She rested her hands on his shoulders as he began to thrust, her fingers grazing over all that warm skin. A distracted part of her mind noted some scratches marring the perfection of his leftshoulder. Looking down, she casually realized that this must have been where the ghoul had gotten Trevor with its claws. But it didn’t look bad at all, nothing more than a half dozen well-healed scratch marks. She was sure they would have been worse, especially considering all the blood she’d seen soaking through his shirt. But she supposed Trevor had been right. They truly had been nothing but some scratches.
Jenna stopped worrying about anything as inconsequential as scratches, focusing on the fact that Trevor was thrusting harder now. And she was already seeing stars. She lowered her legs down to the edge of the dresser top again, lifting her butt up some so she could push back, meeting him halfway.
It was Trevor who broke the kiss this time, his head falling back as he groaned low and long, damn near growling as he picked up the intensity of his movements, his thrusts making her dresser bounce back against the wall behind it. The pounding made her melt and spasm at the same time. She couldn’t remember ever having sex feel so good. She wasn’t sure if it was the position responsible for all these overwhelming sensations or Trevor himself. Either way, she would never be able to look at this dresser the same way again.
In fact, she might need to mount a plaque over it and declare it a national treasure.
Trevor slid his hand out of her hair so he couldget a firm grip on her bottom, thrusting even harder. Not needing to steady herself as much now that he had both his hands on her, Jenna slipped one of her hands down between her thighs, fingers twirling little circles right over her clit.
Her second orgasm came on as fast and violent as the first, except this time, Trevor was right there with her, his hoarse groans rumbling up through his chest as she felt his whole body tense. His head came up, his eyes locking with hers, and she swore they gleamed yellow gold again, even though there should have been no way from the overhead light to reflect off them at this angle.
But she forgot about that conundrum as her orgasm continued to spiral higher and higher until the pleasure was almost more than she could bear, and her vision started going dim. Then Trevor slammed deep inside her one last time, holding himself there as heat suffused her core. Even though she knew he was wearing a condom, it still felt amazing, adding to the pleasure she was feeling.
If Jenna had been limp before, she was an overcooked pasta noodle now. If Trevor hadn’t been holding on to her so tightly, she likely would have slid right onto the floor. Instead, he picked her up and carried her to the bed, setting her down gently before sliding out to head to the bathroom. Jenna missed the sensation of him inside her immediately and almost got up to follow.
He was back moments later, moving toward the bed with a grace and strength that could only be described as predatory. But it was as he was stopping by the dresser to pick up another condom packet that Jenna realized he was still hard and hungry looking.
“Now,” he said softly as he tore open the foil package. “What was that you mentioned earlier about sex up against the wall?”
Jenna should have been too exhausted to even move, but as Trevor walked toward her, she had to admit, if wall sex was half as good as dresser sex, she might just pass out.
Jenna was beyond exhausted by the time they fell into bed…three hours later. They’d showered off a little while ago, which probably would have meant more sleep for them both if Trevor hadn’t taken her against the wall of the bathroom only seconds after they’d stepped out of the water. To say the sex had been good was an understatement. Kind of like suggesting that pizza was better the second day out of the fridge than straight from the oven.
Well…duh.
Snuggling up with her pillow, Jenna let out a happy sigh as Trevor turned out the lights. The glow of the city coming through the windows still lit up the room well enough for her to see him cross theroom and slip under the covers with her. His arm immediately came up to wrap around her waist, tugging her close. Even as tired as she was, having him against her like that was enough to quicken her pulse again. Not enough to make her want to do anything about it, because…seriously…she was done for the day. But it was still amazing the way her body responded to his touch.
“Hope I didn’t tire you out too much,” Trevor murmured, his breath deliciously warm against her neck as he kissed her there. “That meeting at Davina’s club is pretty early tomorrow, so if you want to skip it, that’s not a problem. I can fill you in on everything when I get back.”
Jenna groaned at the thought of crawling out of bed early in the morning. But there was no way she wanted to miss this conversation with Davina. “Well, you definitely tired me out, but in the best way possible. So let me sleep an extra ten minutes in the morning and we’ll call it even.”
“Deal.”
Kissing her neck again, he snuggled her even closer, the arm he had around her waist hugging her against him. It felt so good being in his arms like this, and for the life of her, she couldn’t imagine how this thing between them could get any better.
Sliding her right hand up, she weaved her fingers through Trevor’s, clutching his arm to her body even more tightly, never wanting to let it go. Tippingher head down, she kissed his knuckles, once again wondering how the hell she’d gotten so lucky.
Just as her eyes were getting heavy with sleep, something caught her gaze and she looked over at the arm Trevor had shoved under her pillow. Part of his arm was sticking out from underneath it, including most of the section covered with gauze. The bandage had moved at some point, though whether it was during one of their many rounds of sex, during the shower, or from sliding it under her pillow, she had no idea. All she knew for sure was that it had almost come completely undone, revealing a good portion of his forearm, including two of the gashes from the ghoul’s attack.
Half asleep as she was, her head couldn’t comprehend what she was seeing. Instead of the heavily stitched slashes she’d been expecting, all she saw were two thin lines of scarring, both well-healed and nearly impossible to make out in the dim light coming from the window. In fact, they weren’t much worse than the scratches she’d seen on his shoulder. Part of her wanted to lift her head and get a closer look, maybe even turn his arm toward the light a bit. Anything to get a better look. Anything to help her understand how any of this was possible.
But before she could move, her heavy eyes drifted closed, and sleep started to shut her logic functions down for the night. The mystery would have to wait until tomorrow.
CHAPTER 14
As Trevor walked into Davina’s club, he noticed that the entryway looked completely different now that the strobing neon cats weren’t illuminated like they had been during his previous visits. Moving farther inside, he realized that the place sounded almost completely empty. That wasn’t shocking, he guessed. It was barely past eight o’clock in the morning. Even the bars in LA had to shut down at some point.
It felt a little weird walking through the club now that it was brightly lit with industrial fluorescent bulbs instead of the usual neon. But even more than that was how empty it was. Sure, he could smell and hear a couple people moving about the place, but still, it felt almost lifeless compared to the energy that filled the place last night. It made him wonder if there was some kind of supernatural element to that. Davina was a witch. Maybe she used magic to make her club morealivewhen necessary.
When he stepped out of the long entryway corridor, he immediately caught sight of Hale and Mike standing over by the main bar, chatting with a blue-haired woman who looked like a younger version of Davina and the bartender they’d seen thefirst time they’d come here—the one who smelled so unusual. Trevor looked around for Connor but didn’t see him. He didn’t smell him, either, so that meant he probably wasn’t here.
“Connor was in the mood for doughnuts this morning,” Mike said as Trevor approached them, having apparently seen him glancing around. “He knows a place on West Manchester Boulevard that he said is amazing, so he went to pick some up for us.”
Trevor grunted but didn’t say anything. There was a better chance Connor had gone on the food run simply to put off talking to him for as long as possible. Trevor had to admit that he wasn’t looking forward to it, either.
“Speaking of people being late,” Hale said. “Where’s Jenna? I thought she’d be here for this for sure.”
“She got called into the studio on some kind of special effects crisis, if you can believe it,” Trevor said.
