Riley couldn’t have asked for a better day or night. Trevor seemed to blend in well with everyone at the party. It probably helped knowing as many people as he did. Still, she was glad she didn’t need to stand by his side the whole day and hold his hand.

It used to drive her insane when she was dating someone and they didn’t leave her side at a party or a function.

For once though, she was able to relax and have fun, do her thing, and enjoy time with Trevor.

There was no worrying if he was bored, or was looking for her or needing some type of reassurance. Half the time she found him talking with Max or Cole. Then he jumped in and was throwing the Frisbee with Lara and Davy and a few of their friends, then joining in a game of volleyball.

She loved the volleyball game. Seeing him in action, moving around, his shirt off. Because, hey, she didn’t mean to spill her glass of water on him. And she had to suggest he take his shirt off to dry in the sun while he played another match. It was the only sensible thing to do.

Amber, of course, decided it’d be great if all the guys played without their shirts, so it ended up being a nice treat for the ladies, too. She didn’t realize her own brother was as fit as he was. But Quinn made a point to say Max didn’t use any of the treatments in his office when Amber cracked a joke about her boss being shirtless and showing off.

But now she was pulling into Trevor’s driveway, parking next to him. At his family home. His home.

Maybe she could get a better read on him now. So far, everything she’d thought of him had been right, but nothing had fit into any pattern.

He was tough and tender. Soft and hard. Laid back and firm. Brutally honest and diplomatic. How could someone be all those things and do them so well? It was a confusing contradiction for someone who always liked to know what she was dealing with.

She grabbed the other bag she’d left in her car earlier. Her overnight bag.

“Let’s go in the side door,” he said.

There was a little stone walkway to the front porch. On it was a porch swing, but since the lake view of this area was in the back, she was guessing the swing didn’t get much use. There were houses across the street, but she knew she wouldn’t want to be looking at them.

He unlocked the side door and tossed his keys in a bowl. An old bowl that looked like a kid might have made it at some point.

They walked into the kitchen that she noticed was simple and neat. Not overly modern, but not completely outdated. The appliances didn’t all match. The fridge and dishwasher were stainless steel, the stove black.

The walls were a light yellow with a little border around the top. One she was guessing wasn’t of his choosing, but he hadn’t gotten around to removing it yet. Or the little white table in the corner with two chairs that didn’t look like they’d even hold his weight.

Into the living room, she noticed it was a tan color. Big comfortable furniture, wood accent pieces, and a large TV mounted on the wall.

When she tilted her head and caught sight of a dining room that looked dreary, with a brown table and chairs in it, she pieced together where he spent most of his time.

“So give me your thoughts,” he said, grinning at her.

“You spend the bulk of your time in here,” she said. “Watching TV on that corner of the sectional.” The arm was worn more in one spot than another.

“That wasn’t too hard to figure out,” he said, laughing.

“The dining room never gets used.”

“Only when my parents come to visit and my mother cooks for everyone. It’s the only place that holds us all.”

“Which brings me to the kitchen. The stove looks older than the rest of your appliances.”

“I only use the range top. If the oven breaks, or is broken, I’d have no clue. Since it works enough for me, no use replacing it.”

Exactly what she assumed. “So let’s see your room. I’m dying to know what color it is.”

“It was the first room I changed over when I bought the house,” he said.

“Why’s that?”

“Because it’s where you’re supposed to be at peace the most. I’m not sure how my father slept in a room with flowers on both the wall and the comforter. Maybe that was why he was grouchy in the morning.”

She laughed. “I’m not a big fan of flowers myself.”

“You’ve said that before.”

“I said I don’t like men that smell like flowers. But the same could be said of decor.” She followed him up the stairs to a loft. “Only one room up here?”

“Yeah. My parents converted it from an attic to a master suite, I guess, after Kennedy was born. Taryn and Kennedy shared a room and I had my own downstairs. It was tight here for a long time, but we made do. It’s a good size for me now.”

“How many bathrooms?” she said.

“They were smart enough to put a bath upstairs back then. Just a small sink, toilet, and shower stall, but it’s enough. It was bad enough fighting for bathroom time when I was a teen with two sisters. Adding my parents in would have been hell.”

She looked around the room. It was a calming blue color. His bed was against the wall looking through a big window out to the water. The tan bedspread was made up about as neatly as she expected. No frills, but everything looked nice and comfortable.

“Are you done assessing my living quarters?” he asked, a touch of sarcasm in his voice but a smile on his face.

“I sure am. I’m looking forward to getting your assessment of me tonight.”

His eyes just started to focus on her, then looked her over from head to toe. “What do you have planned that I need to assess?”

“You’re just going to have to wait to find out,” she said, walking toward him. Then she hitched her bag on her shoulder and walked into his bathroom.

When she came back out a few minutes later, he was sitting on the bed, looking a little unsure of what he was supposed to be doing. He’d taken his shirt and shoes off, and even changed into a pair of comfortable athletic shorts. She’d never thought workout shorts could be sexy before, but she was finding out all sorts of things she liked since she’d moved here.

“Wow. Okay. So far, things are looking good,” he said.

She walked a few feet and stopped in front of him, his hands reaching for her waist and pulling her forward. “Do you like it?”

She wasn’t one for sexy lingerie, but she wanted to try. Unfortunately, nothing seemed right when she was shopping, so she decided to just go with a bra and panty set. She was guessing she made the right choice.

“I would have pictured you in white, even black, but purple? Nice. Reminds me of royalty. I guess that makes more sense, now that I think of it.”

“I like purple. All shades of purple. But this is called eggplant. Make sure you store that away if I ask you what color it is again someday.”

He laughed. “What I’m going to remember was I had a smoking hot woman in front of me wearing hardly anything at all.”

“Oh, I’m sure you’ll remember some more.” She tugged him up and quickly dropped his shorts for him, then gave him a little shove back on the bed.

He went to lie back, but she shook her head for him to stay. Then, without saying a word, she dropped down on her knees in front of him and decided to do what she wanted to that first night. When she wanted to test his control and he stopped her. There would be no stopping her tonight.

Her fingernails were neatly trimmed and bare of polish, but long enough for him to feel them teasing his flesh as her hands roamed up his outer thighs, then inner.

He liked to say his bedroom needed to be a place that was calming, something to put him at peace, but he wasn’t calm now. His muscles were tense. His hands were flat on the bedspread, but his fingertips were white.

She brought her tongue out for a taste and his body jerked back slightly. Not a lot, but enough for her to know he was anticipating something.

No need to make him wait. Not when she didn’t want to hold off herself.

She didn’t lick this time, and she didn’t hesitate. She took him all, she took him whole, and his hands went right to her head holding her in place. No pulling her back, no making her wait. Looked like they were both going to get what they wanted.

He tasted good. He tasted strong and hard and like a man. She didn’t want to control him; she wasn’t trying to do that. What she wanted was to give him something back.

She was moving up and down, sucking and swirling her tongue, and his hands were telling her what he liked and what he didn’t, so she listened to what he was trying to tell her. She was a fast learner and when she wanted something, she gave it everything she had.

What she wanted was to blow him away. To show him it wasn’t all about her. That it was about him, too. That it was about being equals.

She heard his breathing in the deep recesses of her brain, the faint noise that was telling her it wasn’t going to be much longer. That she was pushing him as far as he could go. When he went to pull her head back, she shook his hands off. She’d push him further because she was willing to go there herself.

His hands dropped away and she knew she was on her own now. A sign he understood? Of maybe he just had nothing else left to hold back.

She brought her hand around him, nice and slick now and moved it in the same motion with her mouth. His legs were shaking next to her, her knees a little numb, but she wasn’t stopping. Not until she was done. Not until he was finished.

When his hips lifted higher into her mouth, she knew he was there and added more pressure and more speed until she heard him grunt and then swear.

 

***

 

If it wasn’t for the familiar blue walls surrounding him, Trevor would say he was in heaven right now.

He’d thought she was a wildcat before, but damn, that was nothing compared to what she just did to him. What she just made him feel.

He heard her throaty laughter before she stood up in front of him, then pushed him onto his back. He was perceptive enough to scoot up the bed this time while she crawled over him and settled onto his hips, her legs spread wide.

“Am I to guess you aren’t done?” he asked her.

She smirked. “I’m just getting started.”

He was going to die tonight. He knew it. “Don’t let me stop you,” he said.

“I didn’t think that you would.”

She was rubbing herself up and down the length of him now. The silk of her panties bringing him right back to life. He also realized it was a thong, the feeling of hot wet flesh mixing with cool material doing one hell of a number on him.

“Am I allowed to touch you?” he asked.

“I never said you couldn’t.”

He moved his hands up her ribs, behind her back, unhooked the bra that was holding and lifting her in place, and tossed it to the side. “I like what you’re wearing a lot, but it’s got nothing on what’s inside of it.”

“You’ve got a smooth way, Trevor.”

“Speaking of smooth,” he said, his hand moving down between her legs. Damn, he loved that. “Is this something you keep or was it just for me?”

“Let’s say it was for both of us and something I plan on keeping for a while.”

“You won’t hear any complaints from me.”

She laughed again, a little wickedly this time. “I didn’t ask. I wouldn’t. I do what feels good to me when it comes to my body.”

Since she was sliding all over him while she talked, he was thinking she was telling the truth.

“I want you to feel good.”

“Did you?” she asked. “Feel good just now?”

“I’m surprised you need to even question that.”

“Just want to be sure,” she said, her own breath catching now.

He started to pinch the nipples in front of him, watched her close her eyes and enjoy what he was doing. She was a sensual creature, for sure.

“You better grab a condom quick,” he said, “because I’m not sure I’m going to want to stop to reach over and get one.”

“I’ve got it covered,” she said.

“How?”

“The front of my panties have a little pocket.”

Talk about being prepared. He pulled it forward and saw the little foil wrapper sitting neatly in the hidden pocket. “You’re full of surprises tonight.”

“I told you,” she said, taking it out of the pocket before he could grab it.

She scooted down his legs, opened the wrapper and covered him, then moved back up. “Aren’t you going to take your panties off?”

“No need,” she said, reaching down, putting her fingers between her slick folds, and moving the material—more like itty-bitty string—to the side. “Easy as pie.” Then she slid right down on top of him before he could say another word.

There was no time to talk, no time to even think. She was rising up and down on him, controlled and steady. Looking more stable than he was feeling, for sure.

He brought her forward, put his lips to hers, kissed her swiftly, kissed her hard, and said, “I want you to be loud. No one can hear but me.”

“You too,” she said. “Give it back to me the same. Equals.”

He could do that. It’s not like he thought he had much of a choice. Not when she was bouncing up and down, her speed picking up, her thighs squeezing his, her teeth on his neck.

His hips were rising to meet hers, both of them in sync, both of them pacing themselves for the building up that was going to erupt. One that was so deep inside of them at the moment that it seemed it could never be reached without each other.

He grasped her hips and was forcing her down on him harder and faster, slamming up at the same time. They were both out of control and neither seemed to mind.

She was starting to moan, until it turned into more of a screech, then he rolled her over quickly and pinned her down, and gave it to her as demanding as he could, lifting her legs and spreading her wide. Her back arched and her nails started to bite into his thighs.

Nothing mattered other than hearing her shout out his name, or the swear words that left his mouth.

He was out of breath, completely spent, not able to do much more than collapse on the bed, rolling back over so she was sprawled on top of him.

All that could be heard was their heavy breathing until she asked, “What color am I wearing?”

“Eggplant.”

He’d never forget.