I sat on the couch next to Trevor, wondering if I was making a mistake. I’d been doing so well avoiding him, but when I’d heard the unmistakable sounds of a Segal movie, I hadn’t been able to stay away.

Damn him and his wonderfully horrible taste in movies.

“I’ve missed you,” Trevor said, without looking at me.

His eyes stayed glued to the television where Segal was currently fighting several bad guys with nothing more than a lead pipe and a shoe. He spoke so softly that I wondered if he’d really meant for me to hear that. But his words didn’t even make sense. I wasn’t the one who’d messed everything up and then walked away. All I’d done was try to salvage the remains of my heart and pride.

“You haven’t had time to miss me yet. I’m still here.”

He turned then. “No, you’re not here where it counts. And I really don’t want you to leave. I saw you looking at that apartment-finder site. Please don’t move out. I just got used to having a roommate.”

I sighed. It didn’t make sense that he was trying to guilt trip me. He was the one who’d brought some girl home knowing I’d be there. Maybe he should ask Jenny to move in so he could have his harem on site.

“Trevor, what did you think was going to happen? That I would just go to my room and ignore it when you bring your skanks home? No, thank you.”

“No, that’s not what I expected to happen. I had no idea she was coming over because I didn’t invite her. There’s nothing going on with Jenny. She’s just a girl who asked me to tutor her.”

“She was wearing a pretty obvious push-up bra for a tutoring session.”

“I wouldn’t know because I’ve never gotten near her bra. You have to believe me.”

I wanted to believe him, but I was done being played for a fool. If it looked shady, it probably was. I wasn’t going to be taken off-guard by a man’s infidelity again.

“Then your aunt came by and reminded me that I’m pursuing international opportunities after I graduate. I didn’t think it was fair to you to start a relationship knowing that I plan to leave.”

Wait, what?

My aunt had come here and talked Trevor out of dating me? I didn’t know what to think of that. Aunt Patty had never been the type to be overly pushy or interfere in my life before. But the more I thought about it, it kind of made sense. My aunt knew I’d just gotten out of a bad relationship with a guy who didn’t plan on sticking around. Maybe she thought she was protecting me.

But I didn’t need anyone else making decisions for me. That was the main thing I’d learned over the past year. I wanted to be in control of my own life. And I wasn’t going to let anyone else dictate what I did or didn’t do.

“Okay, I didn’t know that Aunt Patty did that. She shouldn’t have told you that. I was hurt before, so she’s overprotective, but I can make my own decisions. And I wanted to be with you. And you just left like that didn’t matter at all.”

No longer watching the movie, Trevor took my hand and brought it to his mouth. The soft kiss in my palm made me smile.

“I only stayed away because I thought it was better than having to leave later. But if I’m a wreck after just a few days, there’s no way I can handle leaving you later. I need you, Natalie.”

Happiness bloomed and I thought I’d burst from the sudden emotion. “So that’s the solution. You can just never leave me.”

Trevor smiled against my hand. “I guess so. You’ve bewitched me with your great taste in movies.”

“This might even be a good thing, you know?” When Trevor looked at me curiously, I stood and then settled myself on his lap, straddling him.

“I’ve always wanted to travel, too. It would be kind of cool to have a boyfriend who lived in Europe so I could come visit.”

“Do you really think that could work?” Trevor watched me with serious eyes.

“You’ve never heard of long distance relationships? Hello, you’re a tech guy. Surely you’ve discovered the benefits of video chatting by now. Besides, it’s not like you’d be gone forever.”

Trevor grabbed me suddenly and I laughed in delight as he buried his face in my chest. “I really thought I was doing the right thing. But screw that. I need you with me, Natalie. Whatever happens, we’ll find a way to make it work. Because I love you too much to let you go.”

I blinked back tears. “I love you too much to let you get away. Now let’s see if you can make it up to me.”

Jesus, I had missed him.

All I wanted were Trevor's hands on me, sliding over my skin, making me hot and tingly. He ducked his head down and sucked on my neck as I let out a low moan. His hand tightened on my hips, and he seemed to revel in the sound that I made, giving me open-mouthed kisses along my neck and jaw, before finally nipping gently at my bottom lip.

I rocked my hips over the ridge of his erection, and he hissed before pressing his tongue between my lips and into my mouth. I'd missed this. I'd missed that dizzying feeling he could instill within me. It felt like the rush of the wildest roller coaster, along with the best kind of electrical zap.

In seconds, we were shoving at each other's clothes. Trevor slid his hands up my torso, gently skimming my breasts with his thumbs, before helping me tug my shirt over my head. I didn't care where the damn thing landed. I was simultaneously trying to drag his T-shirt over his head.

With a smirk, he helped me out and reached behind him, grabbing two fistfuls of material before pulling it over his dark curls.

While he worked that out, I only let myself get momentarily distracted by the display of muscles before going for his belt and unbuckling the brass.

Trevor wasted no time with his T-shirt, tossing it somewhere near the dining room table. With his hands tucking under my skirt, I cursed soft and low when his knuckles brushed over my sex.

"I'm sorry," he whispered.

With a frown, I asked, "For what?"

His fingertips snuck into the edge of my panties, and then he twisted. "For this." With a flick of his wrist, he snapped my thong.

The shock and sting of pain was quickly replaced by the warmth and pleasure of his hands running over my skin, soothing away the hurt. "Trevor," I gasped.

He shrugged. "I said I was sorry."

He kissed me again, licking into my mouth, even as he slicked his thumb over my clit. Good Lord, it was impossible to think at all when he did that. Anytime he had his hands on me, my brain just took a hiatus.

There was some shifting and wiggling, a couple of curses, but we managed to work his jeans and boxers down to at least mid thigh so that we could free his cock together. When I reached between us and wrapped my hands around him, Trevor threw his head back into the couch cushions and cursed low, his hand digging into my hips. "Jesus, fuck me."

I chuckled. "I think I'm getting to that."

I slid both hands over his satin smooth skin, and then used my thumb to spread the drop of liquid that pooled at the tip. I marveled at how he could be so hard but so soft at the same time.

"I like how you feel," I whispered as he pushed himself further into my hands.

When he spoke, his voice was strained, more of a low growl really. "I love how you make me feel."

Trevor's brows knit, but his hips rocked upwards, pushing him further into my hands. "Please don't fucking stop. I've imagined this a million times."

"Well, you don't have to imagine anymore."

One of his hands finally released my hip and slid up my torso, stroking his thumb over my nipple through the lace of my bra. Trevor smirked when I had to halt all motion to focus on the wave of lust rushing through me.

"I love how responsive you are. One day soon, I want to see if you can come from me doing nothing else but this. Just pinching your nipples, licking them, biting them."

I shivered. I wanted that, too. But right now, there was something else I wanted more. I raised myself up on my knees and positioned him at my cleft. One hand stroking down to the root of his cock, I held him still before gently swiveling my hips, coating the tip of him.

"Jesus. Natalie. Oh my God." As if he couldn't help himself, his hips rocked into me. The first inch of him slid inside me easily.

I threw my head back and held perfectly still. "Oh my God." Yeah, I could come like this. With just the tip of him inside me. I felt full, stretched, and oh so heavenly.

"Fuck, you feel good." Trevor mumbled, then pinched my nipple harder.

I gasped. That motion alone sent my body down another inch over the thick length of him. "Trevor. God, you feel so—"

He shoved a hand into my hair and gripped tight. The sting of pain had me opening my eyes and focusing on him. "Natalie. We can't—the condoms are in my bedroom."

I licked my lips before biting down and rocking my hips a little bit more, taking more of him inside me. "You feel so good, though."

Trevor panted, sliding in just a little bit more, and then retreating an inch. The glide and pressure made me tingle. "Natalie. Listen to me. We need to stop. This isn't safe. And—"

I wasn't listening. I wanted more of him. I wanted all of him. Forcing my eyelids open, I said, "I'm on the pill. I started right when I moved here. Not that I anticipated this, but—"

His green eyes went dark suddenly, and he gripped my hips again, his fingertips pressing deep into my skin as he slid all the way home. With my skirt bunched up around my waist, he watched intently where we were joined. As he made love to me, he muttered words of need and longing and love.

I arched and leaned back so I could brace myself on his knees. That new position gave him all the access he needed.

One hand reached behind me, unsnapped my bra, and then shoved the lace cups up. He leaned over my body, sucking one stiff nipple into his mouth, and groaned against my breast. His other hand slid between our bodies, pressing slow, easy circles on my clit.

I was coming in seconds. Flying high and clamping around his dick. But he wasn't done. Trevor kept going. Snapping his hips forward and making me gasp and widen my eyes when he hit that magical place deep inside. And then he would retreat. With each snap of his hips, I couldn't help but call out his name.

As my orgasm coursed through me, sending my body into wicked convulsions, Trevor growled and pulled me forward on his lap. He slid his lips over mine and pressed his tongue into my mouth, kissing me deep. The top of my pelvis rubbed along his, prolonging the pleasure.

I held tight onto his shoulders as he kissed me, my hips still working, my body still taking him deep.

This was perfection.

Trevor dragged his lips off mine and kissed along my jaw, whispering to me, making me hotter. "So fucking beautiful… I could do this all damn day... You feel so good..."

His hand fisted in my hair more gently than before, while the other slid over my ass, rocking me more firmly against him as he loved me. When he slid a finger down the seam of my ass, I hesitated for only a moment, but then relaxed against him.

I trusted him. I loved him. I was his to do with what he wanted.

When his finger pressed against my pucker, the first sensation was shock, and then astonishment at the sting of pleasure. But when he eased a finger gently inside, I broke apart again, pushing myself up onto my knees and slamming back down over him.

Trevor held perfectly still, his muscles going rigid. As he came, his gaze didn't leave mine, and he sank home one more time. "I am never letting you go. We belong together."

I sank over him once more, and we both groaned, riding the wave of the last vestiges of our orgasms.

He might never let me go, but more importantly, I never wanted to leave. This was where I belonged.

In his arms.

Dying to know how Trevor took the news about Talia & Cage?