place. But I’ll leave as soon as I’ve sorted something out.”
“Don’t go.” Trev reached out to take her hand in his, but she quite deliberately folded her arms behind her back.
“I can’t stay.”
“Yes, you can.” He took a step toward her.
She took a step backward. “No, I can’t.” She couldn’t live with him. It wasn’t that she had anything against people who were homosexual. Or bisexual.
It just wasn’t a lifestyle she chose to associate with.
Another step closer. “If you don’t leave, then you stay,” Trev pointed out logically. “It’s that easy.”
Ah, no wonder Trev was such a successful lawyer. He obviously had a way with words.
Not.
Another step backward, and she clasped her hands together, making sure they were nowhere near anywhere he could grasp. “I don’t want to live with you.”
“I want to live with you. I want to do a whole lot more than just live with you.” Another step closer.
“Just what the hell does that mean?” Hah. As if she didn’t know. She took a larger step backward—and hit the wall.
Trapped. With her hands behind her back!
And damn it, by the gleam in Trev’s eye, that was exactly how he wanted her.
He closed the distance between them in a heartbeat. Before Grace could draw breath again, Trev captured her lips with his.
She opened her mouth to blast him, and Trev took full advantage, slipping his tongue between her lips. Just like that, he began a serious assault on her senses.
No. She would not kiss him back. Ever. Would not respond in any way or form to his exquisite gentleness. Would not caress his tongue the way he caressed hers. Would not explore the secret delights of his mouth the way he explored hers.
She would not enjoy this moment in any manner. She’d keep so still, he’d have no choice but to withdraw, sensing her disinterest. Because now that she knew he was…whatever the hell he was, she was no longer interested.
Grace kept so still even her eyes refused to open after she blinked.
See? She could do this. She could fend off the gay man. Bi man. Fend off the man who’d made her orgasm with the very tongue that now seduced her mouth. The very man who’d orgasmed before her eyes—with a penis in his ass.
A penis. Just like the one that now pressed against her belly, growing firmer by the second.
Okay, so maybe she couldn’t suppress the moan that threatened to erupt from her throat. But that was a moan of defiance. Of anger. How dare Trev kiss her? And with the same mouth he’d used to kiss someone else, on the exact same night? Deplorable.
The moan must have disturbed Trev, because he pulled his face away—an inch.
“God,” he rasped. “You smell so good.” He buried his nose in her neck and inhaled.
Inhaled?
“I’m so used to Max. To his cologne.” He inhaled again. “You’re like a breath of air. A vanilla-scented delight.” As he spoke, his breath tickled her throat. “You make me want to lick you all over.”
She tensed her shoulders. “Go lick Max. Leave me alone.”
“I could lick you both.”
Grace jumped when the tip of his tongue touched the pulse that beat in her throat, just below her ear. And licked. A small lick, but a lick nevertheless.
No, damn it. She wasn’t enjoying it. Not one single bit of it. She wasn’t leaning her head a little over to the side to give him better access. She wished he’d get the hell out of her room. Go away and leave her alone. She wished—
He nipped her neck.
Oh, dear God. Yes, she wished. She wished with all her heart.
Her pussy filled with liquid heat.
Trev groaned, the sound echoing in her ear and vibrating over her skin. “Not just vanilla.” He dragged in a deep breath. “That scent. Something else. Something…richer. Sweeter.”
Push him away.
She couldn’t. Her hands were caught between her back and the wall.
Knee him in the nuts.
Brilliant idea!
She tried. God help her, she tried, but the second she bent her leg and lifted her
“Don’t go.” Trev reached out to take her hand in his, but she quite deliberately folded her arms behind her back.
“I can’t stay.”
“Yes, you can.” He took a step toward her.
She took a step backward. “No, I can’t.” She couldn’t live with him. It wasn’t that she had anything against people who were homosexual. Or bisexual.
It just wasn’t a lifestyle she chose to associate with.
Another step closer. “If you don’t leave, then you stay,” Trev pointed out logically. “It’s that easy.”
Ah, no wonder Trev was such a successful lawyer. He obviously had a way with words.
Not.
Another step backward, and she clasped her hands together, making sure they were nowhere near anywhere he could grasp. “I don’t want to live with you.”
“I want to live with you. I want to do a whole lot more than just live with you.” Another step closer.
“Just what the hell does that mean?” Hah. As if she didn’t know. She took a larger step backward—and hit the wall.
Trapped. With her hands behind her back!
And damn it, by the gleam in Trev’s eye, that was exactly how he wanted her.
He closed the distance between them in a heartbeat. Before Grace could draw breath again, Trev captured her lips with his.
She opened her mouth to blast him, and Trev took full advantage, slipping his tongue between her lips. Just like that, he began a serious assault on her senses.
No. She would not kiss him back. Ever. Would not respond in any way or form to his exquisite gentleness. Would not caress his tongue the way he caressed hers. Would not explore the secret delights of his mouth the way he explored hers.
She would not enjoy this moment in any manner. She’d keep so still, he’d have no choice but to withdraw, sensing her disinterest. Because now that she knew he was…whatever the hell he was, she was no longer interested.
Grace kept so still even her eyes refused to open after she blinked.
See? She could do this. She could fend off the gay man. Bi man. Fend off the man who’d made her orgasm with the very tongue that now seduced her mouth. The very man who’d orgasmed before her eyes—with a penis in his ass.
A penis. Just like the one that now pressed against her belly, growing firmer by the second.
Okay, so maybe she couldn’t suppress the moan that threatened to erupt from her throat. But that was a moan of defiance. Of anger. How dare Trev kiss her? And with the same mouth he’d used to kiss someone else, on the exact same night? Deplorable.
The moan must have disturbed Trev, because he pulled his face away—an inch.
“God,” he rasped. “You smell so good.” He buried his nose in her neck and inhaled.
Inhaled?
“I’m so used to Max. To his cologne.” He inhaled again. “You’re like a breath of air. A vanilla-scented delight.” As he spoke, his breath tickled her throat. “You make me want to lick you all over.”
She tensed her shoulders. “Go lick Max. Leave me alone.”
“I could lick you both.”
Grace jumped when the tip of his tongue touched the pulse that beat in her throat, just below her ear. And licked. A small lick, but a lick nevertheless.
No, damn it. She wasn’t enjoying it. Not one single bit of it. She wasn’t leaning her head a little over to the side to give him better access. She wished he’d get the hell out of her room. Go away and leave her alone. She wished—
He nipped her neck.
Oh, dear God. Yes, she wished. She wished with all her heart.
Her pussy filled with liquid heat.
Trev groaned, the sound echoing in her ear and vibrating over her skin. “Not just vanilla.” He dragged in a deep breath. “That scent. Something else. Something…richer. Sweeter.”
Push him away.
She couldn’t. Her hands were caught between her back and the wall.
Knee him in the nuts.
Brilliant idea!
She tried. God help her, she tried, but the second she bent her leg and lifted her
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