Granted, based on the way he was laid out behind her, she was starting to think he was just too tired to drive home.
“What’s goin’ on in that pretty little head of yours?” he asked, his breath fanning the back of her neck.
“I was wondering if you were too tired.”
“Too tired for what?”
She smiled, although he couldn’t see her face. “To make love to me.”
His body stiffened behind her.
“I didn’t mean it like—”
He pressed his face to her neck, nibbled softly. “I’m never too tired for that, girl.”
She really did love when he called her that. It had something to do with the gruff rasp of his voice as he said it. And the hungry gleam he’d get in his eyes.
Ava covered his arm with her hand, where it rested over her stomach. “You sure?”
“Positive.”
“Because if—” Her words were cut off as she squealed, surprised when Trey launched himself up off the couch.
Nope, he’s definitely not too tired, she thought when she found herself draped over his shoulder, fumbling for something to hold on to as he carried her down the hall. She laughed, both stunned and thrilled by this turn of events. And when he dropped her onto the bed, she erupted into more giggles.
“I’ve never carried a lover like that before,” he admitted, crawling over her.
“Because you never had me before,” she told him.
“No,” he agreed. “Never did.” His eyes met hers. “Didn’t have the first clue what I was missin’.”
“You mean bein’ with a woman?”
Trey shook his head. “No. I mean bein’ withyou. I don’t want just any woman, Ava. That’ll never change.”
She could hear the sincerity in his tone, and she couldn’t deny it made her feel incredibly lucky. For the first week or so after this became their new norm. Ava had wondered if Trey would wake up one day and realize he wasn’t truly attracted to her or that he didn’t want to be intimate with her anymore. Her stomach had knotted with the fear those possibilities induced.
However, with each passing day, they’d been growing closer. Not only physically but emotionally as well. It wasn’t all about sex, even though she wouldn’t deny she was angling for as much as she could get. Seriously. Two smoking-hot guys at her disposal? What straight woman wouldn’t take advantage of that?
Ava cupped his jaw, sliding her fingers over his silky beard. He’d yet to shave it off, so it was filling in more. She wasn’t sure how he could stand it during a Texas summer, but it looked like he was keeping it for the duration. She liked the beard, if she was being honest. And she really liked the way it tickled the insides of her thighs when his mouth was down there.
She shivered from the memory.
“That usually means you’re havin’ a dirty thought, girl,” he growled softly, turning his head and planting a kiss on her palm.
“I was thinkin’ how I like the way your beard tickles me when you’ve got your tongue on my pussy.”
His eyes widened, his jaw falling open.
Ava knew she’d shocked him. She’d done it a few times to both of them. It had actually become the highlight of her day. She was trying to come up with more and more ways to do it because it was a surefire way to get one of them to give her an orgasm.
“You better strip off those little shorts then. ’Cause now I’m ready for dessert.”
Ava giggled when he tickled her, then hurried to strip off her shorts and panties. She didn’t stop there, getting rid of her shirt and bra, too.
“Your turn,” she teased, staring up at him as his heated gaze moved over her.
His eyes shifted to her face for a moment before he began taking his clothes off. She admired every glorious inch of him as it was revealed and was lost deep in thought when he gripped her ankles and pulled her to the edge of the bed.
