Hearts on Air
Page 79
Trev nodded and knocked back a swig of Prosecco. “Life is pretty fucking shitty sometimes.”
“My heart literally aches for them both,” I said, bringing my hand to my chest and rubbing.
Trev’s expression softened, his eyes journeying over my face. “We all have our crosses to bear.”
His serious expression and empathic tone indicated where his thoughts had wandered. He was thinking of what happened to me, my own traumatic experience.
My posture stiffened. “It’s different for me though. I’m not still living the trauma. It might’ve happened over a year ago, but Callum and Leanne are still very much embroiled in their tragedy.” Seeing one another each day was a constant reminder.
Trev’s gaze turned perceptive. “Sometimes I really am in awe of how together you are. I don’t know how you do it.”
I looked away, self-conscious. When I spoke, my voice was quiet. “Karla was a big help. I was still a mess when she came along, a lot like Callum and Leanne. But then she urged me to learn self-defence and seek counselling. Her friendship changed my life.”
“My big sis is pretty fucking special, isn’t she?”
I nodded. “If it weren’t for her, I’m not sure where I’d be today.”
He levelled me with a sincere look, and I was a little taken aback by the ferocity in his eyes. “If it weren’t for her, we never would’ve met. I should buy her a frickin’ Lamborghini.”
I laughed but then my smile faded when Trev reached out and tugged my cardigan down over my shoulder to reveal my thin tank top beneath. He ran a finger over my collarbone and I shivered at his touch. He splayed his hand against my sternum, tilting his head as though studying a work of art. “Our skin looks so good together.”
I felt aroused by the simple touch. Trev nodded to the hot tub, his voice a seductive, husky lull. “Let’s get in.”
I shook my head as he stood from the sofa and started taking off his clothes. “We don’t have the proper . . . attire,” I croaked, watching as he carefully unbuckled his belt.
“You already said that,” he replied darkly.
I swallowed, my throat suddenly dry. “People might see us.”
His eyes glinted wickedly in the dark. “We’re too high up. Nobody will see. Come on, Reyrey. Be brave with me.”
I didn’t say anything then, only watched as he stripped down to his boxers and climbed into the tub, carefully ensuring his casted arm didn’t get in the water. His gaze caught mine as he seductively crooned, “The water’s perfect.”
I let out a nervous chuckle and approached the tub. Trev’s attention never left me as I warily eyed the water, my hands going to the hem of my cardigan.
“You promise not to laugh?”
“Why would I laugh?”
“My underwear doesn’t match,” I confessed.
He levelled me with an arch look. “Reya, we’ve been on the road for two weeks. We’re all wearing mismatched underwear at this point.”
I scrunched up my nose. “That doesn’t even make sense.” Men didn’t have anything to match up.
He only grinned, showing teeth. I slowly tugged off my cardigan, then lifted the tank top over my head to reveal my leopard print and black lace bra. Trev watched my every move as I lowered my trousers down over my hips until I stood in nothing but my bra and bright blue knickers.
His grin widened as he took me in, then his gaze heated. “You’re the sexiest fucking thing I’ve ever seen.”
His compliment made me feel just that; sexy, powerful, like some kind of Bond Girl or a Victoria’s Secret model. Fierce and completely in control of my sex appeal.
Trev’s eyes wandered up my legs, grazing my stomach before coming to rest on my cleavage. I stepped up to the edge of the tub and experimentally dipped a toe in. The water was deliciously warm. Throwing caution to the wind, I bit the bullet and climbed in, though I kept to the opposite side of the tub. Trev’s gaze glinted sinfully, like my distance was a challenge he’d happily accept.
The bubbles fizzled up, massaging all the day’s travel and stress from my muscles and bones. I closed my eyes and tipped my head back, enjoying the pleasurable sensation. I inhaled a deep breath and savoured the moment, then gasped when I felt a mouth on my neck.
“Couldn’t help myself,” Trev murmured as he bit and licked. “You’re like a gift just sitting here.”
I moaned when he sucked my earlobe into his mouth, his hand coming up to massage my breast. With his cast out of the water, I was almost mournful that his other hand couldn’t join in. If he could turn me on so much with only one, imagine what he could do with two. Well actually, I knew exactly how good he was with two.
Artfully, he reached around to unclip my bra, tossing it over onto the sofa before lowering his face to my breasts. He mouthed one and then the other, before he brought his lips to my nipple and sucked hard. He gave it a little nip and I let out a sharp cry of pleasure.
Trev smiled around my nipple. I stared down and met his gaze, those blue eyes of his twinkling with sexy mischief. I arched my back and he tongued my nipple with this amazing fluttering technique, while his hand massaged my other breast.
I grabbed for him through the water, finding the elastic of his boxers and slipping my hand inside to grab his cock. He groaned loudly when I palmed him, his tongue quickening on my nipple. I jerked him slowly while his hand slid inside my knickers, his fingers plunging straight into me.
I gasped and tugged him harder. He grunted, pumping faster with his fingers. When my hand slid lower to cup his balls, he let out a low string of swearwords and seconds later he lifted me from the tub. I had no idea how he did that with one arm, but before I knew it I was lying flat on the sofa as Trev divested me of my knickers and practically tore off his boxers.
He rifled through his jeans for his wallet and produced a shiny foil packet. He met my gaze as he rolled on the condom and I lay there, a horny, wet mess, barely able to hold back my anticipation. It had been a year, yes, but this was Trev. Sex with him was stratospheres away from sex with anyone else.
“Christ, I’m gonna fucking come just looking out you,” he rasped and climbed between my legs.
His cock nudged against me as I dropped my head into the pillow and closed my eyes. Trev kissed my temples, cheeks, nose, mouth and jaw as he positioned himself at my entrance. He held himself up with one arm and breathed, “Open your eyes.”
“My heart literally aches for them both,” I said, bringing my hand to my chest and rubbing.
Trev’s expression softened, his eyes journeying over my face. “We all have our crosses to bear.”
His serious expression and empathic tone indicated where his thoughts had wandered. He was thinking of what happened to me, my own traumatic experience.
My posture stiffened. “It’s different for me though. I’m not still living the trauma. It might’ve happened over a year ago, but Callum and Leanne are still very much embroiled in their tragedy.” Seeing one another each day was a constant reminder.
Trev’s gaze turned perceptive. “Sometimes I really am in awe of how together you are. I don’t know how you do it.”
I looked away, self-conscious. When I spoke, my voice was quiet. “Karla was a big help. I was still a mess when she came along, a lot like Callum and Leanne. But then she urged me to learn self-defence and seek counselling. Her friendship changed my life.”
“My big sis is pretty fucking special, isn’t she?”
I nodded. “If it weren’t for her, I’m not sure where I’d be today.”
He levelled me with a sincere look, and I was a little taken aback by the ferocity in his eyes. “If it weren’t for her, we never would’ve met. I should buy her a frickin’ Lamborghini.”
I laughed but then my smile faded when Trev reached out and tugged my cardigan down over my shoulder to reveal my thin tank top beneath. He ran a finger over my collarbone and I shivered at his touch. He splayed his hand against my sternum, tilting his head as though studying a work of art. “Our skin looks so good together.”
I felt aroused by the simple touch. Trev nodded to the hot tub, his voice a seductive, husky lull. “Let’s get in.”
I shook my head as he stood from the sofa and started taking off his clothes. “We don’t have the proper . . . attire,” I croaked, watching as he carefully unbuckled his belt.
“You already said that,” he replied darkly.
I swallowed, my throat suddenly dry. “People might see us.”
His eyes glinted wickedly in the dark. “We’re too high up. Nobody will see. Come on, Reyrey. Be brave with me.”
I didn’t say anything then, only watched as he stripped down to his boxers and climbed into the tub, carefully ensuring his casted arm didn’t get in the water. His gaze caught mine as he seductively crooned, “The water’s perfect.”
I let out a nervous chuckle and approached the tub. Trev’s attention never left me as I warily eyed the water, my hands going to the hem of my cardigan.
“You promise not to laugh?”
“Why would I laugh?”
“My underwear doesn’t match,” I confessed.
He levelled me with an arch look. “Reya, we’ve been on the road for two weeks. We’re all wearing mismatched underwear at this point.”
I scrunched up my nose. “That doesn’t even make sense.” Men didn’t have anything to match up.
He only grinned, showing teeth. I slowly tugged off my cardigan, then lifted the tank top over my head to reveal my leopard print and black lace bra. Trev watched my every move as I lowered my trousers down over my hips until I stood in nothing but my bra and bright blue knickers.
His grin widened as he took me in, then his gaze heated. “You’re the sexiest fucking thing I’ve ever seen.”
His compliment made me feel just that; sexy, powerful, like some kind of Bond Girl or a Victoria’s Secret model. Fierce and completely in control of my sex appeal.
Trev’s eyes wandered up my legs, grazing my stomach before coming to rest on my cleavage. I stepped up to the edge of the tub and experimentally dipped a toe in. The water was deliciously warm. Throwing caution to the wind, I bit the bullet and climbed in, though I kept to the opposite side of the tub. Trev’s gaze glinted sinfully, like my distance was a challenge he’d happily accept.
The bubbles fizzled up, massaging all the day’s travel and stress from my muscles and bones. I closed my eyes and tipped my head back, enjoying the pleasurable sensation. I inhaled a deep breath and savoured the moment, then gasped when I felt a mouth on my neck.
“Couldn’t help myself,” Trev murmured as he bit and licked. “You’re like a gift just sitting here.”
I moaned when he sucked my earlobe into his mouth, his hand coming up to massage my breast. With his cast out of the water, I was almost mournful that his other hand couldn’t join in. If he could turn me on so much with only one, imagine what he could do with two. Well actually, I knew exactly how good he was with two.
Artfully, he reached around to unclip my bra, tossing it over onto the sofa before lowering his face to my breasts. He mouthed one and then the other, before he brought his lips to my nipple and sucked hard. He gave it a little nip and I let out a sharp cry of pleasure.
Trev smiled around my nipple. I stared down and met his gaze, those blue eyes of his twinkling with sexy mischief. I arched my back and he tongued my nipple with this amazing fluttering technique, while his hand massaged my other breast.
I grabbed for him through the water, finding the elastic of his boxers and slipping my hand inside to grab his cock. He groaned loudly when I palmed him, his tongue quickening on my nipple. I jerked him slowly while his hand slid inside my knickers, his fingers plunging straight into me.
I gasped and tugged him harder. He grunted, pumping faster with his fingers. When my hand slid lower to cup his balls, he let out a low string of swearwords and seconds later he lifted me from the tub. I had no idea how he did that with one arm, but before I knew it I was lying flat on the sofa as Trev divested me of my knickers and practically tore off his boxers.
He rifled through his jeans for his wallet and produced a shiny foil packet. He met my gaze as he rolled on the condom and I lay there, a horny, wet mess, barely able to hold back my anticipation. It had been a year, yes, but this was Trev. Sex with him was stratospheres away from sex with anyone else.
“Christ, I’m gonna fucking come just looking out you,” he rasped and climbed between my legs.
His cock nudged against me as I dropped my head into the pillow and closed my eyes. Trev kissed my temples, cheeks, nose, mouth and jaw as he positioned himself at my entrance. He held himself up with one arm and breathed, “Open your eyes.”
