I should have been ashamed. My uncle was in the hospital, and here I was flirting with Trevor like some hussy. But my emotions felt like they’d been caught in a blender, swinging from fear to elation when I discovered that my uncle would be okay. And having Trevor right there by my side the whole time had done something to me.

It was a dangerous fantasy, to imagine that Trevor really cared about me. We were having fun. That was all. I wasn’t even ready for something serious after dealing with Brian’s bullshit. But I couldn’t deny how nice and how arousing it was to have a man take care of things the way Trevor had today. As soon as he’d seen what we needed, he’d taken charge and just done what needed to be done.

A take-charge man was a sexy thing.

Now I wanted to show him just how hot he’d made me.

“Okay, we’re upstairs. What should I do now?” I giggled when Trevor almost tripped trying to get his jeans off.

I sat primly on the edge of the couch, watching as he struggled to remove his clothes. When I grabbed the bottom of my shirt, Trevor stopped me with one hand.

“No, let me. I don’t want to miss the good stuff.”

He focused on the swells of my breasts through my shirt, his hands kneading and shaping. When he tugged, I raised my arms so he could pull the shirt over my head. At his motion, I stood, and allowed him to peel my jeans down my legs. Soon, I stood before him in my bra and panties, shivering under his hot gaze. The way he looked at me made me feel like the sexiest creature on the planet. It was hard to admit, but Brian’s betrayal had really shaken my confidence.

Now I had the incredibly hot Trevor Hamilton kneeling at my feet and looking like he was ready to worship me with his tongue. It would be hard for any girl not to get a little buzz from that.

“You are so beautiful, Natalie. I should be taking care of you right now, and yet, you have me thinking about fucking you against the wall.”

I shivered at his dirty words. “You are taking care of me. This is what I need.”

He regarded me for a long moment before he nodded. “This is what I need, too.”

There was something grave about the way he said it, like the words had more meaning than what was on the surface. He unhooked my bra and helped me step out of my panties, his fingers trailing over my skin like I was the most delicate treasure. But before I could examine that too closely, Trevor picked me up and slung me over his shoulder. I squealed in outrage, but secretly was thrilled at the barbaric display.

When he put me down gently on his bed, I spread out my arms, getting comfortable. Our first time hadn’t been anywhere near a bed. I flushed and giggled at the thought

“What are you laughing at, beautiful?”

“This is the first time we’ll be in a proper bed.”

Trevor tilted his head to the side as he thought about it, a gesture I found endearing. Then he shrugged.

“So it is. But it won’t be the last. Get used to being in my bed.” His mouth covered mine and his tongue pushed past the barrier of my lips.

I could only hold on, digging my fingers into his shoulders as I surrendered to his kiss. He tasted of sweets and coffee, a combination that would always make me think of Trevor. His hand snuck underneath and grasped the curve of my bottom. I gasped into his mouth at the contact, the sudden grip on my flesh forcing my hips to tilt. The new angle allowed him to settle right against my core, making me cry out in delight.

Trevor’s dark chuckle only made me wetter. He was so arrogant, but in the bedroom, that wasn’t a bad thing. He was arrogant in this case because he knew he had the goods to deliver exactly what I needed. I shivered as he ground his cock against my wet core. I had never been the type to beg, but I knew what he could do with it. And I needed it.

I pushed on his shoulders until he rolled onto his back. A naked Trevor spread out for me to enjoy was an enticing sight. I took the opportunity to run my hands all over his sculpted chest and shredded abs. The man was too beautiful for words. His cock stood up proudly, and I licked my lips when a bead of moisture appeared at the tip.

Trevor groaned. “Fuck, you’re such a little tease.”

I scooted down on the bed until his cock was right in front of my face, and he could feel the warmth of my breath. He inhaled sharply when I took him all the way to the back of my throat.

“Oh, shit. Natalie, that feels so good.”

I moaned around his length, knowing the vibrations would drive him crazy. His jaw clenched, and he let out a strangled grunt. Maybe he was right and I was a tease, because it was incredibly satisfying to watch Trevor unravel as I tormented him with my mouth. He pulsed, thick and needy, on my tongue, and I sucked hard.

“Fuck, yes.” Trevor’s hand snaked into my hair, and I moaned at the bite of pain. His eyes held mine, and I found myself unable to look away.

It was the most intense connection I’d ever experienced, to allow Trevor to fuck my mouth as he watched the whole thing. I knew it had to be a sexy sight because I felt it, too. He couldn’t take his eyes off my mouth, seemingly riveted by the sight of his thick cock forcing its way between my lips.

“Jesus, you are going to kill me.” He pulled out reluctantly and I whimpered, not ready to lose that thick, powerful stalk just yet.

But he wasn’t done with me, not by a long shot. I moaned helplessly as he didn’t release his hold on my hair. I felt completely at his mercy as he turned me around and pushed my head down to the mattress.

“Trevor, please.” My pleading only made him chuckle as he got in position behind me. The way he held me down only increased the anticipation since I couldn’t see what he was doing; I could only feel.

The first thrust went so deep I cried out in shock. Pleasure bloomed and coiled in my belly as he thrust again, his strong hand still holding me down to take his thrusts. To take whatever he had to give.

I wailed as my orgasm crashed through me, my helpless position only fueling it. Trevor moaned as my muscles tightened around him, riding out my orgasm and stroking deeper to prolong it.

When I collapsed, exhausted, he gave me a few seconds to catch my breath, and then pulled out. When I saw that he was still hard, my eyes flew up to his.

“You didn’t–“

He shook his head. “No. I’m not anywhere near done with you.”

I thrilled at the sight of Natalie, naked and satisfied in my bed. But something wouldn’t let me end this. I needed more than for her to just be satisfied. Something dark inside wanted to hear her scream my name. I needed to take her hard and make sure that I gave her more than any other man ever had.

Why I needed that, well, I wasn’t quite ready to examine that yet.

Natalie watched me with glittering eyes as I reached over to the night table and pulled out a strip of condoms. Her breathing got faster as her eyes went down to where I rolled one over my swollen cock. I came down on top of her, using one arm to hold myself up while the other plumped and played with one tempting breast. Her soft moans urged me to taste one sweet cherry nipple, my tongue snaking out to lick it.

Her mouth fell open when she felt my cock slide through her wetness. It felt so damn good that I did it again, using my hard shaft to bump her clit. We moaned together this time, and I lost the tether on my control.

Natalie surged upward at my first deep thrust.

“Trevor! Oh my God.” Her nails dug into my forearms as she came again, her internal muscles going crazy around me.

I grunted through the pain, but it only enhanced the visceral pleasure of watching her come. Her orgasm only enflamed me, and I pulled back and slammed home again. Natalie held on as I thrust again and again, keeping pace with me and squeezing me until I thought I’d die from the sheer, white-hot pleasure.

Then she clamped down on me again and I came violently, the convulsive release taking everything I had. All the emotion, all the pain, all the rage came with it, and I felt like I was pouring out my soul. Unable to help myself, I collapsed on top of her, my head pillowed on her full breast.

Once I finally recovered enough to move, I turned my head slowly. Natalie smiled down at me lazily.

“Hi,” she said sweetly.

It was such a simple thing, but I knew then that I never wanted to let this woman go.

“Hi,” I answered back, happier than I’d been in ages.

Afraid that she’d be able to see how sappy and completely, ridiculously satisfied I was if I looked at her too long, I pulled out of her gently. I needed a shower. Maybe in the time it took to clean my body, I could get my emotions under control.

No woman should have this kind of power over a man’s heart. I’d already learned what happened when you let your guard down and allowed yourself to love someone. They had the power to hurt you. Courtney had shared two years of my life and then walked away like it was nothing.

Already, what I felt for Natalie eclipsed every emotion I’d ever had before. It was so big, this sense of rightness that I felt around her, and it scared the hell out of me. If I felt this much for Natalie already, what would happen when she eventually moved on?

Somehow, I didn’t think I’d recover a second time.

“I’m going to take a shower.” I kissed her forehead, avoiding her searching gaze.

It made me feel like a bit of an asshole that I was leaving her right after sex, but that was how it was supposed to go, right? Casual sex wasn’t supposed to be about cuddling and feelings. So I had to cut off the desires that made me want to crawl back into bed and rest my head on her soft breast again. Maybe a cold shower would shock me back to my senses.

Ten minutes later, I looked down at my hard cock and cursed. The cold water hadn’t helped at all, and I was still fighting the urge to go back into the room and climb on top of Natalie again.

She’s right there, naked and ready, my mind taunted me. Go and make her yours.

I was about to turn the water off when slim arms encircled me from behind. Natalie’s breasts pressed against my back, and all the rest of my blood shot to his cock.

“Do you mind if I join you?” She reached around me and turned the water temperature back up.

She didn’t comment on why I was taking a cold shower after sex, but just glanced down at my erection. Her eyebrow quirked and she grinned.

“You could have let me take care of this, you know. I don’t mind.”

Before I could blink, she was on her knees and had that hard, aching part of me between her lips. I gave up on gaining any control over the situation, and allowed my head to fall back against the tile.

If I was going down, I might as well enjoy the ride.