Chapter Twenty-Two
She didn’t know what it felt like to be drunk, but she suspected it was this same sort of feeling, the giddiness breaking free with a loud laugh as Trey carried her to the bed.
“Tell me what you want,” he prompted as he laid her down and stood back.
She dragged her eyes over his tight white shirt and the tuxedo jacket snug on his broad shoulders.
“Everything.” She surprised herself with the low, hungry tone in her words. “Everything you can think of.”
Trey grinned. “I can do that.” He reached up and tugged the bowtie loose, stripping it out from around his neck. “First, let’s deal with this.”
In a few seconds, he’d wrapped it around her wrists, the loose knot holding her hands together. He pushed them up over her head with her fingers touching the headboard.
“I won’t tie you to the bed. Yet.”
Desire drummed through her at his words and again as he leaned over her and began to undo each button on her blouse with exquisite slowness, dropping a light kiss on the exposed skin with each pop and release.
His eyes widened as the black lacy bra came into sight. “Nice.”
A flick of his fingers made it slide away, bringing a gasp out of her.
“Don’t move, or I’ll stop.”
The threat held her in place as he lowered his mouth to one breast, nipping and sucking as his hand caressed the other, giving equal attention to both.
She wanted to move—she had to move. His fingers danced over her erect nipple, and a flash of heat surged through her. Combined that with the gentle but persistent laving of his tongue over her other breast, and she couldn’t keep still.
He lifted his head and locked eyes with her. “Not yet.”
It was as if he’d read her mind.
She lay there, hands over her head, as he finished undoing her blouse.
He pulled back and slid both hands along her exposed torso, letting out a whistle.
“Your skin is so soft,” he murmured. “Like an angel’s.”
“I’m no angel.”
“Good.” He swooped in to capture her mouth again. “Because I want to do all sorts of devilish things to you.”
He sat up and shucked off the tuxedo jacket.
She itched to reach up, her fingers flexing as she watched him.
Trey took hold of the front of his shirt, smirking.
With one quick motion, he ripped the dress shirt off his shoulders, the buttons flying free.
“Never cared much for fancy shirts, anyway,” he said as he tossed the fabric to one side.
She took a long, slow, deep breath at the display, her eyes wandering over his body.
He had scars; she remembered that from seeing him shirtless before. But now she saw them whole, the puckered skin standing out from his tanned and firm body.
Trey looked down at himself. “Yeah, a bit of road rash here and there. But I held together.” He raised one eyebrow. “Want to touch?”
She nodded.
“Not yet.”
She slid her lower lip out, bringing a laugh from him as he rose from the bed.
“I can find better things for you to do with your mouth than pout. But you’re woefully overdressed for what I’m planning.”
He undid each shoe, running his hand along her ankle and leg as he slipped the leather straps free.
She writhed under his touch, unsure whether she could stand her voluntary bondage a second longer.
Trey shook his head as he tossed each shoe aside. “Move those hands, and I stop. This is for you. This is all for you.” His voice softened. “You deserve it.”
She bunched her fingers as he slid his hands along her legs, moving up to her hips.
He undid her skirt and tugged it free, raising an eyebrow at her black lacy panties.
“They came as a set,” she said.
“Too bad.” He curled a finger under the thin fabric at her hip. “I hate breaking up a set.”
He tore it away with a swift yank, dangling it in one hand before tossing the scrap of fabric after the shoes.
Ally sucked in a breath, now fully exposed to him.
He shifted, kicking off his own shoes, and she saw the telltale bulge in his pants.
He followed her eyes down. “See something you like?”
“Yes.” She waited until he looked back up at her, then she licked her lips, dragging her tongue out and over.
He exhaled through gritted teeth. “Don’t do that.”
“Why not?”
“Because I want this to last.”
He knelt between her legs, drawing his hands along the sensitive skin as he began to kiss his way up from her knees. His hands went to her hips, holding her in place. “I can’t believe you would ever hide these under jeans. They deserve to be touched, to be worshiped.”
She went to say something, but his mouth landed on the inside of her left thigh and delivered a light nip of his teeth.
She tried to rise off the bed, but his hands kept her still.
He kissed the spot again. “A souvenir.”
She frowned for only a second before he moved up again to kiss her mouth, sliding alongside her to tangle their legs together. It felt so odd, her bare legs against the roughness of the dress pants.
His hands caressed her breasts again, drawing lightly over the skin and leaving goose bumps in their wake.
She couldn’t take any more.
She dropped her hands around his neck, pulling him close.
Trey broke contact, moving to nip at her ear. “Bad girl.”
“So punish me.”
Another light nip as one hand moved to circle her damp folds, teasing as he skimmed the sensitive flesh.
“I will.”
She pulled back a moan as he slid his hand up one leg and down the other, intentionally avoiding the sweet spot between her legs.
Her nails dug into his shoulders as she moaned into his ear, writhing to try and move his hand to where she wanted it to be.
“Oh, no.” He chastised her, a touch of humor in his voice. “You broke the rules.”
“Please.” She was begging and didn’t care.
A gentle kiss on her ear signaled his forgiveness as a single finger moved, unerringly finding the tiny bundle of nerves and pressing on it.
She rose to meet him, desperate for more. His hand moved lower, the finger now teasing her entrance. Finally, it moved inside, lazily pumping in and out of her as his mouth moved to her breast again, his tongue flicking over her nipple in perfect rhythm with his hand.
She was dying. A long, ecstatic death, but she was dying.
The one finger withdrew, returning with another. He didn’t miss a beat, his thumb pressing against her tiny nub as he continued to tease her nipple with his mouth.
Her hands tangled in his short black hair as he moved up to kiss her again, his hot mouth and tongue imitating what his hand was doing.
He pulled back, flushed and breathless. She felt him press against her side, hard as steel and straining against the fabric restraints.
Trey licked his lips as he rolled atop her. “Don’t undo that tie,” he said in a hoarse voice as he began to slide down her front, dropping light kisses along the way.
She kept her hands together, buried in his hair as she felt his hot breath rush over her skin, eventually reaching its destination.
One heated touch of his tongue, and she was at the edge, small whimpers escaping from her throat as she rose to meet him, begging for another.
“Patience.” He lifted his head and smiled despite her grip tightening on his hair. “Patience.”
The second swipe brought out a deep, rolling moan that dissolved into a series of soft cries as he applied himself wholeheartedly to the effort, fingers digging into her ass as he lifted her to give him easier access.
He stared at her after an eternity, his dark eyes soft and inviting, and then nodded.
She barely had time to register the move before he increased his pace, two fingers sliding in and out as his tongue slid back over the nub, pulling it into his mouth with a heat and ferocity she’d never known before.
Her world drew together into a narrow tunnel before exploding into stars, her scream echoing off the walls as she let go.
…
He kissed her thighs, relishing not only the delicious taste of her, but the way she’d come, moaning and crying her release. It ran his arousal up to dangerous levels, the need to take her almost overwhelming.
But he wasn’t going to rush anything. They had this night, this one night together before both their worlds changed, and he wouldn’t waste a second.
He pulled back, saw the heated flush of her skin, and felt insanely proud.
She still wore the remains of her blouse, the black lacy bra loose on her shoulders. Her hands had moved back over her head, still bound loosely with the bowtie. She licked her lips, swollen and wet from his kisses.
His cock twitched, reacting to the image.
It took the last of his restraint to not rip his pants off, but it was close. As he shucked his clothing, she opened her eyes and looked at him, her pupils wide and unfocused.
A shake of her hands, and the bowtie fell to the floor.
She reached for him, her fingers running over his chest as he settled against her.
He gritted his teeth as she curled her legs around his, bringing him closer to heaven. It was pushing his self-control to the edge, the urge to plunge inside and release throwing him back in time to when he was a teenager, untested and unsure how this all worked.
Now he knew.
It still amazed the hell out of him every time.
Ally kissed him hard, one hand traveling along his back to land on his butt cheek, nails digging in to give her purchase.
“I…” He fumbled for the words, trying to figure out a discreet way of asking.
“We’re good.” She squeezed his ass. “I’ve been on birth control pills since I was a teenager. And I assume you’re clean.”
“As a whistle,” he whispered.
She replied by pulling him closer, the wet heat between her legs drawing him in.
Trey gasped as he sank into her, his hands gripping her shoulders both for support and to ground him.
The pleasure was indescribable, the taste and scent of her, the feel of her around him drawing him close to the edge in seconds.
“Hold on,” he rasped in her ear. “I’ll make the next one slower, but I can’t… I can’t resist you.”
Her nails bit into his skin, encouraging him on.
He roared as he began to move, slowly at first, then increasing the pace as he flew, unable to hold back the tingling coiling at the back of his balls and moving forward to gather into a single lightning bolt, ready to fire at any second.
She moved a second hand down to his ass, holding him tight against her as he thrust in and out, groaning at the incredible sensations surging through him.
Ally moved her mouth to his ear, drawing his earlobe into her mouth.
“Give it all to me,” she demanded. “Give me everything you have.”
The words broke the last of his self-control, and he lunged forward, snarling as he released his inner beast.
He had barely enough thought to balance on one elbow, freeing up his right hand to brush between them and press on the now-tender bundle of nerves in hope that he’d be able to share this with her.
She shuddered against him, and he growled in celebration before surrendering himself, heart and soul, to Ally Sheldon.