Honestly, I don’t focus much on the movie. My mind stays firmly planted on the man tucked against me. Every now and then he turns his head to sweetly kiss my forearm, sending a surge of emotion so strong through me that I’m afraid it’ll topple me over.
Finally, just giving up on the movie, I pay close attention to Trevor’s face. His eyes are such a gorgeous shade of blue, like the color of the springs. A small scar sits at the bottom of his chin, faded with age, but I can tell it was gnarly when he first got it. One single mole rests just below his right ear. My eyes driftover his face to memorize him, memorize this perfect moment. Even though I know he’ll never leave me again, just knowing his face like the back of my own hand feels like an astonishing accomplishment.
“You’re missing the movie,” Trevor points out, tone teasing.
“I’m not missing a thing.”
Trevor turns to look at me, eyes hooded, lips slightly parted. “Yeah?”
“Can I take you home, sweetheart?” I whisper against his ear.
He shivers, the vibration rolling through his entire body. “Beau, the answer to that question is always going to be yes.”
I laugh weakly against his neck. “If we leave now, we’ll have to answer questions.”
“My God, please leave now. You’re making us sick.” Joey throws a handful of popcorn at us. “I’ll drive Elijah home.”
I turn my questioning gaze to Elijah. “That okay?”
Elijah shrugs with a dreamy smile. “You two lovebirds get out of here. Joey will get me home safely or endure Colby’s wrath.”
Joey winces but laughs. “I’ll definitely get you home safely.”
That’s all the permission I need. Standing in one fluid motion, I pull Trevor up with me, guiding him away from the movie. Multiple people try to stop us, but I don’t allow it. I plow right through until we’re at the truck. And I can’t hold myself back any longer. I press him against the cold metal and take his mouth in a savage kiss. He opens for me, letting my tongue into his mouth to taste him.
His fingers bite into my shoulders, tugging me closer, as his lips move against mine.
I tear from his addictive mouth. “Sweetheart.”
He blinks up at me in the dark. “Yeah?”
“Can I have you?” I ask quietly, fingers curling in his hair.
Trevor nods, eyes firmly on me. That’s the only answer I need. I safely tuck him into the truck, even buckling him in,earning me a delighted smile from Trevor. I’ll have to do that more often just to bring that sort of smile out of him. The road is dark on the drive home, but the night wind is soft as it blows through the window. I mostly keep my eyes on the road, but I can’t stop from sneaking looks at him as we drive back home.
Pure happiness radiates from Trevor. The fact that I've made him that way, made him so happy, makes me want to scream with joy. If only I can make him happy for the rest of our lives.
The night is eerily similar to the last time we rushed into the house. When I made love to him. Because that is what happened last time. I was making love to him then, whether either of us could admit it or not. The air is humid, cicadas sing their lullabies, but everything between us is molasses slow. No urgency this time. Tonight isn’t for rushing.
Trevor leans against me as we make our way inside under the cloak of darkness. I flip just one light on when we walk in, keeping the house warm, just bright enough to find our way to the bedroom. We take our shoes off together at the front door. I tangle my fingers with Trevor’s and tug him towards the bedroom behind me.
At the foot of the bed, I kiss his sweet mouth. Tenderly, lovingly, I pour every ounce of what I feel for him into the kiss. His hair is soft between my fingers, like golden strands of pure silk. The night dips into a drowsy sensual haze as I gently shove Trevor onto the bed, then follow his body with my own. Sitting up halfway, I tug his shirt off, then kiss down his chest. His stomach caves in under the gentle glide of my lips on his skin, and he lets out a sigh full of so much want that my head spins.
His hands on my shoulders stop me at the waistband of his jeans. When I look up at him, his eyes are pleading, bright baby blues shine in the dark of the room.
“Take your shirt off too,” Trevor asks breathlessly.
Smirking, I roll to my knees. His gaze travels down my chest, appreciation lighting his gaze. Tossing the shirt to the ground, I run my hands down his sides, squeeze his hips, then tug him closer to me.
“That’s your one request for the night. The rest of tonight is gonna go how I want it to go. You understand?”
Trevor swallows loudly. “How do you want it to go?”
“Well,” I trail off and run my fingers along the golden skin of his stomach. “First, I’m going to suck you until you’re begging me to fuck you. Then I’ll fuck you, in as many positions as you can handle, eating at your mouth the entire time. Only when you can’t handle any more, when you’ve begged sweetly, will I allow you to come.”
“Jesus,” Trevor whispers, eyes dark and stormy. “What about you?”
“Don’t you worry about me, sweetheart. I can go all night as long as I’ve got you on the edge. Tonight is about you.”
