exhibitionism and sexual decadence.

  Their families would implode if their secret was ever exposed. But the risk was as addictive as the freedom it brought.

  The urge to have it all surged up to press on him. Her sexy, sophisticated scent, the warmth of her skin, the defined rub of her nipples, the heat of her crotch over his erection still trapped behind material, all tempted him.

  But the physical was all they could have.

  His kisses took on a desperate if gentle touch when he finally claimed her mouth. He swept his tongue in and stole the desire she was offering. Her fingers tightened in his hair, and he made a conscious effort to let his persecutions go. Danielle was his one constant that he refused to lose.

  He moved a hand beneath her, cupped her head and dove into her perfect kisses. She returned every swipe and play, sometimes gentle, sometimes hard and always, always in sync with him. Heat burned down his spine to cup his balls in an urgent demand to have all of her. It sprawled up his aching dick to throb with a need so powerful he almost came.

  He choked back a groan, damning his lack of control. But he had none around her.

  She shoved at his pants, using her feet in her insistence. She sucked in a breath when she yanked her mouth free of his. “Fuck me, Trev.”

  He was tugged back down for another consuming kiss before he could respond. He gave himself over and let her ravish him for the moment. Her fire was part of the package he couldn’t get enough of.

  He worked his pants the rest of the way down, his mouth never leaving hers. She pushed a hand beneath his underwear and grabbed his dick in a hard grasp. The pressure mixed with the warmth, only increasing his boiling need.

  “Christ,” he mumbled against her lips, eyes clenched tight with the effort to hold off his orgasm.

  Her smile played against his mouth. He didn’t need to open his eyes to know it was there. Her grip tightened before she slid it up and then down. He struggled with the power she was slowly stripping from him. She stroked him with a cunning desperation, using her toes to push his underwear down his thighs. Her touch was no different from any other woman’s, yet the impact shredded every wall he’d built.

  He mouthed his way down her chest to take a nipple into his mouth. He sucked it hard, the same insistence driving him. He buzzed with the rush of endorphins and adrenaline that kept him both on edge and floating.

  He lifted his head long enough to spot a condom and swipe it from the table. He cupped her other breast and took that nipple into his mouth, determined to drive her wild. Her tugs on his dick sped up, her grip tightening before she paused to swipe her thumb over the sensitive head.

  “Fuck,” he mumbled, his lips grazing her skin. He froze for a breath, both to savor her play and shove back another rush of need. She knew him too and had no problem wielding that knowledge.

  He bit her nipple, a rumbled chuckle breaking free when she moaned and arched into him. He shoved his other hand between her legs and found the heat waiting for him. Wetness coated his fingers, and he hungered to feel it around his dick.

  But first...

  He knocked her hand away from his erection, dropped down and ran his tongue through her pussy in one quick move. Salty perfection coated his tongue and mixed with the musky scent of arousal. His head spun with the rush before he dove back in to get another taste, to tease and adore and lock in every nuance that was uniquely Danielle.

  Her clit had swollen to a hard nub that he flicked and toyed with until his tongue ached. She squirmed on the table, her hips undulating in erratic jerks timed with her sharp cries and harsh gasps.

  He could give her this, damn it. He knew exactly what she liked. A persistent circular rub on her clit, the long, hard thrusts into her. A little tease around her anus. He could slip a finger into that hole without resistance, and she’d buck and beg for more.

  Her fingers dug into his hair in another silent demand. Even that simple show of strength raced to his groin to stoke the fire already too close to exploding. He grabbed her hand and held it to her thigh as he slowly stood.

  Her cheeks were flushed below the blindfold, her nipples a dusty rose still begging to be touched. He ran a finger through her pussy on a slow pass that dipped into her heat before trailing to her clit. She inhaled, chest expanding until he took his hand away. Her whimper curled her lips down in a pout she’d never intentionally use.

  The black strip of material over her eyes hid him from her—and her from him. The ploy of blindness was weak when sight wasn’t required to understand each other.

  He held his finger over her lips, hovering there as her nostrils flared. Her forehead wrinkled above the blindfold. She wet her lips with a small pass of her tongue. Her mouth parted, head holding still as she waited.

  God, she was...everything.

  Lust raged in his chest beside that other emotion hovering so close. He embraced the lust and traced his finger over her lips. They shifted under the pressure as he slowly spread her juices over them. He waited another beat, then slid his finger into her mouth. She sucked on the digit instantly, her lips closing to hold it in. Her long pulls and the little swirls of her tongue had him dying to feel that around his erection.

  He was so fucking hard.

  There was no way he’d last through a blowjob. Hell, he’d barely make it past her lips touching him. Another time, maybe. Tonight, he needed the connection he’d only ever found with her.

  He pulled his finger from her lips, regret hitching.

  His pants caught on his feet before he kicked them off along with his shorts. He’d removed his shoes and socks earlier in anticipation of right now. His dick hung
stiff and heavy before him, the head a deep blood-filled red.

  He stroked himself once, tempted to run the sensitive head through her wetness. He didn’t though. Not when it’d be so easy to slide right into her. And then he’d never be able to stop.

  The threat of diseases or babies wasn’t his biggest fear. No. Those reasons barely registered.

  The thin piece of latex was his last barrier against losing everything to her.

  Chapter Six

  The darkness amplified everything while narrowing it all down to Trevor. Every cell resonated on him. A simple touch of his fingers sent a shockwave of want and lust.

  Danielle curled her fingers in, her breaths coming in rapid beats that matched her pulse. The rip of the condom wrapper telegraphed the visual of him slicking it down his erection. The head would be a dark, enticing red over his hard length. Her tongue snaked out as she imagined trailing it up the pronounced veins on either side of his shaft.

  His dark, intense flavor bloomed to life in her imagination, making her mouth water. He always tasted so good.

  His arm grazed her inner thigh, sending a shot of anticipation to her pussy. She opened her legs wider. A soft whimper rumbled in her throat as her lips parted. The ache to be filled had become a persistent demand that shoved away everything else.

  She reached out to find the firm lines of his chest. The hard peaks of his nipples teased her palms with his desire.

  Her breath hitched, time stalling when he dragged the head of his dick through her pussy. Oh. My. God. She squeezed her eyes closed behind the blindfold, the line of lust jarring her heart.

  Trevor. She bit her lip to keep her plea to herself. It’d reveal too much and show more than she could expose when so much was at stake.

  She grabbed his arms, hips rocking up in both an offering and a request. Desire, want, need, longing and so much more clamored at her chest, demanding to be voiced. She shook her head in stubborn refusal. She wouldn’t beg, not even for this. Not with him. Not when it threatened to open a floodgate she couldn’t control.

  He slid into her on a long, slow descent that shattered her will and teased her with everything she couldn’t have. He gripped her hips, and her walls contracted around him, stomach clenching. She struggled for air when she forgot to breathe. The persistent pounding of her heart resounded in her ears and intensified the buzzing hum of rightness as he filled her.

  “Yes,” she mumbled, back arching with the relief. Finally.

  The hungry note of agreement in his low, rumbled grunt rippled up her chest to tweak her nipples even tighter. How did a sound do that? God, she didn’t care how. She just wanted more.

  She dragged her nails over his shoulders in a small retaliation. Her hips rocked as she squirmed for the more she needed when he refused to move.

  Her desperate plea sat on her tongue, but she clamped her mouth closed. No way. She shook her head, frustration boiling into anger. Why did he torment her so much?

  “Shhh.” His soft hushing sound quieted her almost instantly. The tenderness came too close to wrecking her when it couldn’t.

  He eased a palm up her abdomen, leaning down. His dick shifted within her to taunt her with the movement he was withholding. A small whimper snuck out as her need grew. The need to come. The need for more. The need for what she’d never have—with him.

  “I’ve got you,” he whispered near her ear. A kiss landed on her cheek, a soft promise.

  Oh, God. Tears prickled behind her eyes when they’d served no purpose.

  Damn him for being gentle. Damn him for dangling a dream before her that she’d never obtain.

  She snapped her head around and nipped at his neck, hard. “Move,” she demanded, hips bucking beneath him. She dug her nails into his back and embraced the spark of defiance that kept her from crumbling. “Now.”

  The rough grate of her voice hid the hurt that threatened to ruin the moment. And that couldn’t happen. Not when the moment was all she had.

  His chuckle rumbled against her neck. He pressed a kiss to her jaw that was so soft she almost missed it. But it scraped over her heart in another reminder of what she’d given up on.

  Then he reared up, grabbed her hips and thrust. The first hard jam rammed her with a startled gasp. Her head rolled back as the pleasure raced outward to drag her under. Trevor wasn’t gentle now. Each drive was done with a purpose that had her squirming with the escalating pressure. Her orgasm culminated in her core, winding and twisting into a dire ache begging to be eased.

  “Trevor,” she mumbled, unable and unwilling to care how it sounded. Her skin was on fire. The heat coursed through her in a stream of consuming passion.

  Lori’s rumbling exclamation danced past her awareness, along with Drake’s growled roar. The reminder of others grounded her while urging her to let go.

  Trevor slowed to long, deep thrusts that dragged his dick over her sensitive walls in another torturous tease. Her curse was mouthed when she really wanted to scream it. She wrapped her legs around him and tried to urge him to go faster. He didn’t. Not even a little.

  Need boiled within her. The knot coiled tighter beneath her clit, pulsing with the energy he’d fueled.

  She reached down and found her clit. The first touch nearly sent her over. It was so good. She started rubbing, desperate to get off.

  Trevor stopped moving. She didn’t.

  Her chest expanded with her sharp breaths. She could feel him watching her. His gaze burned over her awareness to spiral into vivid images. His heated expression. Drawn brows. Heavy eyelids. The curl of his lip that came close to a snarl.

  He was so hers. All hers. If only...

  Her breath hitched. Her finger moved faster. There. Right there.

  Her blindfold was shoved up and tossed away in the next moment.

  She froze, blinked.

  Trevor loomed above her, the reality hotter and more intense than anything she’d conjured in her mind.

  His gaze never left hers as he nudged her hand away from her clit. She didn’t fight him or deny him. She was too lost in the desire and want blazing in his eyes. The room might be filled with shadows, but she saw everything.

  And she wanted all of it.

  If only...

  Chapter Seven

  Fuck. The silent curse was both a plea and a damnation. Trevor stared down at the beauty displayed beneath him. Danielle should be with someone who could openly cherish every passionate, kind, strong, independent piece of her.

  She was better off without him, yet he couldn’t let her go. Not completely.

  Blood roared in his ears. His pulse demanded he finish the hard race to his climax. His heart ached for so much more than that.

  Want prickled over his skin to eat away at a core belief that he refused to reject. Danielle would never suffer because of him. Never.

  He refused to give his father even the smallest opportunity.

  Yet everything was exposed in her dark eyes. The longing sat beside the understanding and swirled with the sorrow. And beneath it was the one thing he could never acknowledge, let alone accept from her.

  He started a slow, persistent rub with his thumb over the hard nub she’d been stimulating just moments ago. Her cry held the desire simmering so close to breaking. He wanted to hold back. Wanted to draw this out even longer, but he was powerless to her—in so many ways.

  The driving need to let go crawled up his spine before it raced back down to tug on his balls. His grip tightened on her hip, desperation clawing at his restraint.

  Her lips parted, hips bucking. A low gasp choked out before it was cut off by a fierce wince. He doubled down on his determination, grit his teeth and held out until she reached for his wrist. Her heels dug into his ass, her glare seething.

  Passion and defiance blazed fro
m her. This was his Danielle. Fire and grit and defiant with conviction. He longed to take it all—everything.

  His heart contracted, pain digging deep to cut beneath his walls. Fuck! Fuck. “Fuck.” The shallow admission of defeat filtered out before he surrendered.

  He powered into her on a strangled groan that tore from his chest and scraped over his throat. The world tunneled down to the hot clench of her around his dick, the rapture quickly filling him.

  She was the only woman who ever drove him this wild, this crazy. This mad.

  He had to get closer. Had to have more.

  Every plunge into her echoed with absence. It’d never be enough when there was so much more to have.

  He hauled her up, his hips never stopping their carnal thrusts into her. Instincts overrode self-preservation, or maybe they were actually trying to save him. His breaths heaved with the lack of air filling his lungs. His head spun, balls pinging with the need to release.

  She fit against him like his second half when he wrapped his arms around her. Her pelvis tilted, and he leaned forward to take advantage of the new angle. Her cry tickled his ear and urged him to keep going. To never stop.

  Her fingers raked through his hair, the strands tugging on his scalp in little bites of pain that only drove him harder. He was a wild, uncontrolled ball of sensation. Mindless with lust and dreams too fragile to notice.

  “Trevor.” The soft notes of urgency tempered what was so close to being exposed.

  No. He shook his head and worked his hips faster, harder. Each smack vibrated through his groin and his dick.

  His face was buried in her neck, where it was safe from scrutiny. There, held within her embrace, freed from expectations and demands, he could let go. He could dream for one brief moment.

  She shuddered, stilled, muscles tensing for a breath before her orgasm broke. She clung to him, squirming in his hold on a wave of uncontrolled response. Her walls clenched down on him as her release rippled through her and into him.

  He held her tighter and pounded into her in rapid succession and finally, briefly, let go. His world shattered on a crazed burst of everything and nothing. This was all he needed. Her. Them. Sheltered from the world and blind to the impossible.