“My place is closer.”

“I don’t care where we go, just get there fast,” Claire says, her lips roaming every inch of my neck. Her free hand lands on my erection, which is barely contained by my jeans, and I groan.

“Sweetheart, hang on. We’re almost there.”

“Don’t tell me to hang on. You left me in Coop’s office, remember?”

I laugh remembering the frazzled look on her face after I brought her to orgasm against Coop’s office door. “Yes, but if you get your hands on me, I’m going to blow my load before we even get in the house.”

“And that’s a bad thing?”

“That’s a very bad thing because I’d like to be in here when I get off,” I say, moving my hand between her thighs. Claire is soaking wet, and she squirms in her seat when I brush my fingers along her panties.

“Oh God, you’re killing me, Trevor. Just get there already.”

“I love it when you’re like this,” I tell her, trying to concentrate on the road.

“You’re going to love it even more when I get you home.”

“Counting on it.”

When I hit the end of my lane, I pick up speed. I don’t even bother pulling into the garage. I toss the truck in park, pull Claire across the seat, and climb out. Her legs wrap around my waist, her hands dive into my hair, and her mouth claims mine as I maneuver us up the front walk.

We stumble into the house a twisted mess of arms and legs and mouths. There’s kissing and pulling and yanking and lots and lots of touching, and in a matter of seconds, my clothes are gone. My cock springs free, bobbing hot and hard between us as we tumble to the floor.

“May I?” she says, reaching for my erection.

“You don’t ever have to ask.” But I can’t even begin to tell you the things it does to me when you do.

With languid movements, Claire scoots down my body and looks up at me. Wrapping her fingers around my cock, she guides me to her mouth. Her tongue darts out, licking the drop of precum off before she pulls the head into her mouth.

Placing my hand along the soft curve of her neck, I hold Claire steady as I slide into her mouth. Her tongue sweeps over the tip before pressing along the underside of my cock. She sucks me deep.

I brush her hair out of her face, fisting it at the back of her head so I can watch her pull and work my cock. Her mouth is hot and wet, and nothing has ever felt this good—except sinking into her tight, warm pussy, which I plan to do very soon.

“Claire, baby, you need to stop or I’m going to come in your mouth.”

“That’s the whole point of this,” she says, licking her lips.

I grin. “Smartass.”

“I want this. I want you to lose control.”

“That’s not going to take much,” I say, guiding her head back to my cock.

She takes all of me in. Wrapping her hand around the base, she strokes as her tongue swirls around my shaft. Pressing her tongue toward the roof of her mouth, she sucks as she slowly pulls back, and I let out a guttural moan.

“Yes. God, yes. That’s it, Red.”

She takes me deeper, as though my words fuel her efforts. I squeeze my eyes shut when my cock hits the back of her throat. Claire’s head bobs up and down. Her fingers slip between my legs and she cradles my balls, massaging them gently. I thrust, giving her more, and she moans. I can’t hear it over the blood rushing through my ears, but I can feel the vibrations against my shaft.

“That’s it, baby. Suck it hard.” A sheen of sweat coats my skin. My hips move faster, my cock sliding in and out of her mouth. “You look so good with your lips wrapped around my cock.”

Heat settles at the base of my spine. My balls tighten, drawing upward, and with a loud moan, I explode. My body jerks, but Claire doesn’t stop. She keeps sucking, taking every last drop I give, and when my body goes lax beneath her, she licks the shaft clean. She kisses my belly, working her way up my body until she reaches my mouth.

“How is it that I ended up completely naked, and you still have all your clothes on?”

Claire smiles cheekily and puts her chin on my chest. “I guess I was just more determined than you were.”

“I’ll show you determined.”

I flip us around so our positions are reversed and jump to my feet. I hoist Claire into my arms with ease and stride down the hall.

“You have a thing for holding me, don’t you?”

“You fit perfectly in my arms,” I tell her.

Kicking open my bedroom door, I walk in and lower Claire to her feet. I reach for her blouse, but she stops me. The weight of the moment and the emotion I’m feeling settle heavy in my chest.

“I need to be inside of you, Claire. Please.”

“You will be.” Pressing a hand to the center of my chest, she pushes until my legs hit the back of the bed, and I sit down.

With her eyes locked on mine, Claire peels off her shirt, tossing it to the floor. My mouth waters at the sight of her white lace bra. She licks her lips, her eyes dropping to my cock, which grows under the weight of her stare, and toes off her shoes. Her skirt is the next to go, falling in a pile on the floor.

Hooking a finger in the sides of her underwear, Claire slips them over her hips and kicks them to the side. “Eyes up here.” Her command is gentle. I look up, and the vulnerability in her eyes matches the soft tone of her voice.

She flicks the front clasp of her bra. The flimsy material falls away, leaving me with the most breathtaking view in the entire world. Everything about Claire is beautiful. Her creamy skin, the soft curve of her hip, the seductive look in her emerald eyes. I swallow hard, my eyes bouncing around her body as I try to figure out which part of her I want to explore first.

“Scoot back, Trevor.”

I lift a brow, but do as she asks. Reaching across the bed, I snag a condom from the nightstand and scoot back on the bed.

“Come here, Claire. Let me make love to you,” I say, holding out my hand.

She laces her fingers with mine and crawls onto the bed. Straddling my hips, she puts both hands on my chest, pressing me back against the pillows.

“I thought you’d never ask,” she says.

Taking the condom from my hand, she rips the foil, slides it over my shaft, and tosses the wrapper. With her hands still on my chest, she lifts her hips. I guide my cock to her entrance, and inch by inch, she welcomes me into her body.

“You feel incredible,” I whisper, never taking my eyes off hers.

She tilts her head back. Her hair cascades down, tickling the tops of my thighs. I grip her hips, guiding her over my cock, slowly at first so I can savor the feel of her body on mine.

Nothing has ever felt anything like this, emotionally or physically. Our connection is so much more powerful than I gave it credit for.

Making love to Claire is like taking a dip in the quarry on a hot summer day, or curling up next to a fire on a frigid winter night. It’s refreshing and comforting. It’s like coming home.

Claire rolls her hips. She lifts up, only to drop back down, repeating the process several times. My grunts grow louder with each stroke as I slam my hips into her, pleasure just out of reach.

Squeezing a hand between our slick bodies, Claire finds her clit.

“Fuck,” I moan. “That’s hot, but this orgasm is mine, baby.” I push her hand away, replacing it with my own. Pressing a thumb to her clit, I rub in tight circles.

“Oh God, Trevor.”

My movements speed up, along with Claire’s breathing. Her breasts bounce heavily in front of my face, and I capture a nipple with my lips, sucking it deep into my mouth. I flick it with my tongue, and Claire’s pussy contracts around my cock.

I suck harder, rub faster, and Claire’s body explodes.

“Trevor.” The sound of my name on her lips pushes me over the edge, and my orgasm slaps into me with enough force to blur my vision.

She collapses on top of me while we catch our breath, and when I’m sure we’re both going to survive, I wrap an arm around her waist and flip us over. Lowering myself to my elbows, I hold Claire’s head in my hands.

I run my finger along her jaw, over her lips and smile. “Nothing has ever felt as good as it feels to make love to you.” She swallows, her eyes growing increasingly glossy. “It’s like you were made me for me, Claire, and I don’t want what just happened between us to ever end.”

“It doesn’t have to.”

“That’s what I’m hoping for.” I kiss the tip of her nose and slide off of her.

I’ve got one hand tucked behind my head—because I feel like a king with Claire lying on my chest—and the other curved possessively around her hip.

“Trevor?”

“Hmmm?”

“Don’t let me fall asleep,” she murmurs.

“Why not? I’d love for you to stay. I could even give you the official tour.”

“I’d like that.” She blinks up at me, a sleepy smile on her face. “But Milo is at home alone.”

“Rest, Claire. Don’t worry about Milo. I’ll take care of her.”