“Zoe,” he said, gently taking her hand from where it rested on his stomach and brought it down to press against his painful erection, “trust me when I tell you that there is nothing about your body that I don’t like.”
“You don’t like my body,” she said even as she ran her very talented little hand over his erection, pausing only long enough to give the head a squeeze that had him hissing in pleasure.
“No?” Trevor asked tightly. “Then, how do you explain this?” he asked, rolling his hips into her touch.
“Because you’re a pervert? I mean, look at the weird obsession you have with my ass,” Zoe grumbled, but thankfully sounded a lot more relaxed.
“That may be so, but you still have a body that I can’t seem to keep my hands off.”
With his arm wrapped around her, he pulled her up his body until he could kiss her. He felt her melt in his arms, so he took advantage by gently prying the blanket away from her. After a slight hesitation, she gave it up.
He placed his hand on her stomach. “There’s nothing about your body that I don’t like,” he whispered against her lips.
For a moment, she didn’t say anything as he pressed kisses along her jaw and throat. He slowly guided her onto her back as he gently caressed her stomach and pressed one last kiss against her lips before he pulled back.
She looked so damn embarrassed and defeated that he couldn’t stop himself from brushing his lips against hers one last time. “You’re beautiful, Zoe,” he said, realizing at that moment just how beautiful she really was. From her beautiful soft brown hair to her stubborn little chin, she was beautiful.
“No, I’m not,” Zoe said with a snort and an eye roll as she averted her eyes.
His eyes narrowed dangerously on her. “Are you calling me a liar?”
“More like delusional,” she said with a snort.
“How dare you question my taste, woman?” Trevor demanded. “If I say you’re beautiful, then you’re beautiful, so get the hell over it!” he snapped.
“Look, I appreciate the compliment, but-”
“Out,” he said, dropping onto his back and folding his arms over his chest as he stubbornly looked away from her.
“But-”
“I said out, woman!”
“This is my apartment,” Zoe pointed out, sounding close to laughing.
“Then, you know where the door is. Now get out, woman, and don’t you dare come back until you’re ready to apologize to me,” Trevor said, waving a dismissive hand in the direction of the door.
“Apologize to you? For what?” she asked, sitting up to kneel beside him.
“For what?” Trevor repeated, absolutely fucking stunned. “I call you beautiful and you dare to doubt my word? For that, you may get your beautiful ass out of my sight.”
“Uh-huh,” she said, drawing out the words. “Did you by any chance eat this morning?”
“That has nothing to do with it,” he said, sniffing in disdain.
“Oh, I think it does.”
“Does not.”
“Do you want me to go grab you some cereal or something?” Zoe offered.
“Not unless it comes with an apology and groveling.”
“Groveling?” she repeated slowly. “Since when is there groveling involved?”
“Since you doubted my word and only offered to make it up to me with cereal. How dare you add insult to injury?” Trevor snapped as he once again gestured for her to leave.
“Don’t you think you’re overreacting just a little bit here?” Zoe asked, and he could hear the smile in her voice. It pleased him that she was no longer upset, but he was still insulted.
