And that was how she was going to rationalize getting through this night. Because otherwise she’d never make it. Not with Trevor.

“You okay so far?” he asked, kissing the side of her neck, making those damn goose bumps skitter across her skin again.

She wanted to think she was done with him, that she was satiated and she’d go through the motions to get him off. But she wasn’t. His c**k lay hard and heavy against her thigh, and all she could think about was getting him inside her, of coming again. And again.

Taking the risk, she met his gaze, losing herself in the green depths of his eyes. “More than okay. I need you inside me.”

“I’ll be right back.”

He was gone only a few seconds. She waited for clarity, for some kind of reasonable logic to enter her head.

She found none, only a ridiculous feeling of loss now that he was gone. She shook it off when he returned with a box of condoms and a silly, boyish look on his face.

“Not sure how many of these we’d need tonight.”

She leaned back and spread her legs. “Maybe the whole damn box. Let’s get started.”

Chapter Fifteen

TREVOR HAD NEVER BEEN WITH A WOMAN AS RESPONSIVE as Haven. Her taste, her scent, the way she moved and unraveled for him, was unlike anything he’d ever experienced.

The women he’d been with before were practiced. Almost too damn perfect. It wasn’t something he could put a finger on, but it was like they were trying to meet his expectations.

Where was the fun in that?

Haven reached for her own pleasure, and God, he couldn’t get enough of it—of her.

And now she’d opened the box of condoms and held one between her fingers as she scooted up on the bed and spread her legs. An invitation. She looked beautiful sitting there, expecting him, waiting for him. He wasn’t about to ignore her summons. He was hard, aching, his balls heavy with come.

He climbed onto the bed and took the packet from her hand. He applied the condom, acutely aware of the way she watched his every movement. He kneeled between her legs and slid his fingers into her hair, capturing her lips for a kiss. She grasped his arms and held him there, and when he slid his tongue in her mouth, she sucked.

His balls tightened, his c**k lurching toward her like some kind of goddamned divining rod. It knew where it was supposed to be. Her room was thick with the smell of sex—a sweet, musky perfume that made him eager to bury himself inside her and see if she was as sweet and as hot as he’d been imagining.

He moved back and grasped her ankles, then pulled her down the bed, cupping her ankles, sliding his hands over the softness of her flesh as he mapped his fingers over her legs.

And still, she watched him. He didn’t mind, loved looking at the darkening color of her eyes, seeing the deepening passion there. He swept his hand over her sex. She was wet, quivering, ready for him.

Yeah, he was ready, too.

He placed the tip of his c**k at the entrance to her pu**y, eased the first inch in, watching her as he lifted one of her legs and bent her knee to widen her for his entry.

Her breathing quickened as he pushed in. She was slick, her pu**y hot as he slid home.

“Yes, Trevor,” she whispered, then wrapped her legs around him and brought him all the way in.

He looked at her, the rapture on her face, and then stilled to experience the way she surrounded him. Tight, hot, squeezing his c**k and pulsing around him. He had to take a few seconds to breathe in and out, to center himself, because all he wanted to do was let go, to release everything he’d held inside for the past few hours.

But then she reached for his face, tracing her fingertips over the scar above his right eyebrow. It seemed so incongruous to the heat and sexuality that beat between them. He calmed, took a deep breath, and moved within her.

“Damn, Trevor, you’re big,” she said.

Not the first time he’d heard that. He held his torso off her with the palms of his hands and looked down at her. “Do you need me to stop?”

“No. Don’t stop. If you stop I swear to God I’ll kill you.”

He smiled at her. “Okay, then. You let me know what works for you.”

“No problem there. You f**king me is working for me right now. Just keep doing what you’re doing.”

Again, she gave commands, and he was happy to comply. “I like being inside you, Haven. I like it a lot.” He cupped her butt and lifted her hips, then drove in deeper. She gasped, and raked her nails along his forearms.

“Yeah, I like that, too. Do it again.”

He did, sliding in, then pulling out, only to ease back in, this time with a little more force. And when he did, he ground against her, making sure to give her clit plenty of attention.