My eyes flick to his. The heat between us could set off the fire alarm. The last thing I need is station 12’s finest rolling up in here right now. “Oh, yeah. What’s changed?”
“Nothing. I’ve been kidding myself, thinking I could fight this pull toward you. I’m certain what my ex did to me would be the equivalent of a paper cut compared to what I’d feel if you tore my heart out. I was only trying to protect myself. But it’s too late. You’re all I fucking think about.”
His words ignite a blaze within me. Launching myself at him, I grab ahold of his inky hair and tug as I crush my lips over his. As his hot, scotch-flavored tongue thrusts hungrily into my mouth, I tighten my arms around him just as his firm hands squeeze my ass. We can get away with this behavior at Pour Decisions, but this bar is way too conspicuous. Pulling back, I lay a hand on his chest. “I think we better-”
Trevor quickly reaches for his wallet, throwing a fistful of cash on the bar before grabbing my hand and pulling me into his side.
“I was going to say I think we better take a cold shower-”
“I’m happy to shower with you, sassy, but nothing that’s happening between us is going to be cold.”
“Wait a minute. Are you-?”
“I’m all in, Addy. God help me. I can’t fight this anymore. Just please be honest with me about everything. I can’t tolerate liars and cheats.”
As we enter the parking lot, he pulls me against his firm body and begins the kiss again, rocking his incredibly hard dick into my pelvis. I’m starting to lose grip on my senses here. If this keeps up, I’ll let him take me on the hood of his car.
“God. I want you,” I moan into his mouth.
Trevor’s hands return to my ass, but this time he stoops down to lift me up, so I’m straddling him, the short skirt I’m wearing spreading wide as he presses me against the side of his truck. The need to grind into him is driving me mad. The heat of my sex might burn a hole through the front of his pants at this rate.
His prior statement suddenly rings through the fog of my lust, and I decide to come clean. “Trevor?”
“Yeah?”
“I have to tell you something.”
“What is it, cupcake?” He drags his hot, wet tongue along the column of my throat, and I almost decide against telling him the truth.
“The other night, at the bar. That was a setup. Mitchell’s gay.”
Trevor abruptly raises his head and looks at me in shocked silence. Crap. Have I already blown this? Maybe I should’ve told him after we slept together.
I notice one dark, sexy brow lift in a sinister smirk.
What is that about?
Chapter19
Addy
We are practically sprinting as we make it to Trevor’s front door. I’m trying not to laugh. This firefighter is as hot for it as I am. The short trip to his apartment from the Cellar Bar felt like it took hours. I tried to cop a feel a few times, but I was surprised when he smacked the top of my hand to halt the action. It seemed odd. But when he’d pull my stinging hand to his mouth to lay gentle kisses on the tender surface, I chalked it up to wanting to drive without distraction. The way he was acting in the parking lot before we left, I wouldn’t have thought it would’ve bothered him.
As his front door flings open, he practically drags me down the hall.
“What? I don’t even get the tour?” I laugh.
“Oh, you’re going to get something, all right.”
Why is my heart rate speeding up with that remark?
We’ve barely crossed the threshold into his bedroom before he drops my hand, walking over to a plush king-size bed draped in a midnight blue comforter. The room is masculine but beautiful. The wood is all dark mahogany and clean lines. Everything is in its place. There isn’t even a stray sock or shoe lying about.
“Did the maid come today?”
“What?”
“Your place is spotless.”
