She searched his face, looking for any trace of doubt that would tell her this had all been a case of crazy attraction, and now it was over. While she definitely didn’t feel that way, she needed to know what was going on in that head of his.
“What’s wrong?” he asked softly, concern in his gold eyes. “Did I hurt you? Was that too hard on your back?”
She ignored his questions, still searching his eyes. They weren’t glowing as much now, but they were still clear and bright, with no doubts that she could see.
“Alina?” he prompted, pulling away. “What’s wrong?”
She tightened her legs around him, refusing to let him move. “Any regrets?”
Trevor gazed at her for a long moment. Then he leaned in close and rested his forehead against hers. “Never.”
That single whispered word made all the doubts and fears in the back of her head immediately disappear.
“I regret many things that have happened since I met you, Alina,” he said softly. “I regret putting you in a situation where you almost got shot when we were up in Baltimore. I regret not kissing you that first night we came back here after you taped up my ribs. I regret blaming you for Dick sending those guys after Seth and Cody. I regret leaving you to handle Sage on your own, instead of taking you with me when I spied on Thorn. Most of all, I regret not trusting you from the beginning and not listening to my instincts when they were shouting at me to stop thinking so damn much and go with my gut. But I can promise you, the one thing I don’t regret is telling you exactly how I feel and making love to you. Of all the decisions I’ve made since meeting you, making love to you is the one I’m sure I got right.”
Alina’s heart did a crazy little cartwheel. Damn, he could say some seriously sexy and romantic stuff. If she’d been wearing panties right then, they probably would have melted right off.
She moved her forehead against his, kissing him softly. “Good. I just had to make sure.”
He nodded, then, still holding on to her, turned toward the door of the shower.
“Hey, I didn’t mean we had to stop what we were doing,” she said, feeling crappy about ruining the mood, especially since she’d just had the best sex of her life.
He held her easily with one arm as he opened the shower door and stepped out with her still wrapped around him like a parasitic sex fiend. He snagged a towel off the hook on the wall and handed it to her.
“Who the hell said we were done?” he asked as he carried her into the bedroom. When he got there, he pulled back the blanket and sheet, then lifted a brow. “Now, are you going to unwrap your legs from around my waist, or should we go at it again like this?”
That’s when Alina realized Trevor was still buried deep inside and still hard as a rock. Okay, that was interesting. It also seemed to indicate she hadn’t ruined anything.
“You sure you’re not upset that I got a little serious there for a bit?” she asked, not making any move to unwrap her legs from around him. She knew she’d have to move at some point, if for no other reason than to swap out their latex protection. But for the moment, she was absolutely fine with where he was.
“I’m not upset,” he assured her. “We’re working without a playbook now. Sometimes, we might have to take a break and get a course correction to make sure we’re both heading in the same direction.”
She smiled. “Well, in that case…break’s over. How about we get back to that massage you were giving me before?”
One second, she was wrapped around his waist, and the next, she was bouncing on the bed after he’d tossed her there. Then he was flipping her over on her stomach and straddling the back of her thighs, his big hands already sliding up her butt to the muscles of her lower back.
“As long as you realize that this might start with a massage,” he rasped in her ear, “but that’s not where it’s going to end.”
Her lips curved. “I should hope not. After all, I do vaguely remember telling you that anytime you wanted to put your hands on my ass, you should feel free.”
He let out a sexy growl. “I remember. And before this night is done, I’m going to make sure there’s nothing vague about your memory of telling me that.”
* * *
“You sure we shouldn’t be checking in with Adam or Evan? Or Tanner, for that matter?” Alina asked Trevor as she ate another spoonful of mint chocolate chip ice cream from the bowl resting on his chest.
She was naked, curled up beside him, supremely content to eat her favorite flavor of ice cream while her satiated body trembled in near exhaustion from the hours of lovemaking they’d just done in this very bed. Well, on the floor and atop her dresser, too. But it had been in the bedroom at least, so it all counted.
“Not at this time of night,” he assured her, careful not to disturb her bowl of ice cream. She’d already made sure he understood how important mint chocolate chip ice cream was to her. “It may take days for them to find something we can use. We just have to be patient.”
Alina ate another spoonful of ice cream. “What should we do in the meantime?”
Trevor took the spoon out of her hand, then moved the bowl of ice cream off his chest, sitting up at the same time.
“I was still eating that,” she protested only to gasp as he let some of the melted green stuff dribble onto her breasts.
“Don’t worry.” Wicked glint in his eyes, he leaned forward and slowly and deliberately licked the ice cream with his warm tongue. “I’m not going to stop you. I just thought you might enjoy it more without the bowl.”
