Command and Control (7 page)

“Incredible,” she finally whispered and began a slow glide back and forth. “You feel so incredible.”

“Yes,” he ground out and gripped her hips, thrusting up into her as she rode him. “Oh fuck yes.”

It didn’t even take a moment before they found their familiar rhythm. And then they moved together, breathed together, and then entirely too soon—when she kissed him hard again—they came together.

Trevor groaned as he emptied himself into her, again and again as the walls of her sex clenched around him, milking him dry.

Megan let out a choked sob, before she buried her face against his shoulder, her body trembling through the orgasm.

So fast. Jesus, they’d both gone off like lit explosives just moments after he’d entered her.

Trevor closed his eyes and slid his hands up and down her torso, feeling her slender curves, reminding himself what it felt like to have her like this.

“Oh, wow. That was so…” she whispered, the shock in her voice showing she was just as taken aback as he was. “It’s just been so long.”

“I know, angel.” He brushed a kiss over her forehead and gave a soft laugh. “Next time, I promise we’ll slow things down.”

Next time.
He realized his words were more than a little presumptive, but when she didn’t tense or correct him, he figured he was in the clear. And there would be a next time. Many next times.

“We should probably head inside,” he suggested lightly. “In case your neighbors start filing out to discover what all that noise was.”

Megan slapped him playfully on the back and then adjusted her dress again. “I wasn’t that loud.”

He laughed, while tucking himself back into his boxers and jeans, before pushing the car door open wide.

Megan slid off his lap and climbed out first, and then he followed after her, shutting the door behind him.

She set off toward the house, her legs trembling like a newborn colt. Smiling, Trevor swept her up into his arms.

“I’m too heavy for you to do this,” she murmured, even as her head came to rest against his shoulder.

Trevor snorted. “I’ve carried weapons heavier than you, Meg.”

“Mmm. Well thank you. My thighs are killing me after being in that position. Not that I’m complaining or anything.”

When he reached the door, he set her down again to open it. Unlocked. His lips twisted into a slight smile. Some things never changed in a small town.

Megan moved inside and turned on the lights. “I’m going to pass out soon, but I want to shower first.” She paused and turned to face him, arching a brow. “Will you be joining me?”

The vision of her naked and water sliding over her body had his cock stirring again.

“Absolutely.”

Chapter Eight

In the shower, Megan’s heart squeezed with the tenderness Trevor demonstrated with her.

He washed every inch of her gently, brushing off any attempts she made to get him to use her loofah, and instead used his hands.

It was wonderfully sexy. Watching his big, calloused hands sliding over her body, spreading the slippery body wash into her skin. And then he took the shower nozzle and pulled it from its holder, rinsing the suds from her body.

Each patch of skin he cleansed, he brushed a kiss over. Taking his time to swirl his tongue over her nipples and dip into the crater of her belly button.

And then he hung the nozzle back up, falling to his knees and bracketing her hips in his hands.

Megan leaned forward with a sigh, placing her hands on the wall above him as she shifted her feet farther apart. Thick curls of steam swirled around them, the smell of soap heavy in the air.

The damp pressure against her pussy had her gaze dropping and a shuddering breath escaping. And then Trevor’s tongue didn’t just dance over the folds of her sex, but slid between them.

A moan built low in her throat as she watched him. Trevor had always been so amazingly good at eating pussy. Their first night together had blown her mind, and unlike some of the men she’d dated before him, he seemed to really enjoy it. He’d always seemed to love the foreplay as much as she did. And as their time together had grown longer, that never faded.

He didn’t even glance up at her as she watched him. Seemed much too intent on tasting her, on bringing her to pleasure. And dear God was he doing it. Trevor had always seemed to know exactly what she needed.

She let her eyelids flutter closed on a groan as he licked his way up her slit to find the sensitive pearl of flesh.

His mouth closed around her clit, ripping a gasp from her throat. She let go of the wall to clutch the sides of his head. Holding him against her, she rocked her hips against his mouth, needing to find that promised peak.

How had she lived without this for a year? Without Trevor? Living on a vibrator and memories of the man she loved.

The same way you’ll get by again when he leaves in a week.

She brutally shoved the voice of reason away, having no place for it when pleasure was so predominant.

He gently bit her clit, and Megan climbed even higher toward that peak. When he slid two fingers inside her, fucked her with them, she exploded.

With her body still trembling, he came to his feet and lifted her, wrapping her legs around his waist. He plunged into her, sinking deep and filling her so magnificently.

Blind with pleasure, her nails dug into his back as her ankles locked around his waist. He backed her up against the wall of the shower stall, slamming into her and taking her mouth in a hard kiss.

Megan kissed him back feverishly, tasting herself on his tongue and thrilling at it. Trevor moved harder, deeper inside her, his fingers digging into her ass cheeks as he fucked her against the wall.

Water sluiced over them, running down her face and in her eyes, but it didn’t matter. In fact it heightened the raw sensuality of the moment.

Trevor lifted his mouth from hers and let out a guttural groan, before she felt him spurting warm and thick inside her.

The sensation flung her over the edge again and she let out a ragged cry as she clenched around him. Her nails dug deeper into his back and she clung to him as her world spun.

Finally, reality returned as the water grew cold. She blinked, stunned to realize Trevor had slid to his knees and they were almost on the floor now. He was still imbedded in her, though she could feel him softening.

How long had they been in here? Making love?

She kissed the jagged scar on his shoulder and felt her throat tighten up. He’d returned from Afghanistan with it, and as of a year ago it had still bothered him a bit. Did it still now?

“I’ve missed you so much, angel,” he muttered raggedly. “I can’t tell you how God damn much I’ve missed you.”

Smiling, she bit his shoulder lightly. “You swear too much, soldier.”

He gave a soft laugh “I know. Sorry. It’s habit from being around my men all the time. I haven’t…been spending much time with ladies.”

“Mmm. And you consider me a lady?”

“You’re a classy as hell lady, Megan. Always have been.” He lifted his head to smile at her. “I knew that when I came back to town one day and saw you for the first time. Wanted you like I’d never wanted another woman. I knew I’d have you, but realized it might take a little convincing.”

“You were a little rough around the edges,” she agreed, her heart quickening. “But you were a Wyatt. The sexiest Wyatt—”

“Damn right. Though don’t let my brothers hear you say that,” he said smugly.

She gave a throaty laugh. “Anyway, you made me realize pretty quick how hot a rough man can be. One night with you and I didn’t want anyone else…”

“Mmm. That’s because I made you come twelve times.”

Slapping his chest, she rolled her eyes. “Ten. But who’s counting?”

“I’m a guy, of course I’m counting.” Trevor joined her laughter and reached up to turn off the water. “It’s probably two in the morning, angel.”

“Good God. Where has the night gone? Thankfully tomorrow is Sunday.” She shook her head and yawned.

Maybe just saying the time made her a little sleepy. Or maybe it was getting screwed silly twice in the last hour.

“We should probably get some sleep,” he agreed. “Because pretty soon the sun will be rising and we’ll have to do some talking.”

Her breath caught and she was careful not to look at him. Talking. Did he mean long term? About them? A future? If there was one again? Or was this just a week of hooking up for old time’s sake.

The possibility didn’t settle well and had a lump forming in her throat. She closed her eyes, thinking of how things had been before she’d left him. That wasn’t settling well either.

“We have to plan that menu, after all.”

Some of the tension eased from her shoulders and she gave a small nod. Right. The menu. Apparently Trevor wasn’t thinking beyond tonight and maybe the wedding. Which was okay…wasn’t it?

“Let’s go to bed,” she said huskily and untangled herself from him. Jesus, her thighs were going to hurt in the morning. “I’m suddenly beyond tired.”

Trevor stood and exited the shower, grabbing a towel and then handing her one.

“If you want,” he began hesitantly, “I can sleep on the couch.”

She froze in the midst of drying herself and glanced up at him. Her pulse quickened and she wondered for a moment if he wanted to sleep on the couch. But once glance at his face showed he was just trying to be respectful. Give her space if she needed it.

Closing the distance between them, she cupped the back of his head and brushed her lips over his. “I’d prefer you sleep in my bed, soldier.”

The slow smile that spread across Trevor’s face was one that had always made her knees a little weak.

He winked and murmured, “Yes, ma’am,” before sweeping her into his arms and carrying her down the hall to her bedroom.

They’d slept in. Megan realized it the moment she opened her eyes and saw the sun coming through the blinds. That was, if Trevor was still here. Her pulse leapt as she sat up and looked at the other side of the bed.

Everything inside her went a little soft at seeing him sleeping next to her. The memories from last night floated to the surface of her mind, sending a warm tingling through her body.

Without the haze of nighttime and a few drinks, she still would’ve made the same choice and gone to bed with Trevor. And watching him now, she was tempted to do it again. It was as if the year apart hadn’t even happened. Waking beside Trevor, making love to him, it was all so natural. So right.

He lay on his back, his brows knit from whatever he was dreaming about. The blankets were off his body, but the sheet still clung to his hip, leaving his upper torso naked.

And, oh yum, what a wonderful torso it was. His chest was smooth, the pectoral and abdominal muscles so defined she had the sudden urge to trace her tongue over the dips and ridges.

With a devious smile, she decided on just exactly how she’d wake Trevor this morning. Scooting down on the mattress, Megan leaned over his body and lowered her head to brush a kiss over his abdomen. He didn’t stir and she gave a soft laugh. Well, she’d just have to try harder.

Her long hair fell over his chest as she let her tongue trace one square of muscle on his abs, loving the familiar taste of him as she moved lower.

The air left her lungs as her back slammed into the mattress—the massive arm pinning across her collarbone made it impossible to move and difficult to draw a breath.

Megan gripped Trevor’s forearm, her legs kicking on the bed as she tried to throw him off. Drag in air. The eyes that looked down at her were unfocused and almost black with rage. She knew he wasn’t seeing her, wasn’t really even awake, but the lack of air going to her brain wasn’t going to let her rationalize it.

Trevor blinked and just like that he was back. The rage was replaced with shock and horror as he jerked his arm away from her, allowing her the oxygen she’d been deprived.

“Megan?” he rasped and lurched away from her on the bed, thrusting his fingers over his head. “Fuck. Oh my God.
Fuck
.”

Even with her heart still pounding a mile a minute, Megan knew he was more upset than she was. She crawled toward him and reached to touch his shoulder, but he shook her off and climbed out of bed.

“I’m sorry,” he ground out, reaching for his jeans and tugging them on, then the rest of his clothes. “Sorry’s not even enough.
Shit
.”

She swallowed hard, following him out of bed. “Trevor, wait—”

“No. Not now, Megan. Not now.” He shook his head and left her room, heading straight toward the door.

Her heart lurched and she rushed after him, grabbing his arm before he could leave.

“Don’t do this,” she pleaded, digging in her feet to stop him. “Don’t you dare walk out like this.”

He spun around and caught her arms, jerking her against him. His eyes were wild, his face pale.

“Don’t you realize I could’ve fucking killed you?” he asked savagely. “Without even being conscious of it?”

The bite of his fingers against her arms was going to leave bruises, but she didn’t protest as she slid her hands up to cup his face.

“You wouldn’t have, Trevor. I know you wouldn’t have,” she whispered. “Please, just talk to me. Tell me—”

“I can’t. Jesus, Megan, I
can’t
.” A shudder ripped through him and he looked down, his gaze taking in where he gripped her. His mouth tightened and he cursed, releasing her immediately.

“You
can
, Trevor. Don’t walk out of here right now.” She made sure every trace of fear was gone from her face, and she slipped into the woman she was during her day job. “If you walk out of here right now you’re risking whatever chance we had at making this work. Is that what you want?”

He shook his head, and opened the door, but she slapped her palm against it.

“Answer me, Trevor,” she yelled. “Do you want this to fail before it even has a chance again? Because if you walk out this door, that’s
exactly
what’s going to happen.”

His long fingers circled her wrist, but his grip was gentle this time as he pulled her away from the door.

“The only thing I know anymore, Megan, is that I can’t keep hurting you.”